Confrontation in the abyss

He pulled up a chair and sat down facing Anson, but the direction of the gun never changed.

"I didn't bring any weapons here today." Anson said slowly, Zhou Cho's outstretched arm was tied with a bandage, and blood was already oozing faintly.

Zhou Zhao has been holding the gun for more than 10 minutes, but the muzzle of the gun has not even trembled.

An Sen slowly loosened his suit jacket and turned around in front of Zhou Chou, showing that there was no place on his body where a gun was hidden.He even picked up his trouser legs to prove to Zhou Cho that he was completely harmless.

Then, he sat down slowly, put his hands on his knees, and his whole body was very relaxed, "I'm very interested, how did you know that there was a bomb behind that painting?"

He has beautiful facial features. It is said that his mother is a great beauty, and he has inherited all the advantages of his mother in appearance.It's just that when such a beautiful woman died, someone cut her cheek and cut off her tongue, and was stabbed 24 times in her body. The coroner said that she didn't die until she endured [-] knives.

Under the lighting of the living room, An Sen was so handsome that people couldn't look away, and his handsomeness was faintly mixed with blood.

"I heard the sound of the timer."

"Ah, that's why you stood in front of that painting and looked at it all the time. I thought you really liked that painting and planned to bring it to you." Anson's expression was a bit pity.

"Sorry, I don't know how to appreciate any art."

"Your ears look fine."

"Yes, I hear you very well. I don't have good coffee here, and I don't have Cuban cigars, so I can't entertain you, and as you can see, I have injuries all over my body, although I have no broken arms or legs. , but I need a rest."

Zhou Thou coldly issued the eviction order, and An Sen finally put down his crossed legs and stood up slowly.

"Good night, Zhou Chou."

Many people can't pronounce Zhou Tzu's Chinese name clearly, but An Sen can read it clearly, with a low and cool voice, as if whispering from hell.

After An Sen left, Zhou Tiao slowly put down the gun.

He moved the tea table to the door and placed a vase on the edge of the tea table.In this way, whoever opens the door at night will knock down the vase.Zhou Chou took out an instrument from the drawer and began to detect whether there was a bug in the room, even under the sink in the bathroom.

He returned to the living room to sit down when he was sure that no bugs had been installed in the entire apartment.There are two plates and a bottle of red wine on the dining table.

Zhou Cho walked over, took a look, and threw the bottle of red wine into the trash can.

In a stretched limousine, Anson watched the video while sipping champagne from a goblet.

"Oh, Richard. Zhou Choo threw away the red wine I gave him." Anson's tone was pitiful, but there was no sadness on his face.

"Sir, I have already said that he will not accept any gifts from you."

"So I finished that bottle of red wine, and then replaced it with the table wine in the supermarket, and sealed the cork." Anson's fingertips ran across the rim of the goblet.

"Sir, you really never suffer."

"It's not a question of whether I'm going to lose money or not, but even if I have more money than I can spend, it doesn't mean it's wasted. By the way, who is the guy who developed these ultra-miniature cameras? They did a good job, but Zhou Chou didn't find out But fortunately, I was smart enough not to install a bug." Anson took a sip of champagne and said with a smile, "Give them $100 million and tell them to keep up the good work."

Zhou Chou opened the refrigerator, took out the milk he bought yesterday and drank two big gulps, then went back to his room, took off his T-shirt and pants, threw them on the ground casually, and walked into the bathroom.

He can't take a bath because there are wounds on his arms and legs, but it is impossible for him to not sweat after going out on a mission today. If he is not allowed to take a bath, he will definitely not be able to sleep.Turning on the hot water and soaking the towel, Zhou Cho could only make do with wiping his body.His movements are not elegant, even a bit rude, but his body is slender, his muscles are graceful and not exaggerated, and he can tell that he is not a useless thing trained in the gym.

An Sen was sitting in front of the computer, watching Zhou Cho bent down, revealing his secret buttocks, and his slender and powerful legs. It was an invisible temptation that led people's eyes to collide with his body.Anson tapped the table with his fingers, a smile appeared on his lips, "So you are much sexier than I thought."

Richard knocked on the door and said softly, "Sir, the living room has been repaired."

"Yeah." Zhou Choo on the screen had already returned to the bedroom and fell asleep, and An Sen also turned off the computer and stretched himself.

"Is the business with MASSIVE going on as usual next week?" Richard asked.

"Of course. We're not going to have trouble with money."

Zhou Cho was injured, so Gwen gave him three days off.He spent the past three days fairly leisurely.Sleep until you wake up naturally during the day, then go downstairs to the cafe to have breakfast and watch TV.

But his leisure was soon broken.

An unfamiliar number rang on the phone. Zhou Thou didn't want to bother with it at first, but he didn't expect it to keep ringing, and finally he couldn't stand it and answered the phone.

"Hey, is your injury better?" A mellow voice rang on the other end of the phone, and Zhou Chou's first reaction was to press the phone.

