Cost of Yesterday's Illusions Chapter 4

The blue veins on Charles's forehead popped out. He had known that Anson would peel off a layer of his skin, but the Greyson Anson family just couldn't offend him. "How much commission do you want? Twenty-five percent? This is already the highest." "

"Charles! I told you this is not about money! I am a serious businessman, how can I help you resell arms?"

Hearing these words, Zhou Zhou was about to hold his stomach and laugh. He could even imagine the sincere expression on Ansen's face that could make him cry.

"Greyson Anson! Can you stop pretending? Didn't we just transport a batch of arms to country Q last month?"

"Us? When? Why didn't I know?"

"Oh? Do you want me to remind you? That weapon was carried by a special transport team under Greyson Anson's banner and was transported to country Q along with the serum."

"What ------- Charles! You told me that you borrowed my special transport team to donate serum to country Q! You actually... actually..." Anson looked like he was about to faint. look like.

At this time, Charles faintly felt that something was wrong. During their conversation, Anson always acted innocently, but instead told everything himself.

"Anson, you didn't record on purpose to increase the agency fee, did you?" Charles felt that the bodyguards had checked very carefully just now, and there should be no equipment hidden on them.

And Reece's team has already begun to take action.

There was the roar of helicopters outside the window, and Charles' bodyguards rushed in.

The sound of bullets hitting the floor-to-ceiling glass was heard. Charles was knocked down by the bodyguards, while Anson and Richard also rolled to the side.

The glass was shattered, and Reece's team pulled the rope and jumped from the helicopter into the conference room. The bodyguards were shot before they could draw their guns. There were bodyguards rushing up outside the door, all of whom belonged to Charles.

"Anson! So you teamed up with Interpol to trick me!" Charles took the bodyguard's gun and pointed it at Anson.

Richard automatically blocked Anson, but Callum Zhou drew his gun so fast that no one could see it, and Charles' pistol was shot down.

"I'm cheating on you! Who knows if you brought them here!" Anson shouted, as if he was the one who suffered the loss.

Interpol clearly surrounded this floor. It was impossible for Charles or his bodyguards to escape. The best way was to surrender. But it was obvious that Charles was unwilling. He had a kingdom of money, how could he fall down like this inexplicably. He suddenly choked a bodyguard, took the gun from his hand and pointed it at his head, "If any of you come here again, I'll blow his head off."

An Sen walked slowly behind Callum Zhou, looking frightened, "Oh, God, he's crazy! He's crazy!"

Zhou Zhou was already a little impatient with this guy hiding behind him and pretending to be innocent, but unexpectedly, Anson suddenly raised his hand, held his finger and pulled the trigger, hitting Charles.

This change happened so suddenly that everyone was stunned. Except for Zhou Zhou's sudden over-the-shoulder throw and twisting of Anson's shoulder the moment he landed, the entire action was completed in one go, in less than two seconds. Anson's bones were almost broken, and his face was pressed to the ground by Zhou Chi. The most ugly moment in his life must be now. Callum Zhou's knees were pressed on his waist, his facial expression was furious. This guy actually held his own hand and fired? And the most hateful thing is that he didn't react!

Charles fell to the ground twitching, blood pouring from his neck. Reece rushed over and held down his neck. Although Charles was innocent of his death, Interpol spent a lot of time arresting him in order to use him to find out who the boss behind Massive was. If he died, all the charges would be The general could easily be pushed onto him, and all the efforts of Team Reece were wasted.

"Reece, hurry up and tell Zhou Zou to stop, he is going to kill me..." Anson's voice was pitiful, but his expression was so bad that even Richard stood aside and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

"You B@st@ard, did you do this on purpose?" Zhou Chi leaned down and asked with a sneer through gritted teeth.

Unexpectedly, Anson smiled slightly, "What do you think?"

At this time, the dying Charles reached for his pants pocket with trembling hands. Reece thought he wanted to take something, but when his thumb pressed down, she suddenly understood.

"careful!"

The spot where Ansen was sitting exploded. Callum Zhou and Ansen were hit by the impact and flew up, hitting the wall pillar hard. The moment Ansen fell out of the floor-to-ceiling window, Zhou Zhou grabbed him.

The scattered voices calmed down.

He only saw half of Zhou Zhou's body blocked by a wall pillar, holding Ansen with both hands, and Ansen was hanging more than seventy stories high in the sky. The wind was strong, tearing at his windbreaker, making a ripping sound.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Zhou Zhou yelled and used all his strength to grab Ansen. The muscles of his arms were trembling. As long as he relaxed, he and Ansen would fall together.

Anson looked at his feet. Everything became smaller, as if dragging him into the abyss of hell. Only the expression on the face of the young man struggling to hold himself was twisted to the point of twitching, surprisingly real.

Richard rolled over and got up. He was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him. He rushed to the window and reached out to hold his boss.

"Pull this son of a B!tch up!" Callum Zhou had no strength left. He was knocked against the wall just now. His leg was so painful that he was sweating and it was 100% fractured.

Reece also woke up from the chaos and rushed over to pull Anson up with Richard.

