Chapter 220 How can the Angsa people have such ideological awareness!
Cheng Long had no consciousness of being a wanted criminal at all. Not long after being woken up by Ares, he took out a custom-made wooden box out of thin air, dug out a pair of sunglasses, put them on, and walked onto the street openly.
In Citi, rich areas and poor areas are completely opposite. The rich area has a beautiful environment, good public security, harmonious neighbors, and the average life expectancy is much longer than that of people in poor areas.
Most of the slum areas where poor people gather are noisy and polluted, and the public security is very poor. There are no police patrols at all.
The community where Ares lives is a wealthy area, so there are more police patrols.
No, within a few minutes of Cheng Long going downstairs, he met two patrol policemen on duty. However, they did not come forward to question him. They just glanced at him and passed him by.
He did not use his mental power or magic to interfere with the patrolling police.
The reason why he was not suspected was entirely because he was wearing sunglasses, which sounds a bit ridiculous.
In fact, Cheng Long looks like two different people when he wears sunglasses and without them. When he is not wearing them, he is polite, elegant and easy-going. When he is wearing them, he instantly transforms into a lone ranger in the city, full of coolness.
"Manhattan..."
Cheng Long stopped a taxi and got in.
"Sir, where do I get off?"
"Wall Street."
About half an hour later.
Cheng Long came to the famous Wall Street, the financial center of North America.
The managers of banks, insurance, shipping, railways and other companies established by the Rothschild Group, the Morgan Group, the Rockefeller oil king, the Goldman Sachs Group and the DuPont Group are concentrated here.
The famous New York Stock Exchange is also here...Wall Street has therefore become synonymous with wealth.
He comes here mainly to cause trouble!
……
At noon.
A restaurant near Wall Street.
DeLean, the executive director of Citigroup, walked into the reserved box with his arms around the young and sexy female secretary. Before the food was served, DeLean was already eating seafood.
At the age of over fifty, if you can still have desires at any time, you are considered to be old and strong.
"Hmm~~"
Suddenly——
Delian shouted, grabbing his heart suddenly, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.
His face turned red and hot like a prawn in a frying pan.
"Poof!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Delian's mouth.
The young and wealthy female secretary screamed in fear and became helpless.
The restaurant waiter who was guarding outside hurriedly opened the door and walked in. When he saw the screaming female secretary, she suddenly stopped because the blonde secretary had not yet pulled up her pants.
After a few seconds.
The waiter moved his eyes upwards with difficulty and asked the female secretary: "Madam, what's wrong with Mr. Delian?"
"I don't know, he suddenly vomited blood, I'm so scared..."
The blond female secretary asked many questions, but the waiter said helplessly: "Mr. Delian must be ill. Do you have any medicine on hand?"
"There is only one antihypertensive medicine, but I have already fed it to him before coming here." The feeding method is quite special. The blonde female secretary feeds the medicine to the boss. She always puts it into her mouth first, and then passes it through mouth to mouth. way, feed each other.
"The only option is to call an ambulance."
The waiter spread his hands, then took out his mobile phone and dialed the emergency number.
At this moment, Cheng Long, who was wearing sunglasses, walked out of the box next door and came to the two of them: "Mr. Delian has a sudden myocardial infarction and may also have intestinal problems. When the ambulance arrives, he He has probably died. If you believe me, please go out for a while. I have magic medicine that can cure him.”
"This..."
The restaurant waiter didn't dare to make the decision, so he instinctively turned to look at the female secretary beside him.
The blonde female secretary had regained some composure at this time, and said while lifting her pants: "Sir, Mr. Delian is an important member of the Locke family. If anything happens to him, we will all die. I think we should call the hospital and ask them It would be more appropriate to send someone here.”
"It's too late. In five minutes at most, Mr. Delian will suffocate and die. Of course, if you don't agree, you can also call an ambulance."
Cheng Long spread his hands and was about to leave when he saw Delian, who was having trouble breathing and having chest tightness and chest pain. He stretched out a hand and grabbed his sleeve suddenly. He opened his mouth wide, trying to say something but unable to speak.
However, the three people present and the diners who came after hearing the news could see Delian's desire to survive at this moment in his hopeful eyes.
As the executive director of Citigroup, Delian controls more than one billion U.S. dollars, and the accumulated wealth of the Locke family behind him is as high as more than 300 billion U.S. dollars.
A financier with huge wealth and a prominent family could enjoy a luxurious and luxurious life every day, so how could he be willing to die like this?
As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will not miss it.