"Don't rush to press the phone." Anson seemed to know exactly what Zhou Cho was thinking, "I planted a bomb in your apartment."

"What?" Zhou Cho's voice rose, as if he had heard something outrageous.

"Don't be so surprised. You know I'm not joking with you. You know exactly what business I am in." Anson's voice carried a deep smile.

"What do you want? Blow me up?" Zhou Cho looked very calm, and walked into the bathroom very leisurely, shaving his newly grown stubble while talking on the phone.

If Anson really wanted to blow himself up, there was no need to call.What's more, Zhou Cho is just a small figure in the Interpol, and he doesn't even have any evidence against Ansen.

"You saved my life, of course I wouldn't want to blow you up. It's just that when you were on a mission, I might see that someone in your building was dissatisfied, so I blew it up with a bang. possible."

Zhou Cho didn't speak, he washed off the remaining bubbles on his face, wiped some aftershave lotion, and then asked unhurriedly, "What exactly do you want?"

"Come out for dinner."

Zhou Thou rolled his eyes, "Mr. Lorenzo, why don't you blow up my apartment."

Anson's laughter came from the other end of the phone. He seemed really happy, without a trace of fake smile.In Zhou Cho's view, this is precisely the highest level of hypocrisy.

"If you come, I will tell you the channel for MASSIVE to deliver the arms."

Zhou Chou frowned, and after thinking for two seconds, he replied, "Okay, I'll come. Where."

"The cafe across from your house."

"Then I should really regret that I didn't bring my rifle back. My living room is the best place to shoot." Zhou Tzu walked to the window, opened the blinds, and as expected, he saw the window of the opposite cafe. An Sen was leisurely He waved his hand at himself, it was really flattering.Putting on a T-shirt casually, Zhou Chou walked across the road and came to the cafe.

He saw Anson almost at a glance, and the guy had a restrained luxury that stood out in this ordinary little cafe.He was wearing a light striped shirt, a dark gray suit, and some rustic and outdated attire, but he looked intellectual and calm when he wore it.

Zhou Cho sat across from him without saying a word.

Anson raised his hand, and the waiter came over very enthusiastically.She was a girl in her early twenties, so she naturally had no resistance when she saw a man like An Sen.

"A T-bone steak medium-rare, black pepper sauce, corn soup. Another veal steak medium-rare, mushroom sauce, mushroom soup." Anson's gestures are elegant and extraordinary, as if he is in the Michelin A restaurant rather than a cheap cafe.

Zhou Cho rubbed his chin. It seems that Anson has researched his preferences, otherwise, how could he even know that he ordered T-bone steak every time he came here, and he even knew exactly what sauce to order.

"I bet you're a pretty good sniper."

Zhou Cho didn't speak, but just looked at An Sen indifferently.

"Tell me, if I sit by the window, what are the best places to snipe me?" Anson smiled. In fact, people like him usually consciously don't sit by the window no matter where they eat.And he himself didn't seem to be afraid of death at all, but he had to sit in the most dangerous place.He didn't know if he was testing the capabilities of his bodyguards, or he was confident that no one would dare to kill him.

Zhou Chou snorted softly, stretched his arms and pointed at an apartment diagonally behind Ansen: "The third to sixth floors are the best angles of incidence, which can successfully hit your head."

"Hmm." Anson smiled slightly, took a sip of the coffee in front of him, and then frowned.

Zhou Chou had long heard of the extravagant standards of Anson Lorenzo's life.Even coffee beans are the ultimate variety that costs thousands of dollars per gram.

"The fourth to fifth floors of the hotel opposite you."

"What else?" Anson pursed his lips, apparently hurting his tongue by the cup of poor-quality coffee.

"My apartment."

Anson smiled, "Is there any more?"

"Yes." Zhou Cho changed his posture, looking even more lazy, stretching out his hand and aiming at An Sen, "as long as I pull the trigger, you will be finished."

"Where there is a beginning, there will be an end. I don't know where my end is, so I enjoy every day to the fullest. But if that person is you, this is also HAPPY ENDING for me."

Zhou Cho lowered his head and laughed, "I believe you are a good at coaxing women."

At this time, the young waiter brought up two steaks, and when he lowered his head, he couldn't help but look at Anson more.

"Oh, didn't Gwen tell you that I like men better?" Anson raised the corners of his mouth, making it impossible to guess the truth of his words.

The palm of the waitress trembled, but Zhou Chou didn't waver at all, just picked up the knife and fork and began to taste the steak.

Anson also began to cut the steak gracefully. He only took one bite and didn't move again.The beef, cooking techniques, and even sauces here are beyond Anson's tolerance.

But Zhou Choo tasted delicious.

"You said you would tell me about MASSIVE's arms delivery channels."

"Ah, you said that." Anson folded his hands, "I may have a bad reputation as a person, but I am also very principled. I can't betray my clients. Otherwise, there will be no business to do in the future."