Chapter 327 (1/2)

The night was sinking.

Despite the dramatic changes of the day, most of the Panu people have already fallen asleep at this point.

Johnny remained in his villa, curled up in his basement, leaning against a cold wooden chair, filling his treasures cup by cup.

There are 82 years of Lafite, there are 86 years of Margo... Six months ago, these things are to him even dare not think of things. Los Angeles's big hemp is very expensive, but if compared with these ”upper class blood”, or worse than a little bit.

The basement was sultry, but he was shaking.

It's not because of the cold, but the chill rising from the bottom of my heart.

He told the hired soldiers to guard the villa, even if it was a fly.

He can read those eyes, he knows that the guys who do business with money think he's crazy. But he doesn't care. He has plenty of money. He just wants to live...

to be honest, even he doesn't know why he is so afraid of the guy in Los Angeles or the guy behind Roberts. Although the villa, bank card deposits, these are really in his hands, but he does not have a sense of security at the moment.

To ask why, he always felt that there was a hand controlling all this.

Including the rich man who acted recklessly, including the expanding dictator and President, including those officials who were corrupted by the US dollar...

also including the more than 100 dead bodies outside the villa.

He was drinking red wine crazily.

The sweet and sour throat is like the mimeograph of banknotes, and the color is like the blood of a virgin...

lying beside him is the body with four white flowers. But he doesn't have much energy to play with them now. Even fingers can be sour and soft.

“shit！” Severely scolded a sentence, he threw off the glass in his hand.

The glass was smashed.

He stares at the bright red beach and burps decadence.

”Damn it.”

He spoke Chinese. It's a bit lame. He learned Chinese from Wang Tianfeng not long ago.

Wang Tianfeng came to see him just now. The bodyguard told him.

Linhua group was introduced by Roberts. Wang Tianfeng is the representative of Linhua group. He can't believe it.

He was shaking, and his intuition told him that someone wanted to kill him. Someone wants him dead!

He didn't want to die. He wanted to continue playing the role of the rich man. He has no scruples over anyone's head, whether it is the neighbor's wife or daughter, as long as it is his fancy, for the sake of the dollar, Edward will settle for him.

But Roberts' last call. Let him wake up completely.

Yes, he's just a faggot in a slum. Hun, a worthless Irishman, has all this because someone needs him to disturb the stagnant water.

Leave? Going to Western Australia for retirement? Go to hell, how can you promise!

He hung up Roberts and broke the phone card.

There was a look of ferocity in his eyes. He was staring at the basement door.

”Come on, let me see, what way can you TMD take my life?”

...

the next evening, at the southern end of Koro island.

An old cargo ship sailed quietly into the inaccessible harbor.

Inside the port, it was very cold and there was no figure. After all, what happened yesterday, most of the residents of Coro Island were immersed in panic and sadness. The next day, most people chose to take leave to reduce their travel.

The ship is steady on the shore.

More than 50 strong and vigorous figures stepped out of the ship in an orderly manner.

The ship is from West Africa. Across half the earth.