"Sir, save Mr. Delian. As long as you can save him, I will do anything you want!" Although the blonde female secretary doesn't want to take risks, she can't think of any other way now and can only place her hope on Cheng Long. body.
After all, the boss had already reached out and grabbed the other party's sleeve, so she had to cooperate.
"I need a quiet environment to save people..."
"Sir, please save Mr. Delian." The blonde female secretary walked out uneasily.
The waiter walked out of the box and disappeared without a trace after a while. This matter had nothing to do with him, and the further away the better.
He didn't want to stay and be implicated.
Mr. Delian suffered a heart attack and was unable to breathe. He also vomited such a large mouthful of blood that the probability of being saved was almost zero.
The female secretary also wanted to leave, but unfortunately she couldn't.
I can only stand outside the door, waiting for a miracle to happen with a tortured look on my face.
……
In the box.
Cheng Long walked up behind Delian and slapped him on the back violently, infusing a wave of magic power into him.
Delian, who was out of breath and suffocated just now, instantly became more transparent inside his body, and the redness on his face gradually subsided, and the effect was immediate.
"Mr. Delian, do you feel better now?"
"Much better."
Delian was breathing heavily. He had just suffered a heart attack and felt like he was drowning. Now he was breathing smoothly. Except for his stomach discomfort and his heart aching, it was as if nothing had happened.
"Don't be too happy too soon. What I just did was just treating the symptoms, not the root cause. If you want to fully recover, you need a special treatment." Cheng Long never thought of curing Delian at once. Health comes too easily, and people often don't. Cherish, only after losing can you know how to cherish and protect.
"Can you cure my old problem?"
Delian's eyes lit up. He had high blood pressure and needed to take antihypertensive medicine every day. If he forgot to take it, he could die from a stroke at any time. He had angina pectoris and vomiting blood just now, which meant that he had other problems.
My health is getting worse!
At this time, anyone would be happy to hear that someone could cure themselves.
You know, Delian's old problem has been treated by a lot of medical experts, but they can only control it without recurrence, and no one dares to say that it can be cured.
Cheng Long could make him breathe smoothly when he was about to suffocate with just a tap of his hand. He was definitely a young and promising doctor.
"Of course, I can save anyone as long as I keep my breath."
Cheng Long raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said confidently.
Delian suffered a heart attack and spat out a mouthful of blood. In fact, his masterpiece was to secretly send out a ray of demonic energy that penetrated Delian's heart and spleen and stomach, and then repaired it with magic power.
When Delian went back for an examination, the doctor couldn't find anything wrong at all. He would only give the previous diagnosis plan and ask him to go back and pay more attention to rest, play less with women and drink less.
"Haha, I just like confident young people like you. By the way, I don't know your name yet, can you leave your contact information?"
Delian was not dissatisfied because of Cheng Long's attitude. He just wanted to cure his old problem and have a happy swimsuit party.
"My name is Cheng Long. I come from across the ocean. You can call me Mr. Long..." At this point, Cheng Long changed the subject: "Of course, if you like, you can also call me Mr. A."
"Mr. A? Are you the robber who drove into the tunnel yesterday and disappeared mysteriously?" Delian asked with interest. Capital tycoons like him don't care at all whether a person has committed a crime, only whether the person has committed a crime. Ability, as long as he has the ability, he can turn a blind eye to killing people.
After all, no one like them is clean at all.
What Cheng Long did yesterday was nothing serious at all.
This is also the main reason why Cheng Long was still favored by politicians and capitalists after playing tricks on the police. "That's right, it's down there."
"Did you really escape from the sewer yesterday?"
"Of course not."
Cheng Long twitched the corner of his mouth.
How could he, a clean person, get into the sewer without any trouble?
"Hahaha..."
The two chatted for a while, and Delian said seriously: "Mr. Long, when will the special treatment you mentioned start?"
"It depends on when you are ready. When you are ready, I can come and cure you at any time." Cheng Long planned to return to his old career and join the upper class as a magic doctor.
I went everywhere to catch people. Although the killing was very enjoyable, I still didn't instruct others to catch people. I just sat back and enjoyed the results.
"What do you need me to prepare?"
"Ten death row prisoners, or fugitive murderers, drug dealers and other heinous people."
Cheng Longzi opened his mouth, and the price was ten times that of He Xin, Guo Yingnan and others. If he were not worried about asking for too many people, he could even offer chips for twenty, thirty, or even a hundred people.
For the upper-level leaders of Liberty Citigroup, there is actually not much difference between one two and ten hundred. They are both expendable materials.
