Confrontation in the abyss

"Leslie, it's a blessing that Anson is willing to offer an exchange. If he wants to, whether it is to make us never find Zhou Tiao or kill him, it will be a piece of cake. Turning against Anson is against us. There is no benefit in talking. In the mansion of the Lorenzo family, those bodyguards are all mercenaries, and do you know what kind of weapons are hidden in this mansion? You have angered Anson Lorenzo, and I am afraid that you will implicate your team Members ended up like the red scorpion!"

Who could be so arrogant to dispatch a helicopter to blow up the Red Scorpion.Only Anson Lorenzo has this ability in the United States.But you know he did it, but you can't find any evidence.

"So we're going to compromise with that guy?" Leslie raised an eyebrow.

"This is not a question of compromise or not, but how do we keep our balance. Are you sure you can bring him back by declaring war on Anson? Leslie, I have always admired your calmness. Only when you calm down, Only then can we think of the best solution." Liszt patted Leslie on the shoulder with great meaning.

Leslie frowned.

"We have now determined where he is. Anson was able to make him appear on the terrace, so he must be ready to be discovered by us. Maybe he is smoking a cigar and listening to music waiting for us to deliver it to the door!" Lei Ra also calmed down.

Leslie's brows relaxed, and his voice became cold again, "At least he's still alive."

On the screen, Zhou Tiao's brows are somewhat comfortable.He had been Dean for too long and had endured too many conflicts, so it might not be a bad idea to take this as an opportunity for him to take a break.

Early morning passed, and the midday sun was a little dazzling.The coffee beside Zhou Zhou was also completely cold.

Anson stood behind him, gently kneading his shoulders: "This way you can sit until noon, just like an old man who has started receiving social security and lives lazily without a goal all day long."

"Goal?" Zhou Cho raised the corners of his lips, "Anson, I'm curious, what is your goal? To become the world's number one arms tycoon?"

"My goal?" Anson let out a long "hmm" sound, as if the question was going back and forth in his mind, "It should be to enjoy the best in the world every minute and every second of my life." thing."

Zhou Cho laughed even harder, and even his shoulders trembled.

"There is nothing best in this world."

"Okay, then I'll put it another way. I want to be happy every minute of my life."

"It's not easy for a person to be happy all the time."

"Yeah, that's why I don't think I'm happy enough." There was a bit of loneliness in that voice.

"Not happy enough? If you use your brains, you use our Interpol to bring down your old opponent for you. With a single tick finger, the Red Scorpion will be wiped out from this world. I don't even know what method you used to get me out of the hospital. Steal it. Is there anything in this world you can't do? What else can make you unhappy?"

Zhou Cho waited for An Sen's answer, but the other party just stood behind him silently.

"Let's have lunch, and I will accompany you out to watch a car race in the afternoon."

"Racing competition?" Zhou Choo opened his eyes, Anson's chin was all he could see, "Aren't you afraid that the sound of the racing engine will crack my skull?"

Anson smiled inscrutably and left the terrace.

Lunch is very simple, only steak, salad, pasta and soup.

If it was Zhou Chou in the past, he didn't pay much attention to food, as long as it was not difficult to swallow, he could eat with relish.It’s just that as Dean Yang for more than a year, Zhou Cho’s taste has been greatly improved. For a simple steak, he has learned to taste the texture, elasticity, sauce and even the difference in heat of the meat.

It was just a small bite, and Zhou Cho knew that this steak must be of great value, with little marbling and fat, and a smooth and elastic taste.Zhou Cho smiled secretly, this steak is the ultimate embodiment of Anson's life goals.

"I thought you preferred the luxury of French cuisine, and you have to eat several courses for a meal."

"That way you will lose your taste. You are so impatient, you won't be willing to delay two or three hours for something that can be completed in half an hour. At that time, I'm afraid I have the heart to savor French food carefully, but I still have to endure it." Your annoying eyes." Anson smiled, and the sunlight shone into the living room from behind him, and his golden brown hair was also filtered with a layer of halo.

Zhou Cho lowered his head, laughing at himself for his momentary loss of focus just now.

"Is it qualifying for an F1 car? I don't recall any major racing events recently."

"You'll know when you go." Ansen took a sip of the seafood soup and joked, "The last time I ate at the same table as you, the guy Red Scorpion was still there. He thought he was extravagant, but in fact he I don’t know what luxury is. The seafood soup on the table that day was a failure.”

"Oh? I don't remember what dishes were on the table that time." Zhou Chou was taken aback for a moment, and then joked, "Mr. Lorenzo, are you wasting your brain capacity on these insignificant things?"

"Why is it irrelevant? You are there."

Zhou Cho is already used to Anson's way of speaking. He used to want to roll his eyes when he heard similar words, but now he is completely immune to it.

After lunch, Anson left Lorenzo's house with Zhou Choo.

There were only two bodyguards following Anson. Zhou Tuo carefully observed their walking pace and posture. These two were well-trained. Whenever Ansen traveled to a certain place, their primary goal was to observe any suitable location for an ambush .Zhou Cho had no doubts about their skills, he had to weigh whether he was absolutely sure that he could knock them down.Or should I not be head-on?

The driver was still Richard, and the car drove towards the outskirts of New York. Those seemingly prosperous steel buildings gradually moved away, and the shadows of plane trees passed Zhou Chou's face one by one, like a lyrical movie.And Mendvinson is the largest racing track in New York, Zhou Zhao guessed that their destination should be there.

