Guilty Records

"Snow!" Tang Zhibai instantly stood up and shouted fiercely!

Snow Stuart moved so fast that Tang Zhibai didn't even have time to stop him. His pupils dilated, and there was surprise and anger in the panic.

Illuminated by the crystal chandelier, the bright white hall has the feeling of crystal ripples, and the poor? They live in fear and anxiety, but they are also envious of it, just like Cinderella's dream journey in the ideal kingdom, came to them There is no place in my life? I am qualified to stand.

The head in the middle of the eyebrows is like a broken tofu brain, and the bloody brain burst out? Spread in this luxurious and exquisite hall.

This commoner? Didn't even die? Knowing that he would die under the gun of this gentle nobleman without warning.

He just yelled casually, and there was still excitement on his face in a pool of blood, without any fear.

The civilians fled in all directions screaming in horror, leaving the corpse in a large area. Some of them were so timid that they even wanted to escape? The hotel was stopped by Snow's guards, and the people could only Standing there shivering and trembling, he wanted to get as far away from this murderous murderer as possible, but he didn't dare to move.

Snow Stewart glanced at them contemptuously. He didn't even bother to look at the corpse. He lowered his head and caressed the silver gun, and said in a faint voice: "When I talk, I really like someone to interrupt."

"Slaves, let alone? You are qualified to speak."

The silver gun was a Christmas present from his father, after the assassination.In Snow's pitiful eyes, the lives of those people were not even as important as this gun.

When Earl Browning heard the gunshot, he closed his eyes in horror with a dead white face, thinking that he was shot, and his feet trembled like chicken legs.

After not seeing the pain for a long time, he opened his eyes wretchedly and tremblingly, only to realize that the person who died was an insignificant civilian? He couldn't help but take a deep breath...

"Lord Count."

At this time, Snow Stuart polished the silver gun, lightly slid the gear, and reinstalled the bullet in the muzzle. He pointed at Browning again, and said with a chuckle, "This time it's your turn."

"Stuart!" Tang Zhibai snapped.

Looking at the innocent boy who died tragically on the ground, my heart went blank. I didn't know what it was like. I glanced at the confused and frightened civilians who looked like refugees in the camp, and my heart suddenly felt sore.

"How could you kill him!"

Unexpectedly, Snow Stuart pointed the gun and turned his head back, and returned him a gentle smile, slender? Fingers pressed? Lips soothed him, "Hush one by one"

"Quiet, you're nothing more than a slave."

The sleeves slid down, revealing? the slender? scar on the white wrist?

The bodyguards have already begun to dispose of the corpse skillfully and orderly.

Tang Zhibai stared at his eyes with resentment, and wanted to fight back, but the words stuck in his throat.Indeed, he has seen many killings in these years, whether it is the Duke of Norman or Stuart, to them, these people are just lowly slaves, and the price is cheaper than killing a sheep.

Tang Zhibai frowned sadly and powerlessly. No matter how long it took, he still wasn't used to this kind of massacre.

Snow's goal is still Earl Browning, he warned softly, "It was interrupted just now, let's start the countdown again, three..."

When Browning saw this lunatic in human skin or not? Ken let him go, he was almost scared out of his wits.

He screamed, trying to save the day, "Even if you're from the Stuart family! You'll be court-martialed for doing so!"

Surprised, Snow's fingertips froze for a moment, as if hesitating whether this matter was worth doing. Earl Browning thought it was? Lu Kefu was secretly delighted.

The position of the silver gun changed, and Snow pointed at his son with a smile, "No? Anyone can dare to threaten the property and reputation of the Stuart family. Browning, you are just a down-and-out family. already."

"So, I changed my mind. I want to reduce the purchase amount of the contract by 20.00%, and I want you to hand over the right to inherit the land. Is this too much to ask? So I plan to take him into action, but I won't kill him, after three times, if you don't agree, you Browning will never have any offspring."

Little Browning was horrified to find that the place where the gun was shot was the root of his descendants. He was so frightened that he forgot about the pain in his leg, and his hands and feet were so weak that he almost peed on the crotch on the spot.

He was so cowardly that Browning didn't have the guts. With a moan, he hugged his father tightly and begged for help, "Father! No? Yes! No? This can be done! Help me, please help me... "

Browning didn't expect that he would make such a request. With an extremely ugly face, he gritted his teeth around his son and said, "Snow Stewart, you are a vampire!"

Snow wasn't planning to talk nonsense with him, he lightly opened his lips and started counting down, "Three..."

