Chapter 332： :Mission Impossible

Latest URL: Looking at Andre who is sleeping and snoring.

The boys next to him breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and looked at each other bitterly. With Andre's temper, if he woke up, there would definitely be another row.

"You go out." One of the horse boys who looked a little fierce said to several doctors,

The medical staff wanted to leave a long time ago, and when they heard this, they rushed away, and of course they didn't forget to push out the medical equipment.

"Go and rest first." The young man who spoke first said to the others, and then seemed to make excuses for himself, "I'll accompany the boss."

No one wants to stay here.

They are addicted to cigarettes, and they can't wait to find a place to smoke. Seeing that he was so active, he didn't rush to stop him, and even asked him to call someone if he had any problems, and the two walked out shoulder to shoulder.

Looking at Andre lying on the bed.

There was a bit of struggle on Ma Zai's face, but he still thought of something in the end, and slowly moved over, his breathing also became a little short of breath. Although Andre closed his eyes, the long-accumulated fear still made his hands and feet tremble.

He is nervous!

Like to do something.

grunt...

Ma Zai swallowed his saliva, he tried to relax himself, as long as he killed him, he would get a sum of money!

Let morality and fear sit down when money starts to speak, and truth out there.

He approached the hospital bed, pulled out the pillow, and pressed it **** the other person's head!

Andre seemed to be frightened in a "dream", trembling violently and struggling, but the boy's hand was getting tighter and tighter, and finally he could see the veins. With such strength, he could feel the pain on the bed. The boss didn't move anymore, Ma Zai slowly let go of his hand, and after moving the pillow away, he saw Andre's eyes wide open and his mouth half open. Just hiccupped.

Ma Zai wiped the sweat off his face, tidied up the scene, and walked out in a panic. He was also afraid. When he accidentally kicked the corner of the hospital bed, he grinned in pain, clutched his leg, and limped. He turned towards the door, but he was still cautious when opening the door, and only walked out quickly after finding that the other two were not outside.

I didn't even dare to take the elevator, it was too slow, so I ran directly down the stairs.

About four or five minutes later, the smoking and addicted Ma Zai came back, opened the door and went in, and then... ran out again, but his face was full of horror and anxiety.

Ruined!

Andre is dead!

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"boom!"

Al Pacino smashed the glass in his hand to the ground with a livid face, and the broken glass rolled to Gregory's feet, but the latter lowered his head, and only dared to raise his head cautiously to glance at it. Then he quickly looked away, the godfather looked like he was about to pass by in one breath.

When Gregory heard the news of Andre's death, he was also shocked. His first thought was that it was impossible, just kidding. His second thought was that the Asian shot was so heavy? Killed directly? The third thought is that it's over, a big earthquake is about to happen.

Andre is Al Pacino's most valued son. He is so arrogant and even domineering that everyone dislikes him. To a certain extent, he is a spoiled child. There are rumors that Andre may be the godfather A true bastard.

But rumors are rumors, but now that he's dead, it's troublesome.

Al Pacino squinted his eyes and his mouth was twitching. It seemed like he had a stroke. Although he tried hard to take a deep breath to calm down, his face gradually became abnormal. The doctor said that he should not be too emotional, this high blood pressure It's easy to explode in the head.

"Check!" The godfather cherishes words like gold, but the word is also trembling, and he closes his eyes, he doesn't want others to see his eyes.

"Yes." Gregory responded, hesitated for a while, and then said, "Sir, will this be related to that Asian..."

Al Pacino turned his head, staring at him like an old beast. Gregory's tailbone felt cold from the beginning, and his back felt a little cold, but he still insisted, "Take care of Andre's horse boy One is missing, and Nicholas just got into a confrontation with him, and Andre died in the hospital, isn't that too coincidental?"

"But you also think it's too coincidental, don't you?" Al Pacino frowned and said hoarsely, "It's too coincidental, do you think Nicholas is that stupid? He can think of what you can think of, the most important thing What's more, what enmity does he have with Andre? Is it just because he attacked his spokesperson? "

This sentence is considered to be relatively long.

He had heard a lot of comments about Tang Dao before, but he believed in his own eyes more. This is a rebellious young man who is rebellious, ignorant of dignity, and a villain. He may be very smart and capable, but his personality is very bad. People like it.

At least in Al Pacino's view.

The other party would not risk offending him to death by assassinating a "useless" Andre.

It doesn't make sense.

It must be other enemies. After all, Al Pacino is not a good man and a believer since the Brotherhood can go so far.

Listening to the godfather's analysis, Gregory nodded slightly, and said in a low voice without saying a word, "Then I will order you to go down and find that horse boy."

Al Pacino waved his hand, a little tired.

The former bowed respectfully before leaving. After leaving the door, the confidants outside leaned over and looked at him eagerly. Some of them even had a little joy on their faces and whispered, "Boss , Andre is dead! Now there is no one against you."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Gregory's complexion changed, he frowned, stared at the talking younger brother, grabbed his collar and pulled him over, staring straight into the other's eyes, the latter was startled Jump, the eyeballs just dare not look at him.

"Listen Andre is one of us. He was killed. This is provoking our brotherhood. My enmity with him is an internal issue, and his death is ours. Shame to everyone, don't say such things in front of me in the future, do you hear me?"

"Listen...I heard it."

The younger brothers shrank their heads, obediently.

"Go to Ferdinand now, and we must find him."

This is the "missing" horse boy.

The younger brothers responded, shouting and yelling for people to look for it. In the corridor, Gregory was the only one left. He frowned, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth, but finally found it boring and put it back in his pocket. He walked downstairs, walked into the telephone hall on the side of the hotel, and made a call.

"Hello? Where?"

"He's dead." Gregory said after a moment of pondering, "Mr. Nicholas, I have had Andre killed."

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