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"Eh..." Steven shrugged awkwardly: "You talk about things."

"I want you to take charge of the Jones Center for Orphans and Disabled Children. You are needed there more than Gregor," Aymo said.

After hearing this, Steven was very surprised: "Why am I responsible? Isn't there Aina?"

"She will always get married." Aymo explained: "Wilbur asked me to participate in the shares several times and asked Nicole to join in the management, but I did not agree. You mentioned in the annual report that the donation amount of the center is in Explosive growth, it is suggested to add some personalized projects, which coincides with my ideas. I have planned to implement the angel series development plan in the center for a long time. The first two steps will expand the special rehabilitation treatment of disabled children and special children Personalized education in two directions."

"I understand that only under your complete control can the center develop according to your wishes." Steven continued.

"Yes, when I get tired of Gregor's business, I will manage the center myself, but not for a few years."

"it is good……"

Steven just said a word, Aimo interrupted him: "Steven, you don't need to answer me now, I just hope you will take this matter to heart and seriously consider it."

"Don't think about it, I can solemnly answer you now, I am willing to stay in Australia and wait for this job at any time." Steven replied without hesitation. He remembered that he had vowed to help Vincent realize the "world cause He is different from his dream, although both of them were young and naive at that time, but he firmly believed that at least most of the children rescued by the center would have a different little world because of Aimo's efforts.

"Thank you! What salary should I pay you?" Aymo looked at Steven hesitantly.

"No salary, just take care of three meals a day, and I'll ask you for pocket money when I'm short of pocket money." Steven said casually.

"It sounds easy to raise, but there is a bottomless pit hidden behind it..." Aymo accepted the trick jokingly.

Steven was secretly happy, but he didn't dare to be too confident. Now that it was approaching midnight, who knew if he was thinking about Henry?

He twisted his neck, swung his arms, and jumped on the spot. His whole body was still hurting, but his bones and internal organs were normal.

Seeing that he could move freely, Ai Mo was finally relieved: "Let's go, let's go back!"

"Well, you go first, I...call a taxi." Steven bent down to pick up his clothes, and dusted himself off.

After hearing his words, Aymo quickly opened the door, entered the driver's cab, and closed the door heavily with a "touch".

Steven's heart was hit hard by the sound of the door closing, he walked to the window of the driver's cab, and muttered, "Aymo..."

Aymo had already started the car and didn't look at him anymore.

"Goodbye!" Steven muttered, biting his inner lip, blood gushed out of his mouth immediately.

With a sound of "Huh--", the car drove out of the parking space, "squeaked--" quickly turned a corner, then accelerated, and left the parking lot like flying.

Steven watched the car go away, a little disappointed and a little regretful.

"It's a bit like the president, is it your new boyfriend?" A voice asked behind him.

Steven was depressed, he turned around, raised his hand and slapped the person hard, saying: "This slap is for him, you can hit me however you want, but you can't touch him! "

"Hahaha!" The visitor covered his face and sneered, "There is a big difference between people. I only had an unrequited love for the president, and I haven't forgotten him until now. You were with him for eight years, and he left It's only been a month in this world, and you married a woman, and now you've come to Australia to chase another man. Henry, have you ever been serious about your relationship? Do you know that I've been trying to kill you all these years? Look at you Don't blame me for being tired of looking like that man, I want to beat you up!"

"I'm sorry for the president, someone should have beaten me up long ago, Gene, I have to thank you for being merciful just now." Steven looked into the eyes of the casino security captain Gene who had evaporated for 16 years, the only one he was familiar with. In the place of Morrison's strange face, covered with a pair of color-changing contact lenses.

Morrison touched his burning face, and said sourly: "Henry, you are really serious, it seems that you care about this person very much! However, I want to advise you, if you really care about him, stay away from him! Don't You killed the CEO, you killed your wife, and now you are here to kill him again. Seeing how close he is to you, he probably knows that you have a wife..."

"Stop it, I'm divorced! Gene, thanks to you being an Interpol, can your reasoning be more reliable?" Steven said helplessly.

"How do you know my identity?" Morrison was taken aback.

"Ovira Kosot, an agent of the Interpol Narcotics Division, is a Londoner. He used to be a member of the United Nations Anti-Terrorism Special Forces. After returning from the battlefield in Afghanistan, he joined Interpol and performed field missions all year round. At that time, because your mother You got lung cancer and needed you to stay in London to take care of it, so you took the initiative to ask to go undercover at Hydley Casino to supervise some drug lords in the casino and find out their movements. Unfortunately, after killing the drug lord Moraine Peric, you have to die Evaporate, and I can no longer accompany your mother." Steven said.