Browning's face changed drastically, and he insisted with a sigh of relief. His request was too much. Once he agreed, the family would completely collapse.

Little Browning was so frightened that he wept bitterly. Isn't the cry terrible? It's unbearable to watch.

"two……"

Little Browning was crying, covering his crotch anxiously and moving back, like a maggot rolling on the ground.

Browning was sweating coldly, and said anxiously, "I'll give you the land for free! It's free! No? One pound!!"

Snow Stuart shook his head with a smile, and said softly, "One."

Browning screamed, "I promise! I promise!"

"stop!"

"Bang~" Snow used his mouth to imitate the sound, startling everyone, then put down the gun, and said with a smile, "It's so good, everyone doesn't want to meet each other in battle."

Little Bo Langning turned pale after experiencing the rest of his life, rolled his eyes and passed out, and agreed to this request. Browning sat on the cold floor in a daze, stiff and dazed, as if his vitality had been drained, and his whole body was devoid of hope and vitality.

Tang Zhibai was dumbfounded watching all this, but he didn't show it at all on his face.

Snow waved his hand, and the guards beside him immediately stepped up to the handkerchief. He wiped his hands carefully, turned around and smiled at Tang Zhibai with tenderness in his eyes, "The matter is settled."

"Ah, you are too gentle in handling things. Some things require a little violence to complete, especially for these ignorant, ignorant, untouchables and low-class people who have no brains."

Apparently Browning was classified by him as an inferior.

Tang Zhibai's face was pale and his lips parted slightly. His expression was complicated and indescribable. Don't you believe it?I have always known that Snow Stuart was an unscrupulous villain in the original book, but in reality, this is the first time he has torn off the hypocrisy in front of his eyes. He doesn't care about pretense.

Tang Zhibai clenched his fist tightly, trembling uncontrollably.

Finally, he said coldly, "Stuart, do you know why I'm sick of you pursuing me?"

"Because you are a hypocrite." Then he turned and left!

His assistant hastily followed? Go.

Snow Stuart looked at his slender and thin back without obstruction, his eyes were smiling, but there was always a trace of good intentions, and he licked the corner of his mouth evilly.

Lin Xu, you immediately? Will kneel down and beg me to have you...

He waved his hand and arranged, "Not yet? Go and send Lord Norman home safely."

Evans, who had been watching the show, raised his eyebrows in surprise. When he lowered his head, he saw the white coat on the bench.

……

With the cold wind blowing outside, Tang Zhibai walked out of the hotel gate with messy and fast steps. The driver was waiting outside the door. He opened the car door angrily, but was stopped by a pair of red-hot thick hands coming out from behind.

He turned around, saw an even more annoying face, and said angrily, "Let me go, what do you want to do?"

Officer Evans hurriedly raised his hands up to indicate that he was not a threat. He weighed his coat in his hands and said with a smile, "Hey, I sent the coat specially for you."

Tang Zhibai's eyes were blazing, and he snatched it away, then turned around and got into the car.

In the end, he grabbed his arm and stopped him again, and he cursed angrily, "What the hell are you going to do?"

The two pushed each other beside the black car on the side of the road, with the cold wind blowing through, one furiously frizzed like a night owl, the other had a relaxed smile on his face, Officer Evans restrained him with one hand, "I'm kind enough to remind you You, anyone can see? You and Snow Stuart are not the same people at all, he will play you in the palm of his hand sooner or later."

Tang Zhibai mocked, "You are here to threaten me."

Evans smiled lightly, leaned over to his ear, and said in a low voice, "I trust my intuition, little murderer, maybe this is your disguise, but let me remind you, is the way he looks at you? That's right, you are a prey who is tempted by the trap, and sooner or later you will fall into the abyss."

Rush to the top, everything tonight was like a bomb exploding in his head, the pool of blood and gunshots accumulated into a fatal magic sound, impacting his living heart, and his mind was in chaos, Tang Zhibai's persuasion No? He listened and sneered, "Officer Evans, don't forget, you are also an enemy who wants to arrest me, so is this a trap?"

After all, he pushed the man away.

After turning around and getting into the car, he slammed the door.

Cold voice: "Let's go?"

The black car gradually moved away. Officer Evans calculated the depth of this person in his heart, and raised the corners of his mouth in the dark.

……

The weather is getting warmer, and Easter is approaching. On the bustling streets, bands are playing joyous music and parades, hawker girls are hawking, and every household scattered lilies and chrysanthemums at the door, intending to call the dead back home.

