Killing America Terror Starts at a Fatal Turn

On the familiar flat floor, almost a full day had passed since Luke killed Candy Man, and Patrick was still hesitating.

He knew very well the master's methods.

Now that he had lost the most important part of his plan, he couldn't help but tremble with fear in his heart when he thought of the cruel waves contained in that man's calm tone.

At the same time, I can't help but feel jealous, why is such a powerful ability not mine?

After thinking for a long time, he knew that he could not delay it any longer, so he reluctantly picked up the phone beside him and dialed the number in his memory.

"Dudu.du.du.du."

After a long ringing, the phone was finally connected, and a plain, emotionless voice came, "I hope what you brought is good news."

Patrick swallowed, his voice trembling slightly, "Candyman was killed."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time. When he thought the other party was about to hang up, another sentence finally reached his eardrums.

"I know, I'll take care of it."

The voice was the same as before, calm and indifferent, as if there was no emotion.

Patrick was about to explain something when the phone suddenly hung up, leaving only the same "beep, beep, beep" sound in the receiver.

He held the receiver and stood there for a few seconds, as if thinking or simply in a daze, then put down the receiver and walked out.

On the other end of the phone.

There seemed to be no one in the dark room.

There were occasional intermittent voices outside.

Suddenly, an indifferent voice sounded in the air,

"Waste! It's almost time to start the plan."

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Half a day passed, and Patrick, who had recovered from his fear, was engaged in social activities in a boring way. This was his daily life and work in a securities company.

Although he has received otherworldly power from his master, the master ordered him to maintain his previous life trajectory without making major changes or attracting too much attention.

Moreover, he grew up in this kind of environment. His well-off family, graduation from a prestigious university, and position in a securities company all made him the core of the circle. Everyone revolved around him, praising him and jealous of her. , this feeling made him enjoy and obsessed with it.

A group of people chatted about useless topics, competing with each other about whose clothes were more expensive and whose tie was more tasteful.

A man in a suit and tie walked into the room. His name was Paul, and he was also a well-known rich second generation in their circle.

He walked towards Patrick enthusiastically.

"Hello, Halberstam, that's a nice tie. How are you doing lately?"

Patrick sat on the stool, maintaining a decent smile and nodding slightly.

In fact, Paul mistook him for his colleague, probably because the two of them wore the same brand of clothes and glasses and did the same job.

Paul leaned down and approached as if he was very intimate, and continued to ask: "How is the business with Ruishan?"

Patrick continued with the same decent and confident smile and replied: "Well, everything is fine."

Paul continued to greet him enthusiastically, as if he was caring about his close friend, "Really? Interesting, I mean. You didn't say great. What's wrong?"

In fact, Patrick had no idea what business Paul was talking about.

He didn't want to continue this topic and said vaguely: "Um, you know."

As soon as he finished speaking, Paul seemed to hear the implication and quickly changed the subject: "So, what about Cecilia? She is such a good girl."

It looks like a gossip between good buddies.

Patrick continued perfunctorily: "Yes, that's right, I'm very lucky."

He was already very impatient, but he didn't show it at all.

At this time, two more men walked in from the door. One of them greeted Paul in the same enthusiastic tone: "Hey, Allen, congratulations on your business deal with Feiyu Company."

Paul straightened up and responded with a smile: "Thank you, but my name is Paul."

As he spoke, he took out a metallic silver business card box from his pocket, took out one, handed it to the man who just came in, and said, "Call me."

The man took the business card, glanced at it, put it in his coat pocket, and asked, "Are you free on Friday night?"

Paul shook his body and said with a bit of showoff, "No, I made a reservation at Dosia Restaurant."

After saying that, the socializing was over and he walked out in style.

The two people who had just come in were discussing in surprise.

"Dosia, Friday, how did he get the reservation?"

"No way, I'm probably bragging."

Seeing that all his limelight had been stolen, Patrick felt dissatisfied. He took out an exquisite business card box from the inner pocket of his coat and opened it with one hand, deliberately making a little noise to attract all people's attention back to him.

The person on the other side complimented me appropriately: "What is this?"

He took out a business card, put it on the table, and slid it across.

"How about a new business card?"

The eyes of several people were attracted and they praised: "Awesome!"

Patrick leaned back in his chair proudly, "It was just printed yesterday."

Then he emphasized: "Rational color matching is the key."

Later, a colleague opposite also took out his business card, compared it with him, and felt proud.

But Patrick didn't like his business card at all and only laughed in his heart.

Then several more people showed their business cards, and Patrick also praised them on the outside but was dismissive on the inside.

He suddenly remembered that Paul, who had just left, had given a business card to the colleague opposite him.

That man easily stole his limelight when he was here.

He wanted to overwhelm Paul by comparing his business cards.

So he deliberately mentioned Paul: "Let's see what Paul's business card looks like."

The colleague who had just exchanged greetings with Paul didn't think much. He took out the business card from his pocket, faced him face to face, and handed it to him.

Patrick looked over and was stunned for a moment.

The exquisite white color scheme, tasteful connotation, and faintly visible watermark put Patrick to shame.

He took the business card and stared at the design on it. His hands trembled slightly, as if he had no strength, and the business card fell directly from his hand.

The colleague next to me asked curiously: "What's wrong with this card? You sweat a lot."

Patrick looked ugly and said nothing.

My heart is surging.

"why why why!"

She easily stole his limelight, randomly booked restaurants that he could only ask for, and even gave him priority on the business card that he valued most.

Jealousy spread unchecked in his heart.

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

The uncontrollable killing intent began to expand, occupying the entire heart.

I scratch my head. When I write about my daily life, I worry about writing too much. I am afraid that you will say that I am stupid and don’t like to read.

But it’s okay to kill and kill all the time~

Always, fully expose the villain first.

I released him in Chapter 65. Patrick + the securities company + the business card controller, no one guessed it (or no one wanted to guess at all?). . .

In short, the beauty is indeed too cool.