Super Engineering Boss System

The butler of the Luo family is quite different from ordinary people.

Whether it is from the momentum or the overall physical condition, it has to go through strict selection.

It is impossible for Ross Charlton to admit that he is wrong.

And one thing is that it is impossible for the butler of the Luo family to be used by others.

Rothschild disappeared, and his personal butler was transferred to others.

As Ye Ping said, something happened to Rothschild.

His expression looked tense.

This did not escape Ye Ping's eyes.

"I'm not going to lie, and I presume there will be good reason."

"Old ghost with blond hair. Those advanced weapons in your mouth are just dots, and it is unknown whether your things exist or not."

Ye Ping turned to the golden-haired old ghost.

The golden-haired old ghost, who had already been irritated, stared at Ye Ping's words.

"It's all Sam's Country stuff, hidden in underground military stockpiles."

Ye Ping couldn't wait to know where these weapons were hidden.

So much so that when the blond-haired old ghost said these words, his eyes barely moved away.

For almost half a minute, Ye Ping was watching the golden-haired old ghost.

Of course, this contrasting performance also attracted the attention of the blond-haired old ghost.

After all, he was also a former president for more than ten years.

Instead of continuing, he smiled.

Then he started laughing again,

"You're talking, you're talking about me!"

"I won't say it. I hope he monopolizes my weapons, which means that your world is about to end. We're going to start!"

The golden-haired old ghost suddenly said such a sentence.

Everyone present, including Ye Ping, was suddenly stunned.

Especially Ross Charlton stared at him with an incredulous look on his face.

According to the words of the former president, Rothschild was indeed killed by the young man on the screen.

It is precisely because Ross Charlton, who lost his brother, could not hold back the pain in his heart after all.

Coupled with the smugness of the golden-haired old ghost just now.

It directly stimulated Ross Charlton's anger.

In the next second.

He saw Ross Charlton jump up directly, clenched his fists fiercely, and then hit the blond-haired old ghost.

"Are you so proud of yourself!"

"You look in a fucking good mood!"

"You fucking laugh again!"

"What the hell are you telling me where are you happy?"

Ross Charlton slammed the blond-haired old ghost with clenched fists, and cursed viciously.

The whole scene was quiet, and no one was speaking for the blond-haired old ghost.

Even Ye Ping watched the fight in the truck coldly through the bulletproof glass of the special transport truck.

After a burst of blood and rain, the blond-haired old ghost had been beaten black and blue.

With a bitter look on his face, he couldn't help but twitched his mouth, and shouted with aggrieved face,

"What are you going to do? We should be happy! We see hope!"

Everyone stared at the blond-haired old ghost like a fool.

Ye Ping couldn't help shaking his head.

How did this bastard with such an IQ become the president of Sam's country?

"I said what's wrong with you?"

Ye Ping asked unhurriedly.

"What does he have to do with you?"

"Does he know you? What does he have to do with you to dominate the earth? Do you feel too comfortable here and want to change places?"

Ye Ping said a lot in an unhurried manner.

At this time, the golden-haired old ghost suddenly realized that it seemed to be the same thing.

"Now is not the era of Rothschild. What you and I are facing together is the era of the young man on the screen in front of us. His name is Xiaohua. I don't think he should be grateful to you, probably not at all." impression."

Ye Ping shook his head and said.

"Now only I can give you hope. I hope you can see the situation before you and make a judgment!"

"And I hope you can be calm and tell me what you should tell me. Maybe you don't have many chances left."

After Ye Ping said this, he walked away.

The blond-haired old ghost sat there in a daze.

He stared blankly at the leaving figure, and what he caught in his ears was Ye Ping's cold reminder.

"Perhaps that's the only chance you have left."

An unprecedented crisis shrouded Ye Ping's mind.

He never thought that Xiaohua would be able to have a relationship with Avril.

A woman who has made a fortune through the most critical canal throat in the world meets a man who has gone mad.

And this man also has the most advanced conventional weapons in the world.

These are enough to destroy all his buildings on the earth.

Destroyed buildings can be rebuilt, but harming innocent lives is the last thing Ye Ping wants to see.

As for where these weapons exist, only the golden-haired old ghost knows.

After he returned to the office, he summoned Worker Special No. 1.

"I have an important task for you. No matter what happens, Xiaohua must be brought to the Abyss Prison."

Number 1 nodded, turned and left.

Ye Ping did not arrange the machinery to carry out this mission with much fanfare.

He directly arranged the flexible special No. 1 worker in order to make the task faster.

"Hanging castle? How big is your castle?"

Ye Ping's face was full of anticipation, but there was still a trace of sadness in the expectant eyes.

Avril Lavigne, although a sentimental woman, has not lost her mind.

Xiaotao's sudden disappearance made her a little suspicious.

When she came to the place where Xiaotao was bound, there was not a trace of blood or rope.

The guard standing next to him trembled from time to time. After all, the guard did not do a good job.

"Tell me."

"It's all my fault. We fell asleep, and we should have been taken away by some fish."

the man explained.

"Did you sleep very hard? If he was bitten by a fish, wouldn't he yell out because of the pain in his body?"

After hearing this, the man felt that this was the case, and explained again,

"That maybe he fell!"

But this reason is too far-fetched, after all, he knows how he is bound.

Such a strong rope cannot fall.

Avril Lavigne didn't say anything, she just raised her finger and pointed at the burrs on the vertical pole.

These people are silent again, the thick rope of the thumb, and the burrs of those vertical rods as resistance.

Under such circumstances, how could it possibly fall by itself?

The two scratched their heads at each other, but couldn't really find a solid reason.

"Take a flashlight!"

Avril ordered.

One of them took out a flashlight and shone it on the vertical pole.

According to Avril Lavigne, he adjusted the direction of the photo, and finally saw the knife marks on the back of the vertical pole.