Cost of Yesterday's Illusions Chapter 2

He pulled up a chair and sat down face to face with Anson, but the direction of the gun never changed.

"I didn't bring any weapons with me today." Ansen said slowly. There was a bandage on Callum Zhou's outstretched arm, and blood was already oozing from it.

Zhou Zhou has been holding the gun for more than ten minutes, but the muzzle has not even trembled.

Anson slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket and turned it around in front of Callum Zhou, showing that there was no hidden gun anywhere on his body. He even pulled up his trouser legs to prove to Callum Zhou that he was completely harmless.

Then, he slowly sat down, put his hands on his knees, and relaxed his whole body, "I'm very interested, how did you know there was a bomb behind that painting?"

He has beautiful facial features. It is said that his mother is a great beauty. He inherited all the advantages of his mother in appearance. It's just that when such a beautiful woman died, her cheeks were slashed, her tongue was cut out, and she was stabbed twenty-four times. The coroner said that she didn't die until she suffered twenty stabs.

Under the light of the living room, Anson was so handsome that people couldn't take their eyes away, and his handsomeness was vaguely mixed with the smell of blood.

"I heard the timer."

"Ah, that's why you stood in front of that painting and kept looking at it. I thought you really liked that painting and planned to give it to you." Anson's expression was a bit pity.

"Sorry, I don't appreciate any art."

"Your ears look fine too."

"Yes, I heard you very clearly. I don't have good coffee or cigars from Cuba, so I can't entertain you, and as you can see, I'm covered in wounds, although I don't have any broken arms or legs. , but I need to rest."

Zhou Zhao coldly gave the order to exclude guests, and Ansen finally put down his crossed legs and slowly stood up.

"Good night, Callum Zhou."

Many people can't pronounce Callum Zhou's Chinese name clearly, but Ansen can pronounce it accurately and accurately, with a low and cool voice, like a whisper from hell.

After Ansen left, Callum Zhou slowly put down the gun.

He moved the coffee table to the door and placed a vase on the edge of the coffee table. In this way, whoever opens the door and comes in at night will knock over the vase. Callum Zhou took out an instrument from the drawer and began to detect whether there was a bug in the room, even under the sink in the bathroom.

After he made sure that no bugs were installed in the entire apartment, he returned to the living room and sat down. There are two dinner plates on the dining table and a bottle of red wine.

Zhou Zhou walked over, took a look, and threw the bottle of red wine into the trash can.

In a stretched limousine, Anson was sipping champagne from a goblet while watching the video.

"Oh, Richard. Callum Zhou threw away the red wine I gave him." Anson's tone was a little pitiful, but there was no sadness on his face.

"Sir, I told you a long time ago that he will not accept any gifts from you."

"So I finished the bottle of red wine, then replaced it with table wine from the supermarket and sealed the cork." Anson's fingertips traced the rim of the goblet.

"Sir, you never suffer a loss."

"This is not a question of whether I will suffer a loss or not, but even if I have more money than I can spend, it doesn't mean it should be wasted. By the way, who is the guy who developed these ultra-miniature cameras? He did a good job and was not discovered by Callum Zhou. But luckily I was smart enough not to install a bug." Anson took a sip of champagne and said with a smile, "Give them a million dollars and tell them to keep up their efforts."

Callum Zhou opened the refrigerator, took out the milk he bought yesterday and took two big gulps. Then he went back to his room, took off his T-shirt and pants, threw them on the ground casually, and walked into the bathroom.

He couldn't take a shower because there were wounds on his arms and legs, but he was on a mission today and it was impossible not to sweat. If he wasn't allowed to take a shower, he would definitely not be able to sleep. After turning on the hot water and soaking the towel, Callum Zhou could only wipe his body. His movements are far from elegant, and are even a bit rude, but his body is slender and his muscles are graceful but not exaggerated. You can tell at a glance that he is not something that was trained in the gym but is useless.

Ansen sat in front of the computer and watched Callum Zhou bend down, revealing his secret groin, his legs were long and powerful, it was an invisible temptation that led people's eyes to crash into his body. Anson tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and a smile appeared on his lips, "It turns out you are much S3xier than I thought."

Richard knocked on the door and said softly: "Sir, the living room has been repaired."

"Yeah." Zhou Zhou on the screen had gone back to the bedroom and fell asleep, and Ansen also closed the computer and stretched.

"Will business with Massive continue as usual next week?" Richard asked.

"Of course. We don't have trouble with money."

Because Zhou Zhou was injured, Reece gave him three days off. He had spent the past three days quite leisurely. During the day, I sleep until I wake up naturally, then go downstairs to the cafe to have breakfast and watch TV.

But his leisure was soon broken.

An unfamiliar number rang on his cell phone. Callum Zhou originally didn't want to pay attention to it, but he didn't expect it to keep ringing. In the end, he couldn't stand it and answered the phone.

"Hey, are your injuries feeling better?" A rich voice sounded on the other end of the phone, and Callum Zhou's first reaction was to press the phone.