If there is any difference, it can only be said that it is much easier to find ten death row prisoners than a hundred.
Even so, Delian couldn't help but frowned when he heard that Cheng Long needed a death row prisoner: "Mr. Long, what do you want a death row prisoner for?"
"Of course it's because it's useful."
"..."
After a moment of silence, Delian nodded and said, "Mr. Long, do you have any other requests?"
"Yes, I want another million dollars."
"No problem."
Delian's work efficiency is very high.
He made a phone call in person and received a reply within half an hour. Ten death row inmates were being escorted to his residence.
There is no need to prepare millions of cash, there are tens of millions in cash in the safe.
A mere one million can be withdrawn at any time.
……
One o'clock in the afternoon.
On the winding driveway, a Rolls-Royce slowly drove towards the quiet manor.
"哐丁~~"
The iron door slowly opened.
Inside the door, a middle-aged man in a crisp suit had been waiting for a long time, his eyes showing respect and expectation for the incoming owner.
He walked towards the car with a smile, and every step revealed a solemn sense of ceremony.
As the car door gently opened, a burst of elegant fragrance wafted out.
In the car, a young man with extraordinary temperament stepped out gracefully. His eyes showed calmness and calmness, as if the whole world was under his control.
However, the man who greeted him walked to the other side, opened the car door, and bowed: "Master, I have prepared the death row prisoners and cash you want."
"Hmm~~"
Delian nodded and got out of the car, then ordered: "This is Mr. Long."
"Mr. Long."
Jayden said hello respectfully.
The person who can be treated so seriously by the master must not be a second-generation ancestor.
"Take me to the prisoner."
"Yes."
Jayton decisively took the person to the basement.
Delian and his blonde secretress followed closely behind.
Soon, the group came to the underground secret room where the prisoners were kept. In one of the rooms, ten prisoners with handcuffs and leg irons were huddled together, all with injuries on their bodies.
Apparently these people had been severely beaten before coming here.
"Mr. Delian, please go upstairs and wait for me."
Cheng Long was used to seeing life and death. When he saw the beaten and bruised prisoners on death row in front of him, his heart did not waver at all. Unless these people were all scapegoats and had not committed any crime themselves, it would be difficult to gain his sympathy.
"Jayton, you are outside..."
"No, you all get out."
Before Delian could finish speaking, Cheng Long made a strong decision.
After the unrelated people left, Cheng Long quietly released ten strands of demonic energy. The next moment, these wisps of demonic energy penetrated into the mouths and noses of the ten prisoners as if they were alive.
"Tell me, what have you committed?"
"Murder, annihilation, home invasion..."
Ten people, all deserved their punishment, and no one was innocent.
In the lobby on the first floor.
Delian noticed this scene through surveillance and said in amazement: "How did he do it? How could these death row prisoners take the initiative to speak out and tell the story of their crimes?"
"Master, he seems to have used a very sophisticated hypnosis technique, which can make people fall into a trance and fall into a trap instantly." Butler Jayton thought he had seen the truth of the matter, but in fact he was completely wrong.
Puppetry and hypnosis are not the same thing at all.
Ordinary hypnosis can't compare to the puppetry technique that can control other people's lives, make them trust you unconditionally, and even sacrifice their lives.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, there was an explosion.
After Cheng Long used the puppet technique to understand each one, he suddenly released a majestic mental force and crushed the surveillance cameras in the room.
Delian, Jaden and the blonde female secretary were all startled by the sudden explosion.
"Ah, ah..."
"Help!"
"..."
In the basement, hysterical screams suddenly rang out, with unparalleled panic in their voices.
Unfortunately, apart from being able to shout at the beginning, they couldn't even make a sound later. In the blink of an eye, they were sucked up by the bloodthirsty beads and turned into mummies dumped on the ground.
"Do you want to tidy up?"
Cheng Long put away the crimson bloodthirsty beads that exuded a coquettish light, touched his chin, and fell into deep thought.
Pack it up for easy destruction of corpses and traces.
If you don't pack it, it's easy to scare outsiders and cause riots.
"Forget it, scaring others doesn't scare me, it's just a ghost. No matter how big the commotion is, it won't bother me. On the contrary, it will make people respect me more."
Soon, Cheng Long made a decision.
Leave mummies all over the ground!
It was a dungeon world anyway, and it didn't matter how loud the noise was. He didn't believe that someone would unite everyone to stumbling on him because he was afraid of him.
Angsa people, how can they have such ideological awareness!
(End of chapter)