Confrontation in the abyss

"No, no, I always feel that he is now..." Anson was interrupted by Richard before he finished speaking.

"Sir, do you look suspicious now?"

"Suspicion? That's what women do, why should I do it?" Anson's expression became upset, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

An Sen put down his coffee, walked into Zhou Cho's bedroom grandly, and lay down on his bed.Turning on the desk lamp beside him casually, the soft light filled the whole room.Zhou Cho's bedside drawer was not locked, and Anson could easily open it and take out the innermost things.It was a photo clipped in a book, and the woman in the photo was smiling openly.She is not a flower in a greenhouse and does not require undue care.But her picture was at the bottom of the drawer, and Anson knew that the woman no longer existed, at least in this physical world.

There were still a few wispy strands of hair left on the pillow, and Anson fiddled with them with his fingers, pulling up the quilt to wrap himself up.

Richard opened the door and stood against the light, "Sir, I don't think Zhou Choo would be happy for you to sleep in his bed. I bet he will burn the sheets and everything tomorrow."

"Then we'll take them all away." Anson only showed his head.

The next day Zhou Cho came to the office, Lao Qiao and Fei Luo seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Tiao frowned slightly.

Old Qiao pushed the newspaper in front of Zhou Chou, and the headlines of the news on the front page were so obvious that they wanted to break through the shackles of paper.

Former MASSIVE CEO William Goodwin was killed in a car accident on his way to court.

"Ha..." Zhou Cho didn't need to read the content carefully, he also knew that William was indeed dead, but he definitely didn't die in a simple car accident.

Anson had reminded him long ago that Joey Ireland would not be willing to be William's puppet, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

"Notify Leslie's info team and keep an eye on all Joey's communications!"

Zhou Cho returned to the table and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

Next, what is Joey Ireland's plan?How will he contact his behind-the-scenes boss?

At this time, Jones knocked on the door of the office, "Boss, Joey is sitting in a roadside cafe and looks like he is waiting for someone."

"People like him don't like roadside coffee." Zhou Cho followed Jones out.

From now on, they can't let go of Joey's every move. Without William Goodwin's shackles, Joey Ireland is about to fly, and they must catch him before he flies high, otherwise In the future, if he is entrenched, he will be in trouble like Anson Lorenzo.

Gene and Miles had already arrived at the subway station opposite the cafe. They pretended to be smoking while leaning against the subway entrance and chatting, their eyes occasionally passing in the direction of Joey.

Joey sat quietly at the table, and he ordered a cup of cappuccino and a toast.He only took a sip of coffee, and the wrinkles between his brows were the same as Anson's expression when he ate cheap steak for the first time.Needless to say, he didn't touch a sip of coffee or toast afterwards.Since the taste of this store is not suitable for him, but he still forced himself to sit here, it seemed that he was really waiting for someone.

"Boss... It's been more than half an hour, and no one has contacted him." Gene is not good at smoking, but he has already lit four cigarettes, and he is about to choke to death from the smell of second-hand smoke from Miles.

"Be patient." Zhou Choo sat in a restaurant upstairs.

At this time, an employee of a courier company came to the open-air coffee shop and called out Joey Ireland's name.

Joey beckoned to him, and the courier gave him a document to sign for, then turned around and rode to the next destination.

Jones was ready to catch up and stop the courier.

Zhou Chou's cell phone vibrated, and there was a text message: Joey is best at throwing stones and asking for directions.

The text message is from Anson Lorenzo.

Zhou Zhou realized in an instant, and immediately contacted Jones: "Don't chase that courier! It's Joey's trap to test whether someone is following and monitoring him!"

Once they went up and stopped the courier, Joey would know that he would leave immediately.

Jones, who was running, stopped, put his hands on his knees on the side of the road, and let the courier go away.

Jones walked back to the cafe slowly, Da Lala sat down at a table not far from Joey, and ordered a latte.

Seeing the situation, Gene couldn't help complaining in a low voice, "Oh my god, that guy Jones is so close to Joey Ireland, isn't he afraid of being discovered?"

Miles took a puff of cigarette leisurely, "I think he looks like a commoner drinking coffee. On the contrary, a guy like Joey who wears an expensive suit looks out of place in this kind of commoner coffee shop."

At this time, the waiter came to Joey with a plate of baked eggs, lowered his body to put down the plate, and placed a note on Joey's right hand side.

Jones tried to stand up, but he sat in front of Joey.

"Calm down, Jones." Zhou Tiao knew his temper.

Joey finished reading the note, put it in the ashtray and lit it.It didn't get up until it was burned to ashes.

Jones stopped the waiter who was about to clear the table of untouched food.Jones sat where he was, looking at the ashes with a troubled expression.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Thou, who came with Lao Qiao and Fei Luo, showed a smile, "Very well, pack these ashes back to the branch, be careful not to scatter them."

"What?" Jones looked puzzled.

"Jones, besides guns and bullets, we also have technology." Sitting at the table, Zhou Zhao sighed, "These rich people really waste resources."

Don't look at Fei Luo's greasy appearance, other young people are not as good as him in doing meticulous work.The ashes of the paper were put into a bag and brought back to the New York branch. The technology team restored the writing on it, but some of the writing was unclear, leaving only the words "Golden Pearl".

"Golden pearl?" Jones raised an eyebrow.

"That's the name of a luxury cruise ship." Zhou Zhao dialed Leslie's phone, "I would like to know whether a luxury cruise ship named 'Golden Pearl' will go to sea in the near future, whether there will be a dinner party, and the list of guests attending the dinner party What."

In less than a minute, Zhou Chou's office received a fax from Leslie.

The list is long, and it looks like this really is going to be an event.Eva, Carter, and important shareholders and management of MASSIVE are all on the list, including Anson Lorenzo of course.

