Chapter 127

David got up from the ground, held a rifle with Harry and moved cautiously towards the office.

All the gunmen of the Mexican Gang have been killed, leaving Gusteau sitting at his desk and looking at them seriously.

He wanted to be dignified, but the sweat on his forehead and his trembling body betrayed his state of mind.

David was very upset when he saw Gusteau's calm expression.

He stepped forward quickly, grabbed Gusteau's collar, made a sudden effort with one arm as hard as iron, carried Gusteau out, swung a big circle in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

Snap!

Gusteau was knocked dizzy and his bones were falling apart.

"Help, don't kill me!"

Gusteau's last dignity was shattered by the health student, and he quickly begged for mercy from the two.

"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me! I can give you money, a lot of money! "

Harry went over, squatted down and asked with a smile, "OK. You give me $10 billion and I'll spare your life. "

Hearing the speech, Gusteau said bitterly, "madam, do you have any misunderstanding about me? I really can't take out $10 billion."

"Really?"

Haley still kept a charming smile. She put her foot on Gusteau's wrist and took out a pistol and aimed it at his palm.

"Bang!"

At the sound of a gun, Gusteau's palm was shot through a big hole by a bullet. Suddenly, it was bloody and flesh blurred.

"Ah!!!"

Gusteau cried out in pain.

David pressed his shoulder and held him firmly.

Harry stood up, went to the other side, stepped on his other hand and put the muzzle of the gun against his palm.

"The three-year-old children on the street know that you Mexican drug lords are so rich that you dare say you can't get $10 billion!"

Gusteau held back the pain and explained, "madam, you really misunderstood."

"The Gusteau family began to rise in the 1970s and 1980s. So far, there are 40 or 50 direct family members. Hi, grass business is really profitable, but the money should be distributed to each lineage in proportion. "

"In addition, the family has to support thousands of gunmen and spend money to get through the relationship between the government and the police. In fact, there is not much money in the hands of each family member."

Gusteau looked sincere and didn't look like a liar.

Harry looked up and exchanged eyes with David, then continued to ask, "how much is your personal property?"

"I have about $1.2 billion in cash at my disposal, excluding stocks, bonds, luxury cars, luxury homes, private planes, yachts and other real estate," guster said

Harry frowned, which was far from her psychological expectation.

Gusteau was afraid that she didn't believe it and quickly said, "what I said is true. If you don't believe it, I can log in to my account and show you."

Harry stood up and said, "don't hurry!"

David let go, Gusteau quickly got up, picked up Hermes's square towel from the ground and simply wrapped up the wound on his palm.

Then he sat at his desk, opened his laptop and logged into his personal account at the Swiss bank.

David and Haley went over and found that Gusteau didn't lie. His personal account really only had $1.2 billion.

Harry sighed with disappointment.

1.2 billion is 1.2 billion. In addition to the 200 million protection fee allocated to Jason, he and David can get 500 million, which is just enough to buy level 1 superpowers.

She leaned down, picked up a Montblanc pen worth tens of thousands of dollars, and wrote a string of characters on the white paper on the table.

"Transfer all the money in your account to this bank account."

Gusteau took the white paper and glanced at it. He found that it was an anonymous account number of a Swiss bank.

Gusteau:

Seeing his hesitation, Harry immediately pointed a gun at his head: "what? Can't bear the money? Is money more important than your life? "

Gusteau looked up and said seriously, "I can give you this $1.2 billion. But how can you guarantee that you won't kill me when you get the money? "

If giving money or not is death, Gusteau is willing to leave the $1.2 billion to his sons in Mexico.

Harry said seriously, "I swear in the name of the clown organization that as long as you hand over the $1.2 billion, he and I will never touch you."

Gusteau smiled and shook his head. "Your oath has no credibility for me."

Harry frowned and felt a little angry.

Just as Haley was about to give him another shot, Gusteau suggested, "I have a way."

"What can I do?"

"I can set a condition for this transfer. After the money arrives, it will be temporarily frozen. This money can only be used after I personally cancel it within 72 hours. If it is not lifted within 72 hours, the money will be permanently frozen and become a dead account! "

Gusteau explained: "after the money arrives, it can't be returned to the original account, so you don't have to worry that I will default, let alone that I deliberately freeze the money. I won't offend your clown organization for a sum of money I can't get back. "

After listening to Gusteau, Haley and David went aside and whispered.

A minute later, Haley said, "yes! You can transfer the money now. "

Gus said, "OK."

While he was transferring money, David asked, "your gunmen are all gangsters. How can you understand the special tactics of the army?"

While operating the computer, Gusteau explained, "in order to deal with you, I asked the mayor for help."

"By the way, this mayor is a corrupt mayor. He just took $200 million from me. You can find trouble with him and gain a lot."

Gusteau was very dissatisfied with the mayor. He didn't do anything after receiving the money. He didn't even answer the phone.

David said, "don't worry about it. Go on."

"It involved Jason, no, Mr. Walter, and was taken over by a mysterious agency called the homeland strategic defense attack and logistics support Bureau."

Homeland strategic defense attack and logistics support bureau?

Harry and David recited the name in their hearts. It was strange to both of them.

"In the afternoon, two people, a white man and a black man, asked me about the basic situation and left."

"Let me rest assured that they will get rid of you. Hum, it's all bullshit. They just sent a few agents to train my men, and then there was no trace. "

At the thought of this, Gusteau's expectation of the mysterious institutions in the United States fell to the bottom.

What kind of shit organization can't even deal with a terrorist. It's really a group of waste.

Gusteau knocked the last button with hate.

"Well, the transfer succeeded!"