The queen's wife is too sultry

"咚咚-"

"Come in."

Frank turned the doorknob, and as soon as the door opened, a black object shot straight at him with a strong wind.

He didn't change his face, and turned his head slightly to avoid it.

The object hit the door, and then rolled to the ground, making a crisp and dull sound in the dim study.

Looking down, it was a pen.

Frank closed the door, leaned over to pick up the pen, put it on the desk, and said lightly to the figure hiding in the darkness:
"You look for me."

George propped his chin with his hands, pointed to the seat in front of him with his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Sit."

Frank unbuttoned his coat and sat down in front of him.

Different from the weak and kind face on the hospital bed, in this dimly lit room, he has become a lion lurking in the dark. Even though he is old, his cold and deep eyes still exude an unstoppable sense of majesty and oppression. Demonstrating his status as the ruler.

"Have you met Arthur?" he asked.

"Yeah." Frank nodded, without expression: "Except for Arthur."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, "Today is his celebration banquet, so he probably doesn't want to see me either."

George leaned on the seat, looked down at Frank with the posture of a superior, and suddenly smiled: "Frank, you are very smart and know how to avoid the edge. You don't need to explain a lot of things, you know what to do. This is me. What I admire most about you."

Under the light of a desk lamp, his face was hidden in the darkness, leaving only a vague outline, flickering on and off, like a ghost.

"As long as you are satisfied."

Frank stroked the watch on his left wrist, and answered absently.

"But even if you're smart, there's still something you can't do well enough."

George's eyes became gloomy, he narrowed his eyes and said, "You should know what I'm talking about."

Frank raised his eyes, frowned slightly, and endured the displeasure in his heart, "Say it."

George took out a cigar from the drawer, lit it and took a deep breath. The smoke he exhaled made his expression even more unpredictable.

He threw a photo on the table, his tone sounded extraordinarily cold, "Look for yourself."

Frank picked up the photo, and the moment he saw it clearly, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and then looked at it carefully.

The things in the photo almost made George sick to his stomach just now, but he didn't even frown after looking at them for a long time.

George's eyes darkened, staring at him closely.

After a while, Frank put down the photo, "This is Wilson."

Although the corpse looked extremely pale and terrifying, he still recognized it at a glance.

The cigar was burning slowly, and the faint flame of the cigarette butt was particularly obvious in the darkness. Frank's black eyes clearly reflected the shadow of the firework.

"He was salvaged, and the case is currently in the hands of Director Jonathan, who is investigating."

George took a puff of cigarette, stretched out his hand and clicked on the photo, his condensed eyes lingered on Frank, with a half-smile:
"The police detected a new type of poison on him, and it can be confirmed that he was injected with a lethal dose of poison and then thrown into the sea."

"Now, Director Jonathan plans to continue investigating this clue."

Having said that, everything is clear.

"Shouldn't you explain it to me?"

Frank was unmoved, exuding an air of coldness and abstinence all over his body, he said indifferently:

"On the eve of the mission, I have already warned you that this method would be risky. It was you who insisted that I use R-type medicine to kill him."

George stubbed out the cigar, and the cigarette butt crushed the ashtray. His actions were cruel and cruel, but there was no trace of ups and downs in his voice: "Are you shirking responsibility?"

"I'm just telling the truth you don't want to hear."

George was furious, and he slapped his palm on the desk. There was a loud noise in the silent study room. The ashtray was shaken, and a lot of ash was scattered outside.

His old face instantly became ferocious, and his eyes narrowed viciously: "Did you forget who you were talking to?"

The study was quiet for a while.

Frank raised his eyes lightly, even though he was threatened by George, his figure was still tall and elegant.

With a sullen face, the line of his jaw became more and more serious, and he said coldly: "Putting pressure on me at this time is of no use in solving the problem. Instead of consuming your little energy to deter me, you should think about how to solve this problem." question."

"Your eldest son has just been elected mayor, and Wilson is his opponent. Once the Dawson family is found out, the reputation and honor you have worked so hard for all your life will be easily destroyed."

Sure enough, when the family was mentioned, George immediately suppressed his anger.

He was old and couldn't bear the excessive emotional ups and downs. As soon as he calmed down, under the dual effects of drugs, unconcealable fatigue and slack climbed up his face. He braced himself and his voice became hoarse. stand up:

"The cooperation between Mayo Clinic and Ankang Group cannot be interrupted. A lot of time and effort has been invested in the R-type drug project. This kind of biotechnology can bring great convenience to the military and also bring us huge profits."

Frank sneered, "Mr. George, are you being too greedy about this?"

"In order to verify the effect of R-type potion, you insisted on letting me kill Wilson in this way. With all due respect, this is tantamount to killing the chicken and taking the eggs. I don't know whether to describe you as conceited or paranoid."

"Originally, Arthur had a slight lead over Wilson in the number of votes, so killing Wilson is completely superfluous. If you refuse to destroy all the potions, once the police come to check on you"

There was a trace of coldness in Frank's eyes, and he didn't say any more.

George propped his chin, with a cold and serious expression, "I know you are accusing me, but I can tell you clearly that the research on medicine cannot be stopped. If you want to get rid of the police, you can only think of other ways."

Frank sneered suddenly, didn't speak, just closed his eyes wearily.

He's tired of it.

Tired of the greed and unscrupulousness of the Dawson family, tired of George's tyrannical and selfish demands, tired of being the executioner for this group again and again.
"Frank, what are you thinking?" George narrowed his eyes, displeased with his hesitation.

"Arthur just took office, there must be many eyes staring at him, waiting for him to make a fool of himself, time is running out, we must get along with countermeasures as soon as possible."

"Wilson is at Jonathan's place. He can only make his body disappear completely and destroy the evidence about the potion. I can't think of any other way besides that."

"Oh, by the way." He smiled slightly, whether it was sarcasm or meanness in his eyes, "You can also try to bribe Director Jonathan to hide the truth for you, so that this matter can be solved perfectly, anyway, the Dawson family has always been good at doing it These things, aren't they?"

George snorted coldly, "Director Jonathan is the governor's man, do you think I don't know? How do I know he is unreliable? What if he uses this as a clue to tell other mayors?"