MTL - I Became the King of Villains In the Game-Chapter 52 bid farewell

  Chapter 52 Farewell

   "Oh, little Jack, and lovely little Floyd, are you leaving today?"

   Mrs. Caroline stood at the door of the flower shop and said with a look of reluctance.

   "Yes, Mrs. Caroline."

  Chen Lun nodded.

  He was carrying a suitcase in his hand, and Floy, in a black dress, was standing quietly beside him.

  She wore a black soft hat on her head today, and her pale golden hair fell like a waterfall from behind the soft hat.

   "It's a pity... Mr. Kent left without saying goodbye, the three Moriartys have moved away, and now you two are going to the inner city...

  The whole building will become empty. "

  Mrs. Caroline was very sad.

   Just then, a beautiful figure ran down the corridor.

   "Mr. Jack! Miss Floyd! Please wait for me!"

  Connie ran over panting, carrying a big bag and a small bag.

  Boom!

  She lowered her salute heavily and raised her head.

   "Mr. Jack, I...I have thought about it, and I want to go with you!"

  She pursed her lips, a little embarrassed.

  A few freckles adorned the flushed cheeks, and the whole face looked like a strawberry.

   Chen Lun couldn't help laughing as he looked at her.

  On the one hand, it was because Connie chose to accept his olive branch, and on the other hand, it was because she looked quite cute at the moment.

   "It seems that you have already thought about it, Connie."

   "Yes, Mr. Jack."

  Connie nodded heavily, and then showed a bright smile.

  Chen Lun held out his hand.

   "Welcome to my team."

   "Thank you for your attention, I will work hard!"

  Connie held out her little hand, and the two shook hands in a friendly light.

  Mrs. Caroline was a little surprised, looking at the three people in front of her, speechless.

   After a long time, she shook her head slightly.

   "It seems that I was wrong. Even Connie is going to leave... Now I'm really the only old woman left."

   Then she looked at the Border Shepherd at her feet dumbfounded.

   "You're not going too, are you, Bub?"

  Chen Lun named the dog Babu, and after hearing what Mrs. Caroline said, he was really eager to try.

   But before it could take a step, it was forced back by Chen Lun's eyes, and it squatted obediently at Mrs. Caroline's feet.

   Wagging his tail, even rubbing his head into her hand, allowing him to be stroked.

   "Oh, good boy!"

   Mrs. Caroline was very happy, obviously there was still one who was unwilling to leave.

  Connie hid aside and covered her mouth and giggled, and Froy couldn't help laughing too.

   "Mrs. Caroline, we should go. We will come back to 7 Denton Street to have a look when we have time."

   "Okay, little Jack... oh yeah, wait a minute!"

  Mrs. Caroline seemed to think of something, and rushed upstairs in a hurry.

   After a while, she ran down with a notebook.

   "This is a cooking manual written by myself. Every time I cook for Henry and Oliver, I will write down some experience...

  They praised me every time for doing a good job. After a long time, this notebook will be full.

  Here it is for you now, little Floyd, I hope it can help you. "

   Mrs. Caroline said, and handed it to Floyd.

   "Thank you, Mrs. Caroline."

  Floy took the note, turned her head unobtrusively, and "looked" at Chen Lun.

   "I will learn it well."

  …

  Inner City.

  No. 45 First Avenue, Daniel's apartment.

  A middle-aged man was pacing back and forth in the study.

  Suddenly, he stopped.

  Take one out of the cigar box on the desk, cut it open and light it, and take a deep breath.

  Amidst the smog, his suppressed low voice sounded in the room:

   "Feldman never came back... The Iron Fist gang didn't dare to do anything, did other gangs in the outer city do it?"

  His face was as deep as water, and his eyes were far-reaching.

   "To be able to kill two elite bodyguards together is not an ordinary force."

  Daniel opened the floor-to-ceiling windows depressedly, and it started to rain lightly outside. The rain was pattering and splashing on the garden lawn.

  Hoo—

   Breathe out the smoke again.

   "Damn... My housekeeper has disappeared, how should things continue?"

  He seemed to be holding a breath in his chest, and he didn't know how to vent it.

at this time.

  An oil painting hanging on the wall of the study moved strangely.

  There is a big mouth drawn on it, with jagged teeth, square and round, very abstract.

  Five tongues protrude from the mouth, with different lengths, thick and thin.

  The background is a swirl of colorful colors that, at first glance, makes people dizzy.

   "Daniel."

  The big mouth in the painting opens and closes, uttering human language.

  Hearing the voice calling his name, Representative Daniel's face changed, he threw away the cigar, and closed the French windows.

Snapped!

   "Sir Painter."

  He came to the painting and said respectfully.

   "How is the research going?"

"Research…"

  Daniel gritted his teeth, looked up at the oil painting, and suddenly felt a splitting headache.

  He quickly looked away, bowed his head and said:

   "Originally things were progressing, but my housekeeper Feldman disappeared after going to the outer city, and I don't know what's going on with the artisans yet."

  The big mouth on the oil painting is slightly closed, with the corners of the mouth raised.

   followed by a creepy chuckle.

  A long while.

   "I can choose someone else, Daniel."

  The oil painting said with a big mouth.

  Daniel's heart skipped a beat when he heard it.

   "I helped you deal with your enemies, that... Senator Lawson?

  He's in the throes of bereavement, and might act a little crazy.

  If I turned around and supported him, he would be more than happy to help me, whatever it takes. "

  Daniel trembled when he heard it, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

  He let out a long breath, and wiped the sweat off his forehead without any trace.

   "No, Sir Paint, Lawson can't help you...he doesn't have a foothold in the outer city, and he can't organize people to forge that weapon for you."

"Oh?"

  Oil Painting Big Mouth paused.

   "But you also seem to have lost the ability to serve me now.

  Help is mutual, Daniel, you can't keep putting off giving me what I want. "

   "Give me a little more time! Lord Oil Painter..."

  Rep. Daniel clenched his fists.

  He took a deep breath and straightened his body.

   "I will send new staff as soon as possible to complete your commission."

   "Okay, then I'll give you another half a month...

  But the amount that needs to be handed over next time, I need to double it, and it will be regarded as compensation for your breach of trust. "

  Rep. Daniel said with a sullen face, and choked out a word from his throat:

"it is good!"

  The colorful twist on the oil painting, the big mouth slowly closed, the scattered tongue and jagged teeth retracted.

  Finally, the oil painting is static and no longer changes.

  Rep. Daniel had bulging veins on his forehead, and left the study without saying a word.

   Far away in a studio at the other end of the inner city.

  A young man suddenly raised his head, staring at an oil painting on the wall.

  A strange hand on the oil painting began to move.

  A strange hand with seven fingers stretches out one, and writes in the painting with sharp nails.

  The nails are like knives, cutting across the skin in the painting, carving a line of blood——

   "After half a month, kill Congressman Daniel."

   Thanks to the beauty—Crow Language for a monthly ticket!

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