Chapter 560: Number 10's Conspiracy, the Professor Who Started Burning the Bible
Chapter 560: Number 10's Conspiracy, the Professor Who Started Burning the Bible
now.
Inside an abandoned gymnasium in Queens.
Number One wiped the blood off his face, then shook his arm, which was pretending to be shot, to shake off the blood.
He glanced expressionlessly at Q, who was no longer breathing and had broken and twisted limbs, then looked at Number Ten who was loading a magazine into his submachine gun, and spoke.
"Number 10."
"I have already informed No. 7 and others of the news."
"But why are you so sure... that they will definitely come to this abandoned gymnasium instead of hiding directly or giving up helping Q collect the body?"
"Although K has already reached New York Harbor, there is a high probability that he will be killed by that dog."
"But the professor is still in New York. If No. 7 and the others ask the professor about the situation, with his judgment, which is the same as that of the old monster, he will definitely find that this is a trap."
"By then, I think we'll be in a passive position. Going against the professor... I always feel like it won't end well."
Regarding what No. 1 said.
Number 10 did not answer immediately. Instead, he wiped the submachine gun he had snatched from Q clean, loaded the magazine, and spoke nonchalantly.
"passive?"
"Now we will never be passive, we will always take the initiative."
"Because, right now, too many of the top-ranked people in the poker organization have either become corpses or are about to become corpses during operations in New York Harbor."
"Do you think that number seven and those idiots can accomplish anything?"
"It's true that the professors may be able to see our plan, but do they have to understand it as well?"
"If you don't get rid of the two of us, with the secrets of the organization we know, do you think...the professor can continue to develop the organization with peace of mind?"
"Even if K gets rid of that dog, the poker organization will no longer be at risk of being exposed."
"But we are still here. As long as the two of us are willing, we can provide the Morgan Consortium with more relevant intelligence and information, which will be more effective than that dog."
"You say... Can the professor sleep in this situation?"
"Open conspiracy, understand?"
"This is a complete conspiracy. Whether they ask the professor or not, they will end up in this abandoned gymnasium."
As soon as these words came out.
Number One couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't expect that Number Ten had thought of all the details so thoroughly.
However, No. 1 was obviously still a little worried. He pointed at Q's body and asked.
"Number 10."
"I understand what you mean. Although No. 7 and his men will definitely come, how should we deal with them then?"
"They have more people than us, and since I just sent them the photo of Q, I also told them that I was injured."
"If I wasn't here, wouldn't they have discovered the problem right away?"
"What problem did you find?" Number 10 looked at the hesitant and nervous Number 1 and was obviously a little impatient, but he tried his best to suppress the emotion and continued to explain.
"We have moved Q's body to the gymnasium. The photo you just took was taken from a distance, which means... you were not next to Q."
"Hide in a place where they can't see you at first, and wait quietly for their status and situation."
"If they don't find any problems, then we'll proceed as planned."
"But if they find out, then... forget it, I'll just help you confirm the situation."
Speaking of this.
Number 10 suddenly took out his cell phone and called the professor with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
See what number ten does.
Number One immediately became anxious and asked in confusion.
"Wait, Ten."
"Why did you suddenly call the professor? Isn't this exposing our actions?"
"If the professor didn't let No. 7 and the others come, but instead told them to tell the Morgan Consortium, then we would be trapped here and would have no chance of escaping."
After No. 1's words fell.
Number 10 frowned in confusion, put the phone back into his pocket, and narrated in confusion.
"The phone is turned off."
"The professor's phone is turned off at this time."
"Forget it, forget about these trivial things. I'm going to repeat myself again... The professor will never let us be caught by the Morgan Consortium."
"Because, we are traitors in the first place. Once we are caught by the Morgan Foundation, we will definitely not be able to continue to help him hide the information about the organization."
"If the professor still wanted to rebuild the poker organization, he would not do this."
"So, now that he has no one else to arrange for, all he can do is let No. 7 and the others deal with this road for us."
"If they don't come, will they dare?"
"Number One, put aside your unnecessary worries. What you need to worry about now is... how to get rid of all of Number Seven and the others and get the huge reward that will be enough for your future life."
After saying this.
Number 10 stopped talking and turned his back to Number 1, organizing his submachine gun again.
But in a place that No. 1 couldn't see, No. 10's eyes were full of cruelty and excitement, and he began to fantasize about the wonderful life he would live after receiving these huge rewards.
Of course, she never thought of... splitting the bounty in two.
Even number one, when it is no longer of any use, will become an attractive $100 million.
......
at the same time.
In a high-end villa at the foot of Bear Mountain.
The professor was calmly reading the Bible. In front of him was a cup of hot tea and a lit cigar that was burning alone in the ashtray.
He simply flipped through the Bible in his hand in silence.
The professor slowly stood up, walked to the lit fireplace in the living room, and then threw the Bible in his hand into the burning flames.
Watch the Bible burn to ashes in the flames.
The professor's mind couldn't help but emerge...the scene of himself adopting these little guys and the reason why he created the poker organization in the first place.
After staring at the fireplace in silence for a few seconds.
The professor went to his bedroom and took out his second identity from the safe, a special identity that could ensure that he would leave New York 100%.
Holding the ID card in hand.
The professor looked at his birth age listed above, then glanced at the mirror opposite, and saw his head full of white hair. His thoughts drifted away.
After a deep sigh.
The professor, holding his ID card, sat back on the sofa and picked up another version of the Bible to read.
But compared to before...this time he flipped through the pages much slower and more seriously.
The ID card on the table was also flickering under the light, as if waiting for the professor to make a special decision...
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