If one accident occurs, it is an accident. If four accidents occur in a row, there will be a question mark.
The four people who died unexpectedly in succession were all middle and senior managers in the Wall Street financial industry, and they all had good results in their industries.
Things are getting a little weird now.
However, because the police did not find any evidence, even though things seemed very wrong, it did not have a wide-scale impact.
Brian and Long Zhan did not stop and continued to eliminate the vampires on Wall Street.
Carry out in an orderly manner according to the plan.
In the next week, Long Zhan and Bryan killed 5 more targets.
Counting before and after, 9 blood-sucking worms have been killed.
All those who died were financial personnel on Wall Street. Even though the police had been announcing that the deaths were accidental, no traces of foul play were found.
An invisible shadow of death has enveloped the entire Wall Street.
As a result, suddenly most people who had a guilty conscience and had too many worries began to panic and felt strong uneasiness.
Among them was the owner of a financial management agency who had stolen all of Brian's belongings and still owed a lot of money to the bank.
Potbellied Matteo Ronsi!
He has the habit of reading newspapers every day, so he can see people on Wall Street dying unexpectedly every day, which makes him feel strongly uneasy.
In order to eliminate this uneasiness in my heart, I specially assigned a task to the beautiful female secretary——
Strengthen company security!
The original two security guards at the gate have been doubled to at least four.
After killing 7 people in a row with high intensity, everyone on Wall Street became insecure. Dragon War did not continue and decided to stop for a week.
He went to the Continental Hotel in New York and talked to his old friend, the bartender Andy, about a 300 million business deal.
It has been almost a year since we last saw each other.
It is also an excellent choice to try the "taste" of the female bartender again.
Brian went to his favorite bar, ordered a glass of wine and drank slowly, feeling and remembering the beautiful life he once had.
It happened that the old guys came over after work and bumped into each other without an appointment.
Since the last funeral of Brian's wife, these old friends have been worried about Brian, and almost everyone has called him.
However, Brian closed all communications and was immersed in Revenge of the Sandman.
So no one contacted me.
We met by chance in the bar today, and the old guys sat there with drinks in hand, hoping to chat with Brian over a drink and ease his mood.
"Hey man, long time no see."
"I called your home several times, but no one answered. What have you been doing recently?"
"Dude, how have you been lately?"
"Bryan, I'm so glad to see you. How are you feeling recently?"
The four waiters greeted and sat down, which immediately made Brian, who was sitting at the empty table and drinking alone, become lively.
After a while of greetings, one of the waiters asked: "Have you found a job?"
"No." Brian curled his lips.
He definitely doesn't have time to look for a job. He follows Jackie Chan everywhere every day to seek revenge and kill people to vent his inner anger. How can he have time to look for a job?
"If you're not looking for a job, what are you doing?" asked another waiter.
"Nothing." Brian said.
"What are you doing? This is not okay, man." said the man sitting opposite.
"I still need time. After Rosie left, life became a mess and not very good. You know, that's what it's like? After this period of time, I plan to move and live somewhere else."
Brian was indeed leaving, so he simply treated it as an early farewell.
"Moving? Where?"
asked the black guy sitting diagonally across from me.
"I don't know, I'll go to other states or other cities, but no matter where I go, I will come back to see Rosie, and I will also take time to see you," Brian said.
"I understand this pain."
The middle-aged white man sitting on the left said: "Sometimes I want to do the same thing, leave this place and live somewhere else.
My life at home is simply depressing. I don’t know what’s wrong with her, and I can’t understand her. She makes me feel inexplicable.”
The middle-aged white man was talking about his wife. It was obvious that the middle-aged couple was in crisis.
"This proves that she really loves you, haha." The black man laughed.
"Yes, she loves me, she loves you, and everyone around her. That's the problem. She just didn't help me get out of the predicament."
The middle-aged man's humorous self-joking made everyone laugh.
Even Brian had a rare laugh.
Since the day his wife fell ill, he has never experienced this kind of ordinary life that once happened every day but later turned into a luxury.
"You'll tell us where you're moving, right?" said the guy sitting across from me.
Looking at the police uniform on the guy across from him, Brian suddenly had an idea and said in an insinuating way: "Recently, several people died unexpectedly on Wall Street. This city is too chaotic. I'm just moving out temporarily."
"Yes."
The man in police uniform sitting across from me had no doubts. We were all friends and did not hide anything. He said directly: "Everyone in the bureau feels that something is wrong about this matter. However, no evidence has been found. My boss is worried that the incident will escalate."
"Do you think it was murder and not an accident?" Brian deliberately guided.
"I hope what you say is true. If there are really people who are specifically killing these hateful bank capitalists, that would be great, haha."
As soon as the black guy finished speaking, the middle-aged white man on the left answered: "Hey, Niles, your opportunity has come. If you catch him, you can be promoted."
Niels, the policeman in uniform, waved his hand and said helplessly: "No kidding, man, I don't want to do such a headache.
If the deaths of these nine people were not accidental, then the guy who killed them was the devil.
He left no trace at all. He is definitely the most perfect killer of this century. Just me? I won’t be able to catch him in 100 years."
"Hahaha……"
Everyone laughed when they heard this.
Brian was also laughing when he saw the bottom line. Knowing that the police didn't have any clues yet, he had no worries about the next action.
I can drink and chat with my brothers peacefully and feel the warm little atmosphere that I haven't seen for a long time.
It’s also the final farewell!
certainly.
Only Brian knows all this.
The four guys never thought that Brian sitting in front of them had completely changed. He was no longer the little security guard he was before, but had become an avenging angel.
The number of Wall Street vampires who have died at his hands has now reached 9.