Among these names, one is the behind-the-scenes boss who manipulated MASSIVE to conduct illegal business.

To find this man, they also have to board the ship.

"So, are we going to pretend to be Yang Jin's bodyguard again?" Jones asked, "Or are you going to ask your old friend Anson Lorenzo for help?"

The second half of Jones' sentence is full of irony. He has never understood the reason why Zhou Cho has anything to do with Anson or even cooperate.

"Good idea." Zhou Thou smiled lightly, turned and left.

"What? Are you really going to find that guy?"

"Didn't you give me an idea? I will indicate your name in the report to the superior." Zhou Chou took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, but it was not for Ansen, but for Aiwa, " Hey, Eva, do you have a suitable male companion for the dinner on the Golden Pearl in a week's time?"

"If you are willing to be my male companion, I will not go to anyone else."

"Then give me an evening dress, I've already thrown away all my old ones."

"No problem, it will be delivered tonight."

After hanging up the phone, Jones stood behind Zhou Choo, "You said 'Aiwa' just now, which Aiwa is it?"

"Eva Hofsky. Why, you can make a report to Liszt and tell him that Eva and I are also in contact." Zhou Zhou's gaze flicked over Jones, as if looking at an unworldly child.

"Aren't you afraid that one day you will fall into the abyss like them?" Jones grabbed Zhou Cho's arm.

"Whether there is an abyss in this world depends on how deep your eyes can see."

Zhou Cho returned to the apartment, turned on the light, and found that everything was just like the last time he left the apartment.Not even the slightest smell of coffee in the air.But he knew, every cell in his brain knew... Anson was still here.

Opening the door, the quilt was slightly raised, Zhou Cho went to the bed and sat down, "How long have you been here?"

"I don't know. But I know there is one thing you haven't thanked me for." Anson still kept his back to Zhou Chou.

"Well, about Joey, thank you. But you really know him well."

"I know all the potential opponents well. If you want to go to the Golden Pearl, I can help you too."

Zhou Cho patted Anson's back, and moved to the other side, and Zhou Cho lay down.

"Anson, you used the word 'help.' You're not helping anybody."

"Can I sleep here tonight?" Anson asked.

"Hmm, this isn't the first time you've slept here."

"I want to lie next to you. Take it as a thank you."

Zhou Cho didn't answer him, but just pulled a corner of the quilt and lay down.An Sen also turned around slowly, wrapping his arms around Zhou Cho's belly.

"You've been under the quilt, why are your fingers still so cold?"

"Because you're not here."

Zhou Cho should have laughed, he was used to expressing sarcasm towards An Sen like this, but this time he just covered the back of his hand.

"Don't be kicked down by me."

Anson's breath softly brushed the back of Zhou Cho's neck, "Guess, among so many people, who is the illegitimate son of Orlando Bain?"

"Could it be you, Anson?"

"Aha, unless Orlando Bain gave birth to me when I was 14."

"It's not impossible."

"I'm sleepy." Anson murmured, and really fell asleep.

In the darkness, Zhou Cho opened his eyes wide.This was the first time that Anson gave up the chance to talk to Zhou Choo.His breathing was long, as if he had really fallen asleep.Zhou Cho moved slightly, Anson's head moved down, and his forehead rested on Zhou Cho's back.At that moment, emotions that had been lost for a long time flooded Zhou Zhou's heart.He remembered that a long time ago, Emily hugged him from behind like this, whispered softly, pressed her forehead against his back, and even kissed him intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhou Cho pulled up the quilt and closed his eyes.

The next day was the weekend, Zhou Choi didn't set the alarm clock and didn't have the slightest consciousness to get up.He even forgot that half of his bed was occupied by other people. He turned over casually and smashed the back of his hand on something. hit place.

"You haven't left yet?" Zhou Cho frowned.

"It's rare for me to sleep so peacefully." Anson turned his head to look at the electronic clock beside the bed, "It's only eight o'clock..."

After speaking, he curled up in the quilt again.

Zhou Cho was stunned for two seconds, since when can he coexist peacefully with this guy?

who cares!

Zhou Cho fell back onto the pillow again and pulled the quilt over.The two of them were back to back, unexpectedly sleeping soundly.Zhou Cho was awakened by the smell of food, and looking at the electronic clock next to the bed, it was already 12:30 noon.Turning around, when did Anson disappear?

"Are you awake? Have something to eat?" Anson's voice came from the door.

Zhou Cho squinted his eyes and looked over, the guy was wearing a plaid apron, surprisingly comfortable at home.

"Don't think I don't know that Richard made the lunch when you put on your apron."

Anson smiled, "Your sense of taste is as sensitive as your sense of hearing, why don't you come and try to see if Richard did it?"

Zhou Chou washed up briefly, and sat down at the dining table, only to find that there was only one plate in front of him, which contained fried rice with eggs.

"Huh?" Zhou Cho was a little stunned. According to Anson's gorgeous style, how could there be only one plate of fried rice with eggs.

Anson handed him the spoon, "I'm not an all-around man. I know how to taste a good steak and fine caviar black truffle, but I don't know how to cook. I have to learn a long time to learn how to make simple Chinese egg fried rice. The egg shells fall into the rice grains, what kind of rice grains are suitable for egg fried rice, when to pour the egg slurry, and how to stir fry so that it will not become mushy."

"Thank you for your honesty." Zhou Choo scooped up a spoon and put it into his mouth. This taste was indeed not made by Richard, and no Chinese restaurant had this taste.Zhou Cho looked at An Sen, who smiled.

"This is my taste."

Zhou Zhao nodded, "Well, well, there is no eggshell in it, not too much oil is added, and the texture of the rice is just right. If you really made this, it is indeed of a high level."

"I know you were with Leslie last night."