The players were stunned.

This guy really has a villa and hundreds of millions?

New choices emerge, namely reject, agree and listen.

Nine players have never been so united, and all chose option three.

So Rohard quickly replied to Smith: "You talk first."

"Gee, man, you're so anxious." Smith let out a Santa-like but more obscene laugh, and was about to hold Rohard's shoulder, but he remembered his habit of shrinking his hands as if he was electrocuted. "Okay. I never trust others easily,

I haven't told anyone about this secret, but for the sake of muscle cars, I believe you."

Smith looked like this was a big secret. She washed her face and wiped away the sweat and stains on her face with force: "Did you recognize it?"

Apart from looking even more... darker, players did not see the changes.

So is Rohard.

"Okay, maybe it's too long to recognize you... Have you ever seen "The Man in White"?" Smith said, posing in the shape of a gun in his chest.

Rohard's silence tells everything.

"Where is "Superman Knocking the Door"? "I, Nigami", "Dad Smith of the People", "Mechanical Nigami""

Smith reported a long list of names, and Rohard remained indifferent.

In the end, he used his trump card - a photo of a young Smith holding up the Little Golden Man. He was wearing a black evening dress, not as thin and decadent as he is now.

"For this trophy, I fought a group of polar bears in the snow and ice in Siberia at minus 80 degrees Celsius. When the movie was released, the animal protection organization also protested in front of the Chinese Grand Theater."

There is still a boastful element, but the photos are true.

His manor and hundreds of millions of dollars are also likely to be true.

Next, Rohard talked about what happened to him, excluding the boasting element, roughly: Smith was born from a low-class and was a single-parent family like most blacks - yes, although Smith had a father, his mother ran away when she gave birth to him.

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So he was no different from other black men at the bottom. He dropped out of school at a very young age and hanged out with the bandits. However, the goddess of luck favored him. After coming to Hollywood, he went smoothly, and shot many blockbuster commercial films one after another from supporting roles to the protagonists.

Unfortunately, Rohard was not smart enough. He was as squandered as most black stars and even fell in love with gambling. He was set up in Las Vegas and lost everything.

Including his "identity".

Nowadays, black superstar "Smith" still appears on the screen from time to time, attending various dance parties, and taking photos with senior government officials of corporate wealthy government, but no one knows that "Smith" was dropped after leaving Las Vegas.

It sounds very sci-fi, but it is indeed the case.

Transparent Bridge thought. Will this be related to the secondary mission of the dream? Help Smith regain everything he lost and achieve a good ending...

"So come and help me, the manor and hundreds of millions of dollars each are half of us." Smith grinned brightly. But Musu likes to say no to self-righteous people the most.

Until the option box appears.

【Promise him】

【Excited to him】

【Promise him roaring and screaming】

The three options are consistent, which makes Transparent Bridge believe that this is a guess of the secondary task.

This time, there is no need to wait for Cen Yingying to choose, Transparent Bridge directly chose option 1. If possible, Rohard's "treacherous" character is still very useful.

After all, if Smith thinks that Rohard is also a chatterbox, he might have been talking nonsense... It would be fine if it was just like this, but the trouble is that too many conversations will obviously trigger options frequently.

With Mu Su here, this is definitely not a good idea.

Last 5:0:4, quiet and taciturn defeat chatter.

The dialog box shouted, and Rohard nodded in agreement.

"Very good!" Smith swung his fist hard and walked quickly around the muscle car. "We can start planning... Of course, it's not just us, I have other helpers!"

As if he was afraid that Rohard would regret it, Smith couldn't wait to jump into the corner living area and grabbed the phone and dialed it.

The phone was quickly connected, and Smith shouted excitedly: "Slake, I found the third person. I can guarantee that this is a cold-blooded and ruthless super killer. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, the guy who was beaten and cried by a woman last time,

He is much crueler!"

"Don't believe it? Listen, do you know how we met? In the police station's cell, he knocked down several FBIs who were watching over us. Of course, I'm not bad either. A guy was about to drive behind him.

The gun was strangled by me with handcuffs - of course, we are waiting for you at the secret base!"

Bang!

After hanging up the phone, the excited Smith introduced to Rohard: "He is my best friend and brother! We are born and die together!"

After a while, the garage door was snapped, and Smith couldn't wait to open the garage door and let a black man with a cane in.

"Don't tell me this is the 'killer' you are looking for." Slake looked at Rohard, and made a quote gesture.

"Please don't do this. I don't look down on your IQ just because you are a cripple. He is a cruel person." Smith, who was excited, hugged Slake and came to Rohard to introduce each other to them.

"Rohama, this is Slake Slake, this is Rohama."

"Rohard." Rohard said calmly.

"You don't look like a fool who is full of wealth after listening to Smith's secrets." Slake leaned against the muscle car, leaning on the crutches in both hands.

“Did he tell you, ‘I haven’t told anyone about this secret for the sake of muscle cars, I believe you’ and start showing off those past events to you?”

Rohard glanced at Smith, whose smile became awkward, and nodded slightly.

"You don't like to talk? Very well, people like this are usually more able to keep secrets, except for Smith's secrets. Such things that even the homeless man at the door knows are not called secrets."

Slake waved his hand and pushed away Smith, who was blocking the road with a cane. While searching for something from his bedside table, he didn't look back: "I think he must have told you about having a father, right?

I talked about that muscle car. Let me think about it... my father's father passed down... shit, this muscle car was stolen by me for him."

Rohard looked at Smith again, and Smith shrugged indifferently: "Don't worry about him, he's just jealous of me having a complete family."

"That's it." Slake found a note from the bottom of the drawer and threw it to Rohard. "Look, this is the plan we made a long time ago. I was too stupid to believe him at that time...

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Smith suddenly widened his eyes: "Why is the plan in my house!"

Slake sat on the bed: "In this way, when the fake Smith is in trouble, he will silence you directly when he sees notes, instead of being confessed to me."

Smith couldn't help but scold him angrily.
Chapter completed!