I am A Villain

"Uh, Mr. Corey, we usually have to collect money after killing people." Zac said seriously looking at Corey's eyes.

"Then it's an exception today, don't charge money after killing." Corey took a deep cigar and said.

This sloppy middle-aged man has deep eyes that are incompatible with his appearance. When he stares at others, it seems that he wants to see you through completely, and you can't tell whether he is well-intentioned or not. malicious.

Corey likes to smile and stare at the person in front of him like this. At first, you may think that this uncle with thin hair is quite kind, but once this gaze is maintained for more than 20 seconds, the stared person will There is a feeling of not fighting cold.

At least the nerve-wracking sense of waste like Zac can be felt, but this dead house is not just a guy who is only on the computer and is useless in reality. At least when Luo used to keep silent in the last chapter, Zha Ke made good communication with Corey, and it seems that the effect is quite good.

This was not what Luo thought.

Maybe Zac didn't think of it himself.

In addition to eating junk food, his mouth is quite good for negotiation.

Zac nodded with a smile on the surface, and in fact, in his brain with a circuit structure that is not the same as that of ordinary people, he was frantically calculating what the bald middle-aged person wanted to do in front of him.

Prior to this, Zac had not investigated any conventions about making a deal before this kind of transaction, so it can be understood that this is Cory's sudden whims.

As for why he did this, Zac was not very clear.

So he made a very wise decision.

Zac glanced at Luo.

It just happened that Luo also glanced at him.

Then nodded.

Without thinking about it, Zac turned directly to Corey and said:

"Is it a game of your life and death, we agreed, Mr. Corey."

"Very good, very refreshing." The smile on the corner of Corey's mouth raised a curvature.

Corey looked at Zac and then at Luo.

Luo asked lightly:

"Who?"

His meaning is very clear.

You have to kill individuals to trade, so let's kill them.

Who killed?

From a professional perspective, Luo is definitely a professional.

The most professional kind.

"Well, come here."

Corey stood up and walked to the front of a fully transparent glass wall in the office. Through the wall, he could see all the people in the club who were training. It can be said that he overlooked the audience.

So, the next step is to wait for Corey to indicate whether the unlucky egg in the field is about to be selected.

Luo and Zac also stood up and followed Corey to the glass wall.

"Did you see the guy who broke the sandbag in the octagonal cage."

auzw.com Corey held a cigar between his fingers and pointed to an octagonal ring used on a mma fighting field not far in front.

In the middle of the ring, there was a big man with white hair bombarding the human sandbag.

All kinds of wrestling and locking techniques, the sandbags hit the ring, and there was a burst of muffled noise.

It seems to be a monster with vigorous limbs.

"From a business perspective, that person is also one of my clients, including combat training and arms. Just like the arms trade in this area that I monopolize, he basically ate all the underground boxing grounds here. It ’s a piece of cake, and as a customer of mine, he has recently become a little uncooperative. The weapons he bought from me have actually been used against me. ”

"So, although the customer is God, it is clear that he is not as amiable as God now, so you better help me return this God to heaven."

"Of course, if you can beat him."

Corey said slowly.

"So, as long as we send this white-haired guy to heaven, the transaction can go smoothly, right?" Zack asked again.

"That's what I mean, and I think my expression is also very clear." Corey said.

"Okay." Zack nodded.

He supported his spectacle frame without any traces, and some of the lenses popped out only from his perspective to see the data analysis.

The scanning system captured the facial features of the white-haired man, quickly identified the person's identity, and through data comparison, proposed tons of data analysis from the database, even including the person's convenience two hours ago downstairs Everything that was bought in the shop appeared clearly in Zac's vision.

"Jessie, Jesse Custer, right."

Zac looked at a bunch of data in his vision.

It seems that what Corey said is not very different from the facts, because this guy named Jessica is indeed the behind-the-scenes boss of the largest underground boxing ground in the area that spans multiple cities.

And in the near future he began to extend his hand to other industries.

Other industries that Jesse Custer has never touched before.

Such as arms.

So, it's not difficult to understand why Corey wants to get rid of his former big customer.

When a person blocks his wealth, even a God ca n’t let it go.

"Rox34 glasses? This thing is very easy to use, but it is a bit heavier, but the nose bridge as high as you do not have to worry about being crushed."

Corey didn't look back. He looked at Zac behind himself on the glass wall and said lightly.

"This is recognized for you. Mr. Corey has a good vision. I have changed the shape of the glasses and removed all the brand identification marks." Zach said with a little surprise.

"It's not the problem of the shape of the glasses, it's the action of holding the glasses. It is obviously the standard operation of the glasses. If you don't want to be found like this again, I suggest you can change the operating system, change the action or support the glasses. What kind of perspective should this be useful for? "Corey said to Zac.

"This is a good suggestion." Zac nodded thoughtfully.

"I heard that this thing is coming to the thirty-fifth generation, and I will also want to make one come and go at that time, but to be honest, there is basically no disruptive innovation in each update, which is very disappointing." Ke Said.

"Hey, this is it." Zac waved his hand.

These two people, one sentence after another, took the topic to a very strange place. I don't know if they were intentional or unintentional, but their expressions seemed calm.

"Uh, is that your friend?"

Corey suddenly found that there was one less person in the room.

The young man who didn't say more than three words from beginning to end disappeared.