Zhou Zhou let out a breath, leaned against the wall pillar, and panted vigorously.

"Charles...is he dead?" Callum Zhou asked.

"Dead." Reece nodded.

Zhou Zhou climbed up with difficulty, leaned against the wall, and suddenly punched Anson in the face so fast that no one could react.

Ansen fell to the ground, still grinning, "Zhou Zhou, if you hate me so much, you shouldn't have saved me just now."

Zhou Zhou's fist waved again, but Reece stopped him.

"Forget it, Callum Zhou. It's not necessary."

The mission has progressed so far. On the surface, Charles was shot and killed while resisting arrest with solid evidence of illegal arms smuggling. In fact, it was just Anson's murder with a borrowed knife. Zhou Zhou now fully understands this guy Greyson Anson. He will not cooperate with anyone or do things that are beneficial to other than himself. He does everything only for himself.

During this mission, four Interpol police officers were injured, including Callum Zhou. He was sent to the Third Hospital of New York City. His leg was put in a cast and his right arm muscle was strained. He will not be able to go on any mission for two months.

"Zhou Zhou, don't think about Charles' death. Our mission was to bring him down, although his death was not part of the plan." Reece patted Zhou Zhou on the shoulder and said comfortingly.

"I know." What he was really unhappy about was being used by Anson. Not only was this entire mission designed by Anson, but also Callum Zhou himself.

"You almost died today." Reece emphasized this point forcefully.

"Hmm... maybe I should let go of Greyson Anson's hand and watch him fall into pieces. This way my arm won't have muscle strain." Callum Zhou twitched the corners of his lips.

"When you recover, we can go find trouble with Greyson Anson together."

After Reece and her teammates left, the ward became quiet.

Although Zhou Zhou feels that it is inconvenient for him to move like this, there is nothing wrong with having two months to relax. When I opened the newspaper, the headline was that Massive's CEO, Charles, was rounded up by Interpol on suspicion of arms smuggling. He resisted arrest and was shot to death. Zhou Zhou sighed with some disappointment. Yesterday, an organization sent someone to investigate the cause of Charles' death. Callum Zhou emphasized very seriously to the other party how Anson held his hand and killed Charles unprepared. However, it was obvious that in the end, the organization still regarded it as Charles resisting arrest. Dealt with it. It seems that Anson's role is much greater than he thought.

It has only been two weeks since he met Anson, and Zhou Zhou has already come to the hospital twice. It seems that he needs to think about adjusting the team, otherwise he is afraid that he will not be able to hold back and beat him up the next time he sees Greyson Anson. head.

After making up his mind, Callum Zhou decided to report after he recovered.

The sunlight in the afternoon was very good, so Callum Zhou would go out in his wheelchair and chat with other patients who were enjoying the sun. Especially the elderly people who are recuperating here like Callum Zhou very much.

When it's almost dinner time, Callum Zhou will return to his ward.

Li Manqin visited him once and prepared some delicious Chinese food, which made Callum Zhou very grateful.

He felt very comfortable living like this until a certain haunting guy came to visit him again.

As soon as Zhou Zhou came to the door of his ward, he knew that he had a visitor, and usually the visitors at this time would not be his colleagues.

Anson was lying on his hospital bed, his eyes closed, and his whole person seemed peaceful and peaceful.

Zhou Zhou leaned on the wheelchair and chuckled: "Mr. Greyson Anson, aren't you afraid that I will break your neck?"

Anson didn't move, just closed his eyes and said slowly: "I like this bed very much."

"Oh? Or if you break your leg and move in, they will arrange a more comfortable bed for you."

"It smells like you." Anson's voice was very soft.

"I'll ask the hospital to change my bed tonight. After Mr. Greyson Anson slept on it, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep because of the smell."

Ansen was not angry, he just turned sideways and propped his head up to look at Zhou Zhao: "I don't know why, but I always feel that even if my crimes are so heinous and everyone wants me to be cut into pieces, you will definitely catch me, no. It will make me fall."

"This hallucination is too scary, Mr. Greyson Anson. In fact, I already regret not letting go. Maybe letting you go with the wind can make me peaceful." Callum Zhou knew that it would be really painful to take Anson's words seriously.

"Let's go have dinner together." Anson got up from the bed, straightened his collar, and looked like a gentleman again.

"I think the nutritious meals in the hospital are good and suit my appetite."

"Callum Zhou." Anson pulled Callum Zhou's wheelchair and faced him face to face, "Actually, what can I do to you? Or are you afraid of me?"

"Afraid of you?" Callum Zhou raised his eyebrows, "I'm afraid that I can't help but kill you."

"That's good, I just want to share a little secret with you." An Sen covered Zhou Zhou's ear and said softly.

"Your secret?" Zhou Zuo let Ansen push him out of the ward with ease, "I'm no longer interested in your secret. Mr. Greyson Anson, the so-called secret can only be called a 'secret' if you know it yourself."

Anson pushed him outside the hospital door, where a stretch car was parked. Richard even had a wheelchair ramp ready, and Anson easily pushed Callum Zhou into the car.