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Chapter 441 A Good Day for Trading
"Today is not a good day for trading, Professor."

Essard looked very dissatisfied, and scolded the professor in a blunt tone.

There were seven or eight bodyguards standing behind him, all holding guns, their eyes vigilant as if they were facing an enemy.

At this time, the street outside the hotel was full of noise. From time to time, groups of thugs roared past, and all the surrounding shops were patronized.

Broken wreckage and rubbish were scattered on both sides of the street. Abandoned cars on the road were set on fire. Black smoke billowed from burning tires, and the smell of burnt rubber was unpleasant and pungent.

Before the professor arrived, a group of thugs tried to rush into the hotel, and it took the security guards a long time to scare them away.

Under such circumstances, Essard's nerves became tense, and he had no intention of making a deal.

Facing the buyer's accusations, the professor didn't care about it. He smiled slightly and said, "Today is a good day for trading, Your Highness."

Essard glanced out the French window of the box, seeing that the chaotic scene downstairs seemed to show no sign of stopping, and the siren sounded faintly in the distance.

He immediately understood what the professor meant.

The streets are so chaotic at this time, the police don't care about them.

Even if there is an accident, it is very convenient to escape.

"You deliberately chose this city to trade, isn't it for this reason?" Essard frowned and looked at the professor, "You made this riot?"

The professor's face was calm, he neither denied nor admitted, but said lightly: "Recently, the Metropolitan Police Department has been following us and caused us some trouble."

"We had to take some necessary steps to protect ourselves."

Essard was filled with shock. The ability to create such a big commotion in a city shows the strength of this equatorial organization.

This not only requires strong organizational and mobilization capabilities, but also means that the equator has penetrated deeply into this region.

It seems that the strength of the Equator Organization needs to be reassessed.

Essard remained calm on the surface, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture.

The bodyguard standing behind him immediately brought up a briefcase and respectfully placed it on the table in front of him.

Essard opened the briefcase, took out a paper clip from it and shook it on his finger, "5000 million US dollars, bearer bonds of the Swiss Bank."

"Bearer bonds?" The professor frowned. "This one is different from what was agreed. The check I want."

"Checks are not safe. Don't think that Swiss banks are infallible. They are no different from bitches." Essard pushed the bearer bond in front of the professor, "Bearer bond, it's safe."

The professor frowned, thought for a few seconds and nodded, "Okay, bearer bonds are also fine."

The messenger standing behind the professor put a heavy box on the table and pushed it in front of Essard.

Essard moved his chair back subconsciously, "Damn it, you brought it just like that?"

"Lead plates are added inside the box, which is absolutely safe." The courier opened the combination lock of the box and lifted the lid. "The goods are wrapped in special containers, which can isolate radiation."

Although the messenger's tone was calm, Elsard still couldn't help taking a few steps back, wanting to stay away from the things in the box.

Essard whispered a few words to an attendant wearing glasses beside him, and that attendant immediately stepped forward to carefully examine the containers in the box.

The entourage confirmed that the container was not damaged or that there was no radiation leakage, and turned to Elsard and nodded.

Essard finally breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered his subordinates to close the box again, and then carried it away.

"Professor." Essard held out his hand to the professor and said with a smile, "The transaction is happy, and I hope we will continue to cooperate next time."

The professor shook the other person's hand, "Next time, sure, next time."

Although the other party was very generous with the money, the professor made up his mind that he didn't want to take their jobs anymore.

This group of people is just a bunch of lunatics who dare to play with anything.

Essard picked up the red and white plaid turban and carefully put it on his head, fastened the black headband, turned around and was about to leave surrounded by bodyguards.

The professor finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, carefully collected the bearer bonds, and was about to leave when he suddenly saw several subordinates rushing over in a hurry.

These subordinates were in a hurry, and the leader surprised the professor even more.

"Driver?" The professor looked at him solemnly, "Why are you here? What happened to the safe house?"

The driver was so tired that he almost collapsed, and he was able to stand still with the support of his companions. After taking a few breaths, he spoke with difficulty, "The safe house was attacked by plainclothes police officers. The brothers suffered heavy casualties and all got separated."

The professor was stunned for a moment. He thought that the safe house was no longer safe, but the Metropolitan Police Department came too fast, and the search was too accurate, right?
"No!" The professor snapped, "How could the safe house be exposed so quickly? Did the doctor do it?"

The professor almost subconsciously thought of Mr. Zhao, who was code-named doctor. Although the pastor assured him that he was fine, how could the professor trust him so easily.

Since meeting this Mr. Zhao, things have become more and more chaotic and weird.

The matter of bombarding the imperial palace and the divine toilet is full of doubts, and it has always been a knot in the professor's mind.

After Mr. Zhao joined the organization, he was very active and contributed money and efforts, but still did not dispel the professor's doubts about him.

The professor also admitted that Mr. Zhao needs money, ability, and character, and he is extraordinarily generous.

But the professor couldn't believe him at all. If he wanted to say who to suspect when something happened, the first thing the professor thought of was this Mr. Zhao.

"Not a doctor, professor, the pastor is a traitor! The pastor is a traitor!" The driver grabbed the professor's arm and said with all his strength, "The doctor stayed to take care of the wounded to cover us, and was surrounded by plainclothes police. ... I'm afraid it's more of a disaster than a blessing."

The professor was dumbfounded.

The pastor is a traitor?
Doctors are good people?
How can this be? !
Things are completely different from what he thought.

The professor widened his eyes and asked back, "Are you right? The pastor is a traitor?!"

"It's him!" The driver nodded vigorously, "I saw it with my own eyes, there is no mistake, I swear on my life, the pastor is definitely the ghost of the police!"

Then the driver quickly told what happened along the way, and the professor stood on the spot like a thunderclap.

He was numb all over.

How could this be?
How could the pastor be so young?

The driver is the confidant and capable person of the messenger, so loyalty is naturally no problem.

It is impossible for him to tell lies, and he has no reason to frame the pastor. The two sides have no intersection before, let alone any enmity.

But it doesn't make sense...

Just when the professor was struggling, there was an uproar at the door in the distance.

Essard and the bodyguards who had just left not far away hurried back, their expressions full of panic.

Before the professor could open his mouth to ask, the courier's subordinates also ran in from the outside, their faces full of panic.

"Professor is not good, we are surrounded by police."

(End of this chapter)