"Do you know why I took you out without worrying that you would run away?"

"why?"

"The DT who operated on you was a friend of mine, and I asked him for a small favor. Besides completing your brain surgery, I had him remove the Interpol receiver in your ear canal, It is equipped with the new micro-tracker produced by Lorenzo, which is perfectly compatible with human tissue and will not cause rejection."

Zhou Tuo sighed, as long as he was given a chance to leave Ansen's sphere of influence, the first thing he would do when he returned to the organization was to ask Leslie to help him get rid of this so-called tracker.

"Don't think about things so pessimistically, and don't always misinterpret my good intentions. Zhou Zhou, you always put yourself in a dangerous situation intentionally or unintentionally, and I have to firmly grasp where you are."

"Thank you for being so considerate of my safety." Zhou Tiao shrugged his shoulders, and they finally arrived at Mendvinsen Circuit.

There were no spectators gathered at the entrance, no volunteers to maintain order, and no media who came to report. Zhou Zhao looked at Ansen suspiciously, "Is there really any F1 competition here?"

"Accurately speaking, it is a race for you, not an F1 race. But please believe me, this race may not be professional enough, but it is exciting enough."

"Really?" Zhou Cho raised his brows, always feeling that Ansen's so-called 'exciting' must not be a good thing.

They walked into the empty racing track, without enthusiastic spectators, Zhou Cho always felt boring.

A red sports car and three seemingly ordinary black cars were parked on the runway.

The more Zhou Chou looked at it, the more familiar the red sports car was. He kept searching his memory, and the sound of glass shattering sounded next to his ears. Zhou Choo stood up abruptly, "That car..."

"Ah," Anson bent down, supported his chin, and said calmly, "That's right, it's the car that hit you."

"What did you pull that car for?"

"Look." Anson raised his chin.

On the side of the runway, a man and a woman walked slowly.Their expressions were full of apprehension and fear.

On the night when Zhou Chou was injured, the woman was wearing bright red lipstick, painted smoky makeup on her eyes, and was wearing a short skirt with silver sequins. The corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of indulgence.But today, her heavy makeup has completely disappeared, her eyes are panicked and even her shoulders are trembling violently.And her boyfriend kept his head down, still wearing the pile of heavy metal ornaments on his body, completely dressed in punk.

"What do you want to do?" Zhou Cho glared at An Sen.

"They almost killed you. Those two guys were sitting in that car taking drugs when you were in surgery for the accident."

"They're just afraid." Zhou Cho knew Anson's madness, and also understood that no matter how he tried to stop it, it would be futile.

"Afraid? What they are afraid of is not whether you will die. But I am afraid." Anson's voice suddenly sank, and there was a hint of sharpness in the coldness.

At that moment, Zhou Cho had a painful illusion.

"Those who scare me, I want them to be more scared than me." Anson clapped his hands in fear.

The man and woman were visibly shocked. At this moment, several bodyguards in black suits walked in and got into the black car.

Richard did not know when he stood on the sidelines.Without the slightest wave of emotion on his face, he calmly said to the man: "Sir, it's dangerous for you to drive while wearing these metal ornaments. In case of a collision, these metal ornaments are likely to cut you."

The man opened his mouth and asked in a trembling voice, "Do I still have a chance to live? Don't you just want us to die?"

Richard paused, "Sir, before you die, everything is possible."

The man swallowed, and took off all the metal ornaments on his body.

Anson sighed, and seemed to guess what Richard said, "Richard is like this, always giving others unrealistic hopes."

"You haven't said what kind of tricks you're playing."

"Well, I want to try how good their red sports car is. If it can withstand the attack of three cars within an hour, I will also order their sports car."

It turned out that all of this was Anson's game. What he wanted to see was the dying struggle of the man and woman, and no matter how hard they struggled, they could not escape the final outcome.What Anson wanted to appreciate was their final despair.

Richard waved his hand from the sidelines, and the red sports car galloped out. It had three seconds to distance itself from the three cars behind it.

"I bet they didn't hit you as fast as they do now."

"I'm not interested in your boredom!" Zhou Cho was about to get up, but An Sen firmly grabbed his wrist.

The guy's thumb made a circle around Zhou Cho's wrist, and Zhou Cho could feel the arc of his fingertips very clearly, implying comfort, but even so, there was still a surge of anger in Zhou Cho's heart.

"If even you, the only person who has sympathy for them, is gone, they will surely die."

At this moment, there was a crashing sound, Zhou Zhao turned his head, and a car brushed the front end of the red sports car and sped away. , almost hit the edge of the field.The two cars that followed did not give up and crashed into the red sports car one after another.

The two cars didn't collide directly, but kept creating the effect of putting them to death. The intention was not to kill them, but to keep them in extreme fear.

The front cover of the red sports car has been deformed by the collision.

The woman's exclamation came again and again.

Zhou Cho took a breath, he is not a bad person, for these two young people who can kiss like a raging fire while driving, Zhou Cho felt that they should be taught a lesson.But Anson's approach was more than he could bear.

"If you don't want to hear it, you can plug your ears." Anson actually took out a pair of earplugs from his pocket.

Zhou Thou shook his hand vigorously: "Mr. Lorenzo is really thoughtful!"

"Where are you going!" An Sen stood up, watching Zhou Cho's back as he left the auditorium.

"Make your pervert game more exciting!"

There was no room for the red sports car to back out at all, only the tremors of the two cars colliding constantly could be felt.

And the car that had already run away suddenly turned around and rushed over at a rapid speed.