Marvel's Cultivator

five o'clock

In Jin Bing's villa, the heating was turned on, and bodyguards with live ammunition were patrolling around. On the big bed in the bedroom lay a huge body, like a giant beast, Wilson Grant Fisk, and Jin Bing was sleeping soundly.

The bedroom is surrounded by traps he personally set, and as long as any one is triggered, he will wake up immediately.

Although he is a tycoon of the underworld, Jin Bing still maintains good work and rest habits. Except for necessary things or unexpected situations, nothing can disturb his rest. The strong muscles on his body are the symbol of his perseverance. Mental support, it is impossible for normal people to exercise to this level.

At this moment, the phone on the bedside suddenly rang, and the sleeping Fisk immediately opened his eyes, stretched out his strong right hand, picked up the phone like a potato chip, and stuck it to his ear.

"What's the matter?" Fisk asked in a deep voice, with a little sleepiness and worry in his words.

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Mr. Fisk, just now, Mr. Lester came back." The person on the other end of the phone said cautiously, as if he was afraid of being reprimanded for disturbing the boss's rest.

Although Jin didn't really hate being disturbed while sleeping, but when Lester came back, he informed him that this matter was his order after all, and there was no reason to get angry at all. He was quite clear about this aspect.

And what kind of anger is there with a younger brother? Isn't there a saying in Huaxia that anger hurts the body?

He nodded and said, "I see, how is the police investigation going?"

"It's almost been found out. It's a policeman transferred from another place. Mr. Fisk, do we want...?" The other side of the phone asked tentatively. It can be seen that they are already familiar with this aspect. up.

"It's just a hot-blooded newcomer. Don't worry about it. Let Lester call me." After Jin Bin finished speaking, he hung up the phone immediately. He needed to wash his face and refresh himself.

When he came to the bathroom, he opened the door and went in, and the overhead lights turned on automatically. He was quite satisfied with this automatic novelty, at least it was very convenient.

When he came to the sink, he stretched out his hand and unscrewed the valve of the small faucet, took off the towel hanging on the side and put it under the faucet to moisten it. Looking at the gradually soaked towel, he began to think about Lester's affairs.

He and Lester are not the ideal relationship between the boss and his loyal subordinates. The two parties are just a pure employment relationship. He pays Lester, and Lester does things for him. He usually runs errands and turns into a bullseye killer. What.

And when it comes to loyalty, he can't guarantee that Lester will not betray him. After all, that guy has a mental problem. His subordinates have reported it to him before. Lester always likes to throw things for fun. .

When meeting with his own people in a certain apartment before, Lester picked up the pen refill on the table and hit passers-by, which resulted in a series of car accidents. Even if he was himself, he would not be bored enough to kill people.

Even if it was a gun test, he would find a normal target instead of shooting a real person like a lunatic.

Thinking about it this way, he felt that he seemed kind.

He turned off the faucet, wrung out the wet towel, and carefully wiped his face with the towel. He looked at himself in the mirror and recalled the original self.

My bastard father died in a gang fight, and after that, I also struggled in the underworld. That kind of life is really not human, being insulted and laughed at every day, eating cheap junk food, and usually drinking Cheap shitty beer.

The only peaceful time every day is when he washes up in the morning. This is also the only time he feels normal life. If he can, he can even stand there all day until the sun goes down.

After years of hard work, he finally stood out from the crowd, had his own place in the underworld, and eventually became the biggest boss in the entire underworld.

Jin Bin, who came from a poor background, still maintains some habits of the past, such as turning off the faucet and turning off unnecessary lights. For him back then, utility bills were not a small expense.

After leaving the bathroom, the phone in the bedroom rang at the right time. You said it was a coincidence, but everyone knew it.

These guys are really annoying!He hates people thinking about his thoughts and hobbies the most. In the past two years, someone gave him a valuable carpet.

But the most frightening thing is that this carpet just happened to cover the entire bedroom floor. Without further ado, he found an opportunity to kill the other party. He didn't even know the size of the floor, but the other party knew it so well. What else is there? The other party doesn't know?

And that carpet was naturally kept by him as a warning to remind himself.

When he came to the bedroom, he didn't turn on the light, and reached for the phone.

"Boss?" A deep and hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone. Although it was a little strange, he could still tell it was Lester's voice, but what happened, he remembered that he just asked Lester to investigate, right?

"Lester, why did you come back so late? Now look at the time, it's past five o'clock." Jin didn't use a tone of blame, but said this sentence very calmly.

Bullseye is not an ordinary person, other people can yell casually, but Lester can't, he is a guy with mental problems, and if he doesn't want to quit, wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss.

"I'm sorry boss, something happened, and I feel a little uncomfortable in my head now." Lester didn't feel that he had made a mistake at all, and said casually, he really liked this employer, the price was high, and the words were nice, unlike The other guys are so arrogant.

Those guys who dared to yell at him before, kill those who can be killed, and leave if they can't. Anyway, he won't be angry with this, and he feels uncomfortable, so he will kill him!

Head uncomfortable?Jin didn't hesitate to think of the scene where bullseye and hands were itchy and got hit on the head in a fight with some people, but imagination is imagination after all, and things still need to be asked clearly: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I was knocked out by that black monster. That monster sneaked up on me and didn't talk about martial arts. If I were asked to fight again, I would definitely not be hit." Lester slightly modified the incident and explained. Kim said.

It's embarrassing how easy it is to talk about being fainted by falling black debris.

"I met the Punisher later, but unfortunately he escaped, so he was lucky!" Lester boasted without blushing.

Jin Bing listened with an expression of disbelief, and chased away the punisher, just kidding, you'll be gone with a chug of a weapon, and he's still bragging to himself, the person who ran away was probably Lester.

But he was too lazy to argue with Lester here.

He said I got it and hung up the phone.