American comics: From the old Uncle Wolf, he becomes omniscient and omnipotent

Chapter 43 042: I can always do more than you think!

The Sherman Manor was particularly quiet tonight. There was only a team of people guarding the originally strict villa. The servants inside the villa had all returned to their dormitories after work. There were only a few guards waiting anxiously. In the past, they would definitely have Sit down and play cards, but tonight is different.

For the Sherman family, tonight is extremely important. In the past more than a week, they have been humiliated. The pharmaceutical factory was bombed, and many important members of the family were killed, including the third heir to the family!

What is even more intolerable is that the target is still the Greer family. The hatred between the two families is incompatible. Sherman is determined to make his enemies pay a bloody price tonight, bringing a perfect end to the grudges of the past 200 years.

"Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, God bless."

In the study, Sherman was not sleeping either. He was sitting on a chair, waiting for his subordinates to bring back good news.

"Boss, I'm afraid we won't be able to hand over our batch of potions in time. How should we explain it to the ability broker?"

A leader accompanying him spoke.

"Killing Greer is the best explanation for the ability broker. I hope she won't be so anxious after accepting this gift. I have already asked people to rebuild the pharmaceutical site, and it won't take long for it to be back in operation."

Sherman lit a cigar, took a puff, let it fall into his lungs, spit it out, and said leisurely: "And as long as Greer is removed, Greer's vassals will soon leave. They are all a bunch of cunning dogs, but This group of dogs is still valuable to us, you can send someone to contact them when the time comes and acquire their property."

"Yes, I know."

The leader nodded, frowned and said, "Are you sure the broker will agree to delay the delivery?"

"She doesn't agree. Is there any other way? Is there anyone else willing to do it? What she did is treason to the American government. How many people do you think will do business with her?"

Sherman said calmly: "Delayed delivery is the only way. Besides, we have already apologized."

“Who exactly is the ability broker?”

The leader was curious.

In fact, the entire family keeps the business of the pharmaceutical factory strictly confidential. Only important core members know it. Every worker working in the factory will sign a confidentiality agreement, and after entering, no one is allowed to come out before delivery.

In addition, only Sherman and a few cronies around him truly knew the effects of the potion. Everyone else thought they were making illegal drugs.

The person who made the request was not Sherman, but a client of the ability broker who paid them to make the potion. No one had really seen her face, and no one knew her true identity. They only knew that she was a woman. .

"Don't ask such stupid questions in the future. As long as the business is beneficial to the family, then don't care who the other party is."

Sherman said coldly.

"Yes, I still have a question."

The leader calmly said: "Who revealed the news to Greer? He spent so much time before and couldn't find it."

"Maybe he just got lucky. You mean there's a mole in the family?"

After Sherman finished speaking, he immediately shook his head and said: "There are only a few people who know the plan. They are all on my list and have never been in contact with the Greer family. Maybe Greer is really unlucky, but Greer's luck is also bad." It’s time to end.”

"At this point, the mission is almost completed."

The leader glanced at his watch, adjusted his sleeves, and seemed to be preparing for the arrival of good news.

Boom boom boom! ! !
"Who?"

"Boss, it's me."

"Come in."

The housekeeper pushed the door open and walked into the study with an anxious expression. He came to the table and said, "Boss, there is news from the hotel that the hotel has been blocked due to a power outage."

"Damn it, is this Luojo's plan?"

Sherman asked, crushing his cigar.

"No, it seems that Rojo has not carried out the assassination yet. Greer is not dead. He was about to leave the hotel, but our people were blocked in the box and could not chase him out."

The butler said with an ugly face. "Trash, he's playing tricks on us! He didn't want to kill Greer at all! He must be delaying the power outage!"

Sherman angrily overturned several books on the table, slapped the table and stood up, saying angrily: "Rojo really thinks that he can get away with it in front of me. Very good. It's time to let his friends suffer." !”

Click!

Suddenly, the floor-to-ceiling window of the balcony was pushed open, and a flexible figure jumped onto the balcony, "Sherman, I have no intention of killing Greer at all. The person I want to kill is you."

"Who!"

In the study, the leader reacted quickly, stretched out his hand to protect Sherman behind him, raised the gun in his hand, and stared at the floor-to-ceiling window warily.

Under the curtains fluttering in the wind, Rojo walked up to the three of them.

Sherman's pupils tightened and he asked: "Rojo, shouldn't you be at the banquet!"

"I said I wanted to kill you, how could I do it at the banquet?"

Rojo shrugged.

"Go to hell!"

The leader felt his boss's pointed gaze, his face was sinister, and he decisively pulled the trigger.

But he didn't hear the gunshot, or even the crisp echo of the trigger being pulled. On the contrary, he couldn't pull the trigger.

"Shoot him!"

Sherman saw this and urged.

"Boss, the gun seems to be broken."

The leader gritted his teeth and squeezed the trigger hard. Veins popped out on the back of his hand, but the trigger remained motionless.

Whoosh!

The three people clearly saw green lights wrapped around the gun. Moreover, the leader found that the gun was out of control and aimed at his boss Sherman!
"What are you doing!"

Sherman's face instantly darkened when he saw the gun pointed at him.

"Boss, not me"

Chi!
Before the leader finished speaking, a dagger penetrated his head from bottom to top. His body lost strength and fell heavily to the ground. The dagger was suspended in the air, blood splashed, and sprinkled Sherman's face, with some hot blood. , dripping down his face to the ground.

clap clap clap! ! !

Before Sherman could catch his breath, the dagger suspended in mid-air slashed through the air again, piercing the butler who was trying to press the alarm. The dagger stabbed a hideous bloody hole in his chest.

"what have you done."

Sherman smelled the bloody smell of his two cronies, his breathing became rapid, he took two or three steps back and collapsed against the bookshelf.

He looked at the suspended dagger and pistol, a little out of breath, and gradually came back to his senses, saying: "Damn freak, you don't only have one mutant ability!"

"old man."

Rojo took the flying dagger, pointed it at the old guy's eyebrows, and said: "I can always do more than you think."

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