Chapter 484: Remember to make your screams louder
This information.
This made Su Ming's expression become serious, and he began to think carefully.
Because, this information is not only related to K, but also involves...the most mysterious founder of the poker organization.
With K's outstanding computer hacking skills, he does have a great chance of studying abroad at Harvard.
However, there are obviously some problems with this so-called invitation from a professor to give up studies and start a company.
After all, if it is a normal business venture, K can do it even if he is doing it during the learning process.
Unless... this company has great prospects, K will choose to give up the rare Harvard University and choose a better prospect like Zuckerberg.
But now that he is a member of a poker organization, it is obviously not the appearance of a successful entrepreneur.
It's more like... he had to drop out because what he was doing with this professor was not legal and required him to devote his full time to the work.
It is possible that the so-called professor was also a lie made up by K.
According to the description of this intelligence, K simply informed some classmates and friends of his whereabouts when he decided to drop out of school.
That so-called professor may also be a fictitious excuse.
But compared to other private messages, this one is obviously more credible, so it is necessary to investigate it in depth.
Su Ming replied as usual and asked him to wait. After verifying the authenticity, he would offer a reward of five million US dollars.
Immediately following.
Su Ming continued browsing and found that most people only sent one private message. Among them, there was a professional killer who sent nearly thirty private messages.
But in the past hour, no new private messages have been sent, which undoubtedly seems a bit strange.
If they had accurate intelligence, they had already sent out more than 30 messages. Why didn't they send out any messages in the last hour?
Although he was somewhat puzzled, Su Ming still clicked on the private message from the user nicknamed Landmine. The content inside also made Su Ming's eyes freeze.
[Q in the photo was once my companion in Washington, D.C. She was originally called Annie. We lived together in the Hope Welfare Home in Washington, D.C. But twelve years ago, the home caught fire and collapsed. All of us children were adopted by different families, but the adopters all had registered detailed information. If we find it, we can discover some special intelligence.]
This private message made Su Ming nod slightly.
The information in the private message was very detailed, even including the name of the welfare home, so it was most likely not fabricated information.
After all, although the New York police are useless, it is not difficult to investigate these things if they want to.
At least in a short period of time, it can be determined whether there is a Hope Welfare Home collapsed due to fire in Washington, the capital of the United States.
Although this professional killer nicknamed Landmine had not sent any new messages for an hour, Su Ming still replied to him with the same waiting message.
At present, we have obtained three pieces of valid intelligence.
In order to avoid omissions, there are cases where the professional killer really doesn't care about the $5 million and only sends the private message once.
As for the rest of the private messages, Su Ming took advantage of his meal time while eating compressed biscuits to read through all the unread private messages.
But unfortunately...just like he had thought before, it was not worth much at all. It was basically all fake information forged to deceive people. It was not even worth a reply.
After determining that only these three clues are valuable.
Without any hesitation, Su Ming immediately called Lin Tian who was currently waiting for a task.
The notification tone just sounded.
The phone was picked up, and Lin Tian's worried and urgent words came.
"Xiao Ming."
"How's the situation? Are you having any problems?"
"If you encounter a difficult situation, don't try to handle it alone. We are waiting for the next action plan at any time."
Hearing Lin Tian’s concerns.
Su Ming felt a little warm in his heart, but at present he was using criminal methods to deal with the huge poker organization, and Lin Tian and others could not provide any particularly effective help.
As it is now, there are three pieces of information that have not been confirmed. Asking them to help verify them is the best thing we can do.
Su Ming sorted out his thoughts and said without hesitation.
"Director Lin."
"It is not yet time to arrest him."
"However, I have obtained three special clues and information now. I need you and Brother Quan to help me confirm their authenticity as quickly as possible."
"I will send these three clues to the internal platform now, and I will leave this matter to you."
After saying.
Su Ming hung up the phone and sent the three special pieces of information to the internal platform.
After reporting the confirmed intelligence to Bureau Lin.
Su Ming started the heavy off-road vehicle and prepared to temporarily leave this remote park.
Although there are no other effective clues or breakthroughs at present, under the heavy pressure of the huge reward offered by the Morgan Consortium, the Poker Organization will definitely not do nothing.
The mysterious founder will definitely find a way to resolve this crisis.
All you need to do is... wait patiently and look for any clues that the poker organization may reveal.
......
now.
In a dim repair garage in Manhattan, New York.
A tall and strong black man, currently in a coma, was hung and tied to a huge cross. There was a wound on his forehead caused by a gun butt that had just scabbed over.
In front of the hung black man, there were five cold-looking men wearing various clothes, sitting or standing.
But none of the five of them made any unusual movements, as if they were waiting for something.
Three seconds later.
The dancer in a white coat slowly walked into the garage from the side door, glanced at the big man closest to him, and while carefully and rigorously putting on rubber gloves, he pursed his lips to signal.
"Skunk, wake him up."
"When we shoot the video later, the king will definitely not want...our distinguished guest to still be unconscious and unable to make any screams."
"If you're like a corpse and don't react at all, how can you scare off the other idiots?"
The words fell.
The big man who was closest to the vehicle immediately picked up a bucket of windshield washer fluid from the repair garage and poured it directly at the unconscious man who was hung up.
Next second.
The black man who was originally unconscious was immediately awakened by the stimulation of the bucket of water.
After his hazy vision gradually became clear, the black man looked at the six people in front of him and the dancer who had just put on his gloves, and struggled to beg for mercy.
"Let me go. Let me go."
"I don't think I'll bother with this matter anymore. I was just tempted for a moment. I don't want to be your enemy at all."
"This is a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding."
Listen to the black man begging for mercy.
The dancer in a white coat showed a crazy and cold smile on his face. He slowly approached the terrified black man and said with suppressed excitement.
"Landmines."
"By the way, you should be called mine, right?"
"To be honest, I admired you at first, and even planned to propose to the king that you be recruited into our assassin team."
"After all, as a professional killer who has always acted alone without any teammates, it is really not easy to complete so many bounties."
"But unfortunately...it seems you took the wrong path this time."
Speaking of this.
The dancer also gently stroked Di Lei's cheek with his right hand, with an expression of great regret on his face.
The dancer just said this.
This instantly gave Di Lei a glimmer of hope, and he quickly began to plead.
"It's not too late. It's not too late now."
"Sir, I can join your assassin team. I can work for the king without being paid."
"Really, I just took the wrong road this time, I didn't..."
Before Dilei could finish.
The dancer suddenly turned around and looked behind him, and asked the team member who was holding a mobile phone at the farthest point.
"python."
"Have you started recording yet?"
The python didn't say anything, just nodded silently.
After getting a positive answer.
The dancer's right hand, which was originally stroking Di Lei, slowly moved up to the eye socket and spoke in a low voice like a devil.
"What a shame, mines."
"It's too late. Now I just want to hear your screams. Remember to scream louder."
The words fell.
The dancer suddenly pressed down hard on Landmine's eyes with his right thumb.
Next second.
“Ah—ah—ah—click—”
The heart-wrenching screams, accompanied by the crisp sound of eyeballs being crushed, were clearly lingering in the entire repair garage...
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