Chapter 368： : blocker

Miami, Justus Ave.

25% of the wealth of the entire city is gathered here, and they control this "capital of America".

And there is a hill behind it, about two to three hundred meters high, but this is where the rich people go for a walk every evening.

Accompanied by her family, Michelle leaned on a cane and walked along the mountain road in the sunset.

Although he is in his eighties, he has been climbing the mountain every night for nearly fifty years, just like he told his family.

"When I stand on the top of the mountain, the whole world is mine! But when I stand at the foot of the mountain, I can only look up at the top of the mountain."

Under the education of Michelle's ambition, the second and third generations of the family are also shining brightly and are gradually taking over. This is what the other giants of the consortium are currently doing. They are too old to intervene too much in the consortium business, and the last time we got together was because of Jeremy. Beverly has really overplayed it, if they don't come out to intervene, with Grace's doting, they will definitely let the entire consortium continue to play with him.

Michelle doubts Jeremy. Who knows what Beverly's identity is.

"Wood, what's the status of the company recently?" He looked at his eldest son walking on the right and asked with a smile.

He values ​​this eldest son very much, but he is too honest. If you want to rely on him to rule the world, it may be difficult, but the prudence in his bones makes it difficult for him to go wrong. I gave advice, but at that time, everyone was blinded by greed.

This is a road that can make the Miami consortium inferior to the military-industrial integration industry.

Obviously...

The opponent is very tricky.

Wood was just stroking his son's head. Hearing his father's inquiry, he quickly came back to his senses, smiled, and was even a little shy. "Our big order with Germany has already come down, and our goal for this year has already been reached."

Michelle nodded, very satisfied, squinting, looking at the sunset in the distance, thinking, as if sighing.

"I feel that God is calling me, maybe, it won't be long before you will take on the responsibility of the family."

This sentence obviously stunned everyone, and the next thing you said was what you said, which made Michelle's head hurt.

"To shut up!"

The original noise stopped immediately.

Michelle glanced at everyone, "No one can maintain a high fighting spirit forever, even God rests on Sunday." But obviously this humor is not funny, he squeezed his face, "Let's go down the mountain Bar."

"Father, aren't you going up?" Wood asked in surprise. Normally, no matter how late or tired he was, his father would never let go of his ordinary work. In his own words, today's time is used for this work. And tomorrow, there will be a better job waiting, this is a very stubborn and stubborn little old man.

Michelle squinted and looked into the distance.

"I won't go. People who are used to standing on the top will eventually have to get used to the scenery halfway up the mountain."

With the support of Wood and others, he walked back slowly.

When they just walked home, the butler came over with a small gift box, "Sir, this is a gift from you. I didn't say who it was, but I just said it was your best friend."

A gift from a friend?

Such a small box?

Michelle's friends, those old guys are not going to be surprised.

He nodded to Wood, and the latter walked over to take it, and shook it lightly. The weight inside was very light, and he hesitated, "Father, is there any danger?"

"Open it. If it was a bomb, it would have exploded long ago." Michelle was very calm. What scene had he not seen?

When I was young, I did it when I was in a shootout with others.

The social environment at that time was not so "peaceful".

Wood obediently opened the gift box, revealing a bullet inside, which was stained with red liquid, like... blood!

Is this cut from the body?

"Fack!" Honest Wood was also angry, and threw the present on the ground directly. Giving bullets to people is a threat, it's intimidation.

"Call the police!"

"Wait." Michelle raised his hand and shouted. When he saw this scene for the first time, his blood pressure also surged. Was the other party laughing at himself with this threat of death? But I haven't shown up for a long time, as for threatening an old man with half a screenshot?

The police don't care about this kind of thing.

There is no direct evidence that there is no other benefit besides wasting his own time. What Michelle cares about most is time, which is more important than money. Just when he was racking his brains and couldn't figure it out, the phone on the table rang. Well, after looking at his father, Wood walked over and said a few times, and then said to Michelle, "Father, someone is looking for you."

"who is it?"

"I don't know..." Wood shook his head.

Michelle struggled to stand up, his legs and feet were inconvenient, and there was a junior to help him, he moved over and sat on the chair, "Hello?"

"Good evening, Mr. Michelle." There was a very young voice on the opposite side, and Michelle felt envious of that air. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Nicholas, and I am also the president of the company."

Nicholas? !

Michelle's nerves tightened all of a sudden, even over the phone, he seemed to be standing in front of him as if that Asian.

"Have you received my gift?" Tang Dao said with a smile.

"What do you mean?" Michelle frowned and asked in a deep voice, and waved Wood beside her to move away.

Tang Dao's laughter spread deeply on the phone, "Don't worry, that bullet has been used, and it killed my best brother, um, very accurate, it went in from the skull, and then came out from the back of the head, Excellent."

Michelle was chilling all over, what the other party said was too sensible, even too lightly.

Such a person is either a lunatic or a brain problem. No matter which one it is, Michelle doesn't want to provoke it now.

"Jeremy has gone to Boston..."

"Of course I know, I've seen him too." Tang Dao rudely interrupted an old man's speech, perhaps because he knew his tone was scary, so he spoke slowly and gently, "Don't worry, I I didn't intend to do anything to you, I just heard that your son is going to be forty."

Wood is actually Michelle's second son, and the eldest son died very early.

The old man who had always regarded this single seedling as a treasure turned pale The breath stuck on his neck, and he coughed violently.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to give him a gift, what do you think of the entire Miami consortium?" Tang Dao seemed to be saying quietly, "I know that you and Grace actually have a lot of hatred. Back then, Your eldest son died after going out with him, and the body... tsk tsk tsk, I haven’t found it until now. Grace said that he was blacked out, but I happen to have some other information here. Do you want to hear it? People are most interested in gossip."

"At a massage parlor in Mexico, a female technician saw Grace kill your son with her own eyes. I have already found the person involved."

boom!

This news once again hit Michelle's brain. His first thought was impossible, but the next two sides were maybe, probably, why? affim!

"Besides, Jeremy Beverly is Grace's own son. You people are blocking his way to send his illegitimate son to the throne."

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