Now that things have come to this, there is no point in cursing.
We must find a way to block the city government, and as for Martin Jesse and the government officials...
A cold gleam flashed in Falcone's eyes.
It would be fine if they kept their mouths shut, but if they really dared to testify in court and become tainted witnesses, Falcone wouldn't mind letting his Arab men take action. These days, anything related to the Middle East is a terrorist attack.
"Master! Something happened."
The housekeeper came in hurriedly and said nervously, "The presidents of all the major newspapers have called and said they have things to deal with and can't come."
"No one's coming?"
The hoarse sound echoed in the house, like the sound of sawing wood rubbing against the floor. The housekeeper didn't dare to respond and quickly lowered his head.
"Good, very good!"
Falcone laughed out loud. "The rat hiding behind has finally shown its head."
"Go get Vitti."
The butler nodded slightly, turned and left.
After a while, Johnny Vitti walked in, followed by a big-boned brown-haired woman in a business suit. The woman's name was Sofia Falcone, Falcone's daughter and assistant. She was mainly responsible for the operation of the underground money house and was the famous Black Spider of the Falcone family.
Seeing his daughter, Falcone was not happy, but frowned, with a hint of gloom in his eyes. He did not ask his daughter why she came here, but just looked at his nephew Johnny Vitti.
"The family's honor must be defended with blood. Vitti, find the presidents of all the major newspapers and ask them for me if they have the courage to refuse Falcone's invitation."
Johnny Vitti's bloodthirsty smile, like a venomous snake striking,
"They will definitely regret it."
Before he finished speaking, the man left. Noisy sounds and some wild laughter were heard outside the door. Obviously, Johnny was arranging his men to carry out another sabotage operation.
Sophia curled her lips subtly, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.
After sending his nephew away, Falcone's cold face softened a little.
"Sophia, what do you want to see me about?"
"There's a problem with our account... 1.63 billion euros are missing!"
hiss!!
Falcone's pupils contracted, and he felt as if his heart had been hit by a heavy hammer. His cheeks flushed abnormally, and it took him a while to calm down.
"Who did it?"
"Dominic Sidney."
"How do you know it was him?"
Sofia deadpanned, "There are only two people in the entire Falcone family who are capable of doing this: me and Sidney. It's either me or him."
As the words fell, the atmosphere suddenly fell into silence.
Falcone stared at his daughter intently, his sharp gaze seeming to pierce through people.
Sophia stood there motionless. Even though her hands behind her back were shaking, her eyes showed no sign of retreat.
After a few seconds, Falcone withdrew his gaze, and a hint of fatigue appeared on his face.
"Leave Gotham and don't come back for two years."
Sophia glanced at her father and left without looking back.
At the same time, in the underground warehouse of the West District of Metropolis.
Luke, who had reaped a great deal of rewards, leaned on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his left hand and a cigar in his right hand, unable to hide the smile on his face.
800 million euros, about 900 million US dollars!
Just like that, I got it.
The world is so beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people want to have sex with it.
I don't know what Emily is doing. No, the silly girl has something to do at night, so it's not appropriate to go there at this time.
How about Ivan Donald?
Thinking of the heavy bags, Luke's mind also wandered.
"Mr. Xiao." Sidney gasped and begged, "You promised me..."
"Don't worry, I won't forget what I promised you."
Luke opened his notebook.
After entering the account and amount, Sidney pressed the Enter key and a smile finally appeared on his pale face.
"Twenty million dollars has been transferred to your son's account, enough for them to live in Norway for the rest of their lives."
"Mr. Sidney, you should say thank you to me. If it were anyone else, no one in your family would survive."
Sidney remained silent, although he didn't want to admit it, it was true.
This young man is cruel and cunning, a complete villain, but the only thing that is truly admirable is his character.
Luke took a sip of wine and continued,
"With 800 million euros in hand, our cooperation is a complete success. In recognition of your full cooperation, I will give you a chance to choose."
As he said this, he took out a pill from his pocket.
"This pill is an enhanced version of euthanasia. It allows people to die quietly in extreme bliss, without feeling any pain, and even with a smile on their face after death."
"It's a good choice for you now."
"Of course, there is another one."
Luke raised his right hand, and a faint green flame emerged from the palm of his hand. The flame burned quietly, without any temperature, only a coldness that penetrated deep into the soul.
"Super...superhuman?"
Sidney's eyes widened with horror.
Luke smiled and whispered,
"You feel it, the uncontrollable fear, the trembling of the soul, as if death is approaching."
"Don't worry, it won't kill you. It will only destroy your soul, erase your memory, and make you live like a fool. I'll stuff $500 into your pocket and send you to a strange place. What happens next depends on God's mood."
"If you're lucky, you'll run into old friends, reunite with your family after many twists and turns, and spend a relatively peaceful old age. You know better than I do how rare this is."
"More likely, you'll fall into the hands of the police, the FBI, or the mafia, and they'll use all sorts of methods to get you to talk, since you stole all the numbers from Falcone's account."
Luke opened his hands and brought the flame and pill to him.
"Two choices: die happily or live in pain."
Sidney trembled, his throat moved back and forth, with endless despair in his eyes.
"Can... there be a third option?"
Luke sighed. "It's almost nine o'clock. I have to go to work. I don't have time to waste with you. If you don't choose, I'll have to choose for you. Believe me, the answer I give you definitely won't be what you want."
Sidney closed his eyes in pain, his mind was a mess, and he was about to collapse. He didn't want either choice. He wanted to live, with money, wine and women, not become a beggar!
Why does God do this to me?
As he was thinking, a flash of inspiration came to his mind. He suddenly looked up and shouted,
"wrong!"
"You don't want me to die, you want me to live, all this is your conspiracy."
Luke was stunned for a moment and said strangely,
"What are you talking about? Of course I wish you were dead."
"You devil, you liar, you've been deceiving me from the beginning!"
Sidney stared at Luke with wide eyes.
"Only if I'm alive will they not point the finger at the mastermind. My family and I will be your shield and bear all your troubles. And you didn't transfer the $20 million to my son's account at all, right?"
Luke shook his head helplessly, too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He grabbed the neck and pulled gently, pulling out a ball of empty soul. The green flame burned the soul until only a mottled afterimage was left, and then it was sent back into the body.
"May God forgive you, Mr. Sidney."
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