The urban area with European-style gorgeous buildings is complex and beautiful, just like the master architects of the Renaissance, who created these with extraordinary handwriting. The bricks and tiles, white walls, pivot windows and domes all show that this is a cultural heritage. A profound city, but this kind of culture and history can only be manifested in the three districts of Shanghai.

The streets are crowded with people, and cars are driving slowly on the road?

Tang Zhibai was wrapped in a thick fur, with a fluffy snowball-like rabbit fur scarf around his neck. Does the whole person look like a bone? Nested beside Louis, he stared blankly at the blue sky outside the window and asked, "You Are you really not going in with me?"

Louis supported the boneless man with a calm face, but his movements were careful and gentle, "I can see that he hates me."

Tang Zhibai frowned slightly, and retorted: "He doesn't? He hates you. It's just that you scared him a few times. You usually tell you to smile more, but you just don't listen."

Louis said, "No? Go, I'll help you buy Easter gifts."

Tang Zhibai shook his head helplessly, looking at the patrolling policemen flashing by outside the car window, he thought of the man with bad intentions, "Speaking of which, at the banquet a few days ago, I met the man who had investigated Snows before. The policeman in the Tuart assassination case, after so many years, he still suspects me, and he is also very annoying."

Louis's deep and calm eyes flashed like the light of a lake, and he lowered his head to look at the man in his arms, "If that's the case, why don't Bai just let him leave the police station."

Tang Zhibai shook his head, frowned and said, "He's the deputy director now. It's not easy to fire him. I've investigated. He's a soldier from the United States. The second time he targeted me like this, I don't think it's just what he meant."

Louis said, "Bai wants to say that the army has begun to be wary of the nobles, and conflicts have begun?"

Tang Zhibai said worriedly, "From now on, this kind of conflict may become more and more intensified. I feel more and more that London is not safe. Although Evans is just a sharp-edged striker, is there such a person staring at you, always feeling uncomfortable."

The black-haired boy picked up the fluff that fell on Tang Zhibai's head, and blew it through the window, his eyes were filled with black mist, with a hint of red light, "He's just an army puppet, Bai, I want him to stop... Does it bother you?"

"Of course?" Tang Zhibai was as good as a follower.

Louis' expressionless face was a little cold.

……

Vehicles are parked in Trafalgar Square? On the spacious and?floor covered with stone tiles? White pigeons are flying and resting everywhere. The central fountain is pattering and rotating. This piece of music, on the left stands an exquisite and magnificent building, which is the largest newspaper office in London, and opposite is a coffee shop.

Different from the noisy Soho district, in this quiet and elegant place, bathed in the afternoon sun, Tang Zhibai stepped out of the car, and the golden light sprinkled the ends of his hair, as if they were smudged.

Louie got out of the car at the other end.

Tang Zhibai looked sideways into the glass window of the coffee house, and saw a blond boy sitting there, stirring the coffee and looking at his watch from time to time.

He said to Louis, "I'm going in, see you later."

"Ah."

After seeing Tang Zhibai enter the coffee shop, Louis pulled his collar, turned around and approached an alley opposite the square. After walking a long, narrow path, he opened the door and walked into a bar.

The bar is not open during the day, under the dim light of the wall lamps, there are only two or three bartenders yawning sleepily, tidying up the tables, chairs and counters, and cleaning up. It can be seen from the bags of garbage? The business is very lively.

Suddenly, he opened the door and approached a man, wearing an expensive black coat, but wrapped a delicate and beautiful face.

The bartender in front of the bar looked up and stared blankly. He had never seen such a beautiful and elegant person. The place where he lived was full of vulgar and savage poor people? Even on the street? Cleaner, completely different from the person in front of him.

What is even more unbelievable is that when he walked into this bar, the bartender was stunned and stammered: "Your Excellency, did you go? Wrong?"

Louis Anjou said calmly, "I'm looking for Neil Patrick."

Hearing this, the bartender's eyes were full of shock, and his mouth was also opened wide.

The boss had ordered that the boss behind the investment management would come to the door today, so he asked them not to sleep and wait here, but he never expected that this big man would be so young!Still so beautiful!

Louis has been staring at him indifferently. After the bar shook his head, he quickly bent down to guide the way, "Please, please! The boss told him that he is waiting for you upstairs! I will wake him up first..."

As he spoke, he rushed upstairs, the wooden stairs were creaked by his rough movements.

With a blank face, Louis stepped up the stairs.