"Don't press the phone in a hurry." Anson said as if he knew exactly what Callum Zhou was thinking, "I installed a bomb in your apartment."

"What?" Callum Zhou's voice rose, as if he had heard something outrageous.

"Don't be so surprised. You know I'm not kidding you. You know exactly what kind of business I do." Anson's voice was filled with a deep smile.

"What do you want? Blow me up?" Callum Zhou looked very calm and walked to the bathroom very leisurely, shaving his newly grown stubble while talking on the phone.

If Anson really wanted to blow himself up, there was no need to call. What's more, Callum Zhou is just a small figure in Interpol, and he doesn't even have evidence against Anson.

"You saved my life, so of course I wouldn't want to blow you up. It's just that when you were on a mission, I might have seen someone in your building dissatisfied, so I blew it up with a bang. This is completely possible."

Zhou Chi didn't say anything. He washed off the remaining bubbles on his face, applied some aftershave, and then asked calmly: "What do you want?"

"Let's go out and have dinner."

Zhou Zhou rolled his eyes and said, "Mr. Greyson Anson, you should blow up my apartment."

Anson's laughter came from the other end of the phone. He seemed really happy, without a trace of a fake smile. In Zhou Zhou's view, this is precisely the highest level of hypocrisy.

"If you come, I will tell you Massive's channel for transporting arms."

Zhou Zhou frowned, thought for two seconds and then replied: "Okay, I'll come. Where."

"The cafe across from your house."

"Then I should really regret not carrying the rifle back. My living room is the best sniping position." Zhou Zhou walked to the window and opened the blinds. Sure enough, he saw Anson leisurely sitting by the window of the cafe opposite. He waved his hand towards himself, which was really embarrassing. Putting on a T-shirt casually, Callum Zhou walked across the road and came to the cafe.

He saw Anson almost at a glance. The guy had a kind of reserved luxury that was very conspicuous in this ordinary little cafe. He was wearing a light-striped shirt and a dark gray suit, a somewhat rustic and outdated look, but it seemed that he was knowledgeable and calm.

Callum Zhou sat opposite him without saying a word.

Anson raised his hand, and the waiter came over very enthusiastically. She is a young girl in her early twenties, and when she sees a man like Anson, she naturally has no resistance.

"A T-bone steak medium rare, black pepper sauce, corn soup. And a veal steak medium rare, mushroom sauce, mushroom soup." Anson's gestures were extraordinary, as if he was in a Michelin restaurant. A restaurant rather than a cheap cafe.

Zhou Zhao touched his chin. It seemed that Anson had investigated his preferences. Otherwise, he would know that he ordered T-bone steak every time he came here, and he also knew exactly what sauce he ordered.

"I bet you're a pretty good sniper."

Callum Zhou didn't say anything, just looked at Ansen with an indifferent attitude.

"Tell me, if I sit by the window, what places are suitable for sniping me?" Anson smiled. In fact, people like him generally have the consciousness not to sit by the window no matter where they dine. And he seemed not to be afraid of death at all, yet he had to sit in the most dangerous place. I don't know if he was testing the capabilities of his bodyguards, or if he was confident that no one would dare to kill him.

Zhou Zhou snorted lightly, stretched out his arms and pointed at an apartment diagonally behind Anson: "The third to sixth floors are the best angles of incidence, and they can successfully hit your head."

"Uh-huh." Anson smiled slightly and took a sip of the coffee in front of him, then frowned.

Zhou Zhou had long heard of Greyson Anson's luxurious standard of living. Even the coffee beans are the ultimate variety that costs thousands of dollars per gram.

"The fourth to fifth floors of the hotel opposite you."

"What else?" Anson pursed his lips, obviously his tongue was hurt by the cup of inferior coffee.

"My apartment."

Anson smiled, "Any more?"

"Yes." Zhou Zhou changed his posture and looked more lazy. He stretched out his hand as if to draw a gun and pointed it at Ansen. "As long as I pull the trigger, you will be finished."

"Where there is a beginning, there will be an end. I don't know where my end point is, so I enjoy every day to the fullest. But if that person is you, this is also a happy ending for me."

Zhou Zhou lowered his head and laughed, "I believe you are a good at deceiving women."

At this time, the young waiter brought up two steaks. When he lowered his head, he couldn't help but look at Anson a few more times.

"Oh, Reece didn't tell you that I prefer men." Anson raised the corner of his mouth, making it impossible to guess the truth or lies in his words.

The waitress' palms trembled, but Callum Zhou did not waver at all. He just picked up the knife and fork and began to taste the steak.

Anson also started cutting the steak gracefully. He only took one bite and didn't touch it again. The beef, cooking techniques and even sauces here are beyond Anson's tolerance.

But Callum Zhou ate very well.

"You said you would tell me Massive's arms delivery channel."

"Ah, you are talking about that." Anson folded his hands, "I may not have a good reputation as a person, but I am also very principled and cannot betray my customers. Otherwise, there will be no business in the future."