the end of the heavens

Winston nodded heavily, and agreed: "Yes, I think so too. It's just too vulgar."

""

John Wick: Winston, is this still you?

"Stop talking nonsense, give me my car keys, and I hand them to the doorman when I enter the door, don't say I was bombed by you."

"How is it possible, who dares to touch your car, I will screw his head off."

Winston widened his eyes and made a sound of indignation, and then smiled apologetically: "But there is a small situation, the doorman doesn't know which is your car key, why don't you take a look for yourself?"

While speaking, Winston took out an expensive jewelry box from the bookcase. After opening it, there were two rows of eight luxury car keys inside.

Russell: ￢д￢

What the hell, the Camaro fell into the river?

The first thousand and tenth chapters do not want to work hard

Silbert, Maybach, Koenigsegg, Bugatti, Pagani

After scanning the eight luxury car keys, Russell felt more and more that Winston was actually a river god. He said speechlessly, "Sure enough, the doorman didn't remember clearly. I was driving a Camaro, the $2 kind."

"No, no!"

Winston didn't understand what Russell meant, wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and said cautiously: "Think about it again, did you remember it wrong, or is your car key not here?"

"not here!"

"Wait a moment, I'll arrange it, and bring eight more car keys."

"No, put your suit away."

Russell rolled his eyes and said bluntly: "I'm just a small police officer on duty. The luxury cars here cost tens of millions of dollars. You let me drive it to and from get off work, are you trying to make things difficult for me?"

Winston's eyes widened immediately, and he said in surprise, "What, Officer Russell, don't you know about that?"

"what do you know?"

Russell had a weird expression, feeling that there would be explosive news.

"Officer Russell, please give me your condolences. One of your distant rich relatives has passed away. According to his will, you will inherit all of his estate."

While talking, Winston took out another jewelry box from the bookcase.

After opening, there are a series of property title documents, including two jewelry stores in New York, equity certificates of seven multinational groups, a luxury house in Long Island, and so on.

The most incredible thing is that there is actually an oil field in the Middle East.

Russell: ""

"Officer Russell, your relative left too suddenly, and just wanted to transfer all property as soon as possible before he died. It happened that he couldn't contact you in the past two days, so the lawyer hurriedly went through the formalities, so that your relative passed away without regret. "

Winston wiped away his tears with grief, and then said: "But don't worry, they are all professional lawyers. There is no problem with taxation. They have already helped you establish a charity fund."

As he said, Winston pushed the jewelry box in front of Russell. Whether Russell admitted it or not, it was his property, protected by the laws of the US Empire, and sacred and inviolable.

""

Russell continued to be speechless, adding billions for no reason, or a dollar, does he have such a relative?

I think should not be! ?

Maybe I forgot, why don't I go back and check?

≈ui! ! "

Russell spit on the ground: "Return these things, this is not the life I want, if you dare to find relatives for me indiscriminately, I will wring your head off."

"But"

Winston's eyelids twitched, and he said with a wry smile: "All the records are in the file, this is your property, and you do have a deceased rich relative."

"How many meanings do I have to admit?"

"Uh, this is also impossible."

Winston was anxious: "To tell you the truth, these assets were handpicked by the leg raising meeting. If you insist, they are equivalent to war reparations. If you refuse to accept them, they will go crazy."

"War? I don't remember when there was a war. They still have this qualification."

Russell curled his lips in disdain: "If this is my asset, then please find another lawyer and donate it all."

"Uh, okay!"

"Where's my Camaro?"

"In the garage, let someone drive to the entrance of the hotel." Winston gave his deputy Caron a look, telling him to do it immediately.

"That's it. I don't have anything to do in the future, so I won't see each other."

Russell turned to leave, waved with John Wick deliberately, and disappeared into the office gracefully from his back.

John Wick looked solemn, and said with admiration, "He is a good police officer. Among the police officers I know, no one can compare to him."

Winston rolled his eyes and refused to comment on this sentence. He didn't know if he was a good police officer, and it was true that no one could compare.

Nearly [-] lives are bloody proof!

Beep!

Winston dialed the phone and contacted the High Table organization. The rain stopped and the sky cleared. The war was over and Russell would not kill again.

The operator on the opposite side shed tears of excitement, but when he heard that Russell refused to accept the war indemnity and wanted to donate it all, he suddenly became nervous.

"Winston, what does that gentleman mean? Do you think you have too little money?" The operator's phone was seized, and another person spoke.

"No, it's just that I just don't like it and don't want to use your dirty money."

"It's not dirty money. It's all earned through legal procedures. Let's not talk about it. That gentleman can donate as much as he wants. I'll teach you how to deal with it. Remember, there are many ways to donate money. There is one It’s called charitable financial management, and it will only donate more and more, understand?”

"I see."

Winston shrugged his shoulders and ended the call. He knew that the person on the other side was already crazy about music and was eager to hold a party to celebrate three days and three nights, so he didn't bother them to have fun.

"Winston, have you forgotten something?"

John Wick hesitated for a moment, and reminded kindly: "Mr. Leonid of Moscow, he seems to have followed your advice and is committing suicide."