"Speaking of this, I also want to thank you and the president! You helped my elderly father take care of my mother's funeral, visited him often, and took care of him until he passed away. Today I finally have the opportunity to thank you personally, but I will never Probably thanked him," Morrison said ruefully.

"He thought you were dead, so he was very sad, and he cut off business with the drug cartel." The two walked while talking, and soon returned to the door of the Rice Club.

"Go in and have a drink? I want to continue scolding you!" Morrison invited.

Steven smiled: "I stole your monthly championship today, so I'll let you scold me to calm down!"

The two found a seat in the corner and the waiter came over. Morrison ordered a cocktail and Steven ordered a latte.

"Henry, you just told me a lot of my secrets, how did you know?" Morrison asked.

"I'm a relatively good hacker. When you disappeared from the world, I had to find you out, otherwise I thought that if I kicked you to death, I would bear the burden of my life." Steven replied.

"Is Interpol's intranet also accessible?"

"As long as it is connected to the Internet, you can enter it. The difference is only the length of time you can stay. Look at WikiLeaks, which explodes documents every year. This year, Hillary lost to the leaked emails." Steven laughed.

"There's always a sense of mystery about hacking," Morrison said.

"The agent is just as mysterious. Why did you have plastic surgery? The change is so big that I can't recognize it at all."

"Once you evaporate from the world, you have to change your face. I've changed my face three times, so you won't recognize me. Even I myself have forgotten what I looked like back then!" Morrison sighed.

The bitterness of the undercover agent couldn't be more clear, he said: "Jin, you just said you were going to scold me, I'm already mentally prepared, please start scolding..."

"Haha, Henry, you messed me up! Let me think about how to scold you... I heard that the president lost a hand in a bet, and then died under the wheel. His gambling skills are beyond the reach of ordinary people. No one can beat him." Betrayal will never lose, of course, only the person he trusts the most can betray him! Many people outside are suspicious of you. Now, you tell me the truth, is it because you betrayed him that he found out, so he pushed him under the wheel and died Did you say that?" Morrison asked, staring into Steven's eyes.

"Oh!" Steven sighed, picked up his coffee and took a sip: "I hurt him, but I never betrayed him. God is jealous of geniuses. His death was indeed caused by a traffic accident. Who can understand? my sorrow?"

"Sad? Look at what you did later, who will believe it? If I had a chance like you, I would give up everything for him, and I would protect him with my life. As long as I have one breath left, I won't let him suffer a little Even if I have to die, I will use death to stop death before him." With tears in Morrison's eyes, he took out a gun and knocked on Steven's knee under the table : "Henry, you hide very deeply. At first I thought you could take good care of him, but I misread you! Love can make people blind. The president is so shrewd that he would fall in love with someone like you!"

"Put your gun back, be careful not to fire!" Steven replied lightly.

Morrison knocked off the hand//gun safety and stared at Steven.

"If you want to kill me, you won't wait until today." Steven changed the subject: "Jin, what case do you want to investigate if you want to win the monthly championship today? I'm in your way, so I'll help you think about it , it's a companion, isn't it?"

"Henry, you are really smart, no wonder the president likes you." Morrison withdrew his hand//gun, hesitated for a moment, his expression immediately added a layer of weirdness, and said mysteriously: "This club has been open for more than 20 years. 5 monthly champions, at present, all 5 monthly champions have died."

"Did they die at the same time?" Steven asked curiously.

"No, everyone has their own time of death. Let's talk about the fifth monthly champion first. He was one of my informants. The day before he was about to hand over the key information, he suddenly committed suicide by falling from a building in a hotel."

"Do you think they were killed? Or... Could it be that the other four monthly champions committed suicide as they agreed?"

"You guessed it right again! Of these five champions, except for the first one who died accidentally, the other four all committed suicide..."

"When did these people commit suicide?" Steven asked.

"The time span is very long. On average, there is one champion every five years. However, the five monthly champions, regardless of age, all died within a few years after winning the championship. No one lived past the age of 5." Morrison replied: "According to According to my research, they are all amateur boxers, and the monthly championship bonus of 40+ is not too high. It's an informant witness!"

After hearing this, Steven immediately became serious and said, "Jean, you should thank me!"

"What's on your mind?" Morrison asked, looking up.

"To prevent you from being the monthly champion is to save your life!" Steven replied solemnly.