The Richest Man in the World of Film and Television

There is this speculation because Desmond revealed to the Ethiopian media that he had some sensitive topics and wanted to talk to Benjamin Arthur face-to-face before going to the United States.

Nick Murphys, who discovered the truth, is now full of fear in his mind. When he thought that a village of more than 400 people was slaughtered overnight by mercenaries with backgrounds from American companies, he knew he was in big trouble.

Now his only thought is to return to FB1's Philadelphia headquarters immediately. Only staying at the headquarters can give him a little sense of security.

Nick's reaction couldn't be said to be unpleasant. He changed his clothes in less than 5 minutes, took his gun and went downstairs and drove out of the underground parking lot.

It's a pity that no matter how fast he is, he can't be faster than the person who has been staring at him. Nick Murphys never thought that he was being watched all the time. Since he started the matter of Archbishop Chadsmond on his computer,

Those who monitored him discovered his actions, and a call that secretly dealt with him was called until he stayed in the mobile phones of three mercenaries downstairs in his house.

So when Nick's car was driving in the underground parking lot, the car was hit by a large SUV before walking 200 meters, and then dragged out of the car in a daze, a needle was stabbed in the neck and thrown into the SUV to leave quickly.

And Brian and his group, who were the orioles in the distance, also followed by driving.

Chapter 514. Chapter 510 Ghost Sniper

The five of Brian drove two cars, and two or 10 minutes after following the car that kidnapped Murphys, two men with gloves came to Murphys' house.

One of the guys in black and black hood went directly to the computer and operated for a while, deleting all the webpages and records related to Archbishop Desmond.

The other searched the house slowly, and it didn't take long to find the envelope that Murphys left home in a hurry and forgot.

Not only did Schwager not die, but the news that he secretly contacted Murphys soon reached Colonel Johnson.

Johnson in a white shirt and a straight black suit heard the news reported by his subordinates, put his hands on his waist and looked out the window for a long time without saying a word, "It seems that we gave Sergeant Schwager the war he expected, and it was his last battle." war at hand".

"However, I just don't know how many tricks he can take under the hands of tens of thousands of law enforcement officers." Johnson turned his head to his serious opponent and said, "Use the military channel to inform all law enforcement agencies in Philadelphia. Wagga is still in Philadelphia, telling those who have received money and shares that now is their time to contribute."

"Understood, sir."

Then five or six law enforcement departments such as the Philadelphia FB1 and the police, who had been relaxed because of the fruitless search in two days, all received tips from unknown departments.

The Schwager they were chasing did not run away, but kept hiding in Philadelphia. This made these law enforcement agencies excited, and at the same time, a strong sense of humiliation enveloped the entire department.

It took some time for various departments to coordinate, and a city-wide search began in Philadelphia at 2:[-] a.m., and no suspicious areas were missed.

It was bad luck to check all the people in Philadelphia's underground world overnight, but Schwager didn't even find a trace. Instead, he destroyed more than a dozen black groups, large and small, and killed no less than 30 people who resisted.

After a night of searching without any expected results, many bigwigs who helped greet Johnson were very dissatisfied with Johnson.

The five of Brian followed the captured Murphys all the way to an abandoned small pier in the upper reaches of the Schuylkill River in Philadelphia.

Seeing Murphys being hanged in the warehouse at the pier by three strong men, Brian was squatting in the grass, holding a Remington 700, smiling. Murphys was indeed kidnapped by Johnson's men as they expected silence.

Using the walkie-talkie, he asked Sam, who was staying in the car to control the Black Blade drone in the woods behind him,

"Has the Black Blade drone entered the dock warehouse?"

"It's already in place. The picture and sound transmitted back are very clear. I'll transmit the sound to your earphone now."

"Well," after waiting quietly for a few minutes, a strong man in the warehouse punched the hanging Murphys in the stomach.

"Ah, cough, cough, cough", a burst of severe pain woke up Murphy, who had been injected with anesthesia, and then coughed violently.

"Tell me, where is Swag?"

A deep voice came from behind Murphys, who hadn't figured out the situation yet, "When did you get in touch with Schwager, why did you look for Archbishop Desmond's message?"

"Answer me", as soon as his scalp hurts, Murphys felt his hair being pulled by someone, and immediately closed his eyes in fright, "I didn't see you, I didn't see you, don't kill me, please, don't kill me ".

With a "bang", he punched Murphys in the stomach again, "Tell me, where did the frame photos and notes in your house come from?"

Murphys, who had his eyes closed tightly, didn't dare to open them at all. Seeing this situation, the interrogator smiled and walked behind him cooperatively, "Tell me where Schwager is, and we will let you go."

"I don't know, the photo was stuffed into my door."

Murphys didn't lie, but the interrogator didn't believe him at all.

A wave of torture was inevitable.

After more than an hour, he was beaten, waterboarded, and even injected with special drugs, but he still couldn't ask anything.

The three mercenaries became impatient, and one of them made a phone call, then nodded to the other two, "I'll go to urinate, you guys will get him done."

"Hehe, don't worry, it's not the first time I've done this," a strong man took out a set of equipment from a box, put it on Murphys, and said to Murphys while following the parts with a smile,

"This is our specially designed suicide suit. After a while, your hand will obediently point to your head, and then I just need to hold down your finger and lightly hook it. With a bang, your head will explode. Get ready Alright, buddy, we're getting started."

"NO, NO, let me go, I didn't look at your faces, please let me go," Murphys cried bitterly and begged for mercy.

"Bang" was a punch on Murphys, "Don't you understand? Dude, since you started Archbishop Chadsmond, you are destined to be killed by us, so don't struggle, if you are not afraid of trouble , we can just sink you to the bottom of the river."

These words immediately wiped out the luck in Murphys' heart, and realized that he could not escape today.

Just closing his eyes and waiting for death to come, "Pfft", Murphys, who had given up struggling, suddenly fell to the ground, and then felt a burst of warm liquid splashing on his face, and a bloody smell immediately spread to his nose.

"enemy,,,".

"Plop", the person who shouted was hit and fell to the ground before he could hide in the obstacle.

And the one who went out to relieve himself hadn't finished relaxing before Brian, who turned his gun, slapped his head.

"Oh, God, Brian, you are so sympathetic, don't you see that guy is convenient? Even if you want to kill him, wait until he relaxes."

"Shut up, I'm trying to create the illusion that the person who did it is Schwager." Brian smiled and said to Sam who was teasing him, "You don't want us to be suspected."

"OK, OK, what should we do next?" Sam chuckled a few times, "I just received the news that Philadelphia is searching the city for Schwager, and the risk of us going back to Philadelphia is very high."