Chapter 649: Fight Violence with Violence (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

"Suck!"

The old light bulb was buzzing, approaching the limit of its lifetime.

The cool and moist wind, accompanied by the rain hitting the window eaves, is refreshing.

The freckled boy held the cup of coffee, his pale wrists becoming thin and withered due to years of lack of exercise.

He added 5 sugar cubes to the coffee, which was cloyingly sweet.

"Sugar can make people's brains work faster, while coffee can refresh themselves."

He pursed his lips and said:

"Shiho told me."

"From this moment on, you call her Xiao Ai."

"Why?"

"Because of some things, if you don't want her to be in danger"

Sakaki said softly:

"Just give her another name, even if it's just temporary."

".I see."

The freckled boy didn't ask any further questions.

Just as Miss Miyano said about him, he is not stupid, but very smart, otherwise he would not be called a 'genius'.

Ever since Miss Miyano was taken away by the men in black

The freckled boy Sibor Gammel tried every means to contact the other party, but the phone number and email address she used were all logged out, and she could not be contacted, as if she had disappeared from the world.

subsequently

The freckled boy focused his attention on the man in black.

He thinks.

The person who took Miss Miyano away must be a local organization in Japan. Although the source is unknown, it can be investigated.

The result left him disappointed.

Whether it's the Wall Street tycoons he knows or the newly emerging online chat rooms.

No information about the black organization could be found.

The other party was like wearing Harry Potter's invisibility cloak, completely hidden in the darkness without revealing any flaws.

The freckled boy was helpless and could only put his plans on hold for the time being, paying attention to the news in Japan and trading in stocks.

Five years have passed, and there has been no progress in the affairs of the black organization, but stock trading is booming.

The birth of the computer just not long ago has provided a powerful boost.

With his amazing talent and business acumen, in just a few years, the freckled boy not only established a firm foothold in the financial circle, but also earned personal assets worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

Although it is insignificant compared to the oligarchs and centuries-old families on Wall Street, it is enough to prove his strength.

and

He also became a disciple of a big shot in the stock market.

The big guy’s name is Warren Buffett.

‘The next era must be an era dominated by technology and diversified entertainment! ’

This was a sentence uttered by a boy with freckles when it first became popular in online chat rooms.

It was this sentence that got him the attention of Warren Buffett.

"The Hughes family is very powerful. They are different from the century-old family on the surface."

Drinking coffee, the freckled boy said:

"Although they are similar in size, the Hughes family mainly focuses on politics and uses politics to realize their interests."

"If the Rothschild family's profit model is finance, real estate, mining, energy and other sales-based industries,"

"Then the Hughes family, which is involved in military industry, power grid, computers and biopharmaceuticals, is even smarter. Demand determines the market. Look at the industries of the Hughes family, which one is not in urgent need?"

"Moreover, through political means, they can easily gather assets, such as triggering a war. The US government can profit from the war, and so can they. This is called a win-win!"

"The Hughes family has a huge appetite. As long as they want to, they will cause waves all over the world!"

"Um"

Sakaki nodded:

"Sounds really awesome."

"Going against them will never end well."

The freckled boy was obviously very afraid of the strength of the Hughes family:

"At their level, the amount of money is actually not that important."

"Even if there is no income in the future, the assets of the Hughes family are enough for them to squander for hundreds of years!"

"I don't care how much money the Hughes family has, it's not mine anyway."

Sakaki said calmly:

"I just care."

"Hughes Family Location."

"Place?"

With doubts in his eyes, the freckled boy was a little puzzled:

"You mean the gathering place of their family?"

"That's right."

Hear this sentence.

There was something wrong with the freckled boy's eyes.

He looked at Sakaki and said with a strange expression:

"First ask Kaitou Kidd, and then ask the Hughes family."

"Could it be that Kaitou Kidd is targeting them?"

"You are a policeman, following the footsteps of Kaito Kidd, are you planning to catch him?"

The wind blew across my neck, dispelling the heat of the summer night.

"On the contrary."

After drinking the coffee in the cup, Sakaki smiled and said:

"The person the FBI wants to arrest most right now is me."

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Bang!

Bang!

At this time, violent gunshots were heard from below the floor, and women's screams and men's roars echoed through the thick concrete walls in the living room.

"What's going on?!"

The freckled boy jumped three feet high:

"This is the most luxurious apartment on Seventh Avenue!"

"Why are there gunshots?"

"Don't be afraid."

Pulling out the USP from his waist, Sakaki took off the magazine and looked at it.

The gang that sold him the gun was pretty well behaved.

At least

Didn't forget to load him up.

"There are riots in New York City"

Standing up, Sakaki walked towards the door.

"riot?"

The freckled boy quickly followed:

"What are the police doing?"

"When the evil in people's hearts is awakened, everything will plunge into madness. Only blood and death can calm them down."

"Wouldn't that be counterproductive?"

Boom, boom, boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

A knock on the door sounded like a rapid drum beat. Sakaki smiled, bent down, and took out the ball from the tennis bag.

A Remington M870 shotgun was taken out.

"You you."

The freckled boy took half a step back in shock and said in horror:

"What do you want to do?"

There was chattering outside the door, and the thugs seemed to want to break in.

"The blood of others will help evildoers do evil and inspire human beings' primitive animal nature."

The gun was loaded with a click, and the muzzle of the Remington M870 was pointed at the door. Sakaki said quietly:

"And the blood flowing out of your own body will make people feel scared."

“Surrender will not change the status quo.”

"Only responding to violence with violence can show respect for life!"

Saying that, Sakaki suddenly opened the door. The two masked thugs outside the door were stunned for a moment before they could speak.

boom! ! !

The muzzle of the gun sprayed flames, and the violent projectiles broke free from their restraints, like a whipped horse, neighing and moving forward indomitably.

It penetrated directly through the chests of the two thugs.

Blood and bullet holes were splashed on the smooth wall, flowing slowly and being as sticky as glue.

The freckled boy stared blankly at this scene, speechless for a long time.

"Stop being stunned."

Sakaki patted him on the shoulder:

"You haven't answered me yet."

"Do you know where the Hughes family headquarters is?"

"I know"

"very good."

Holding the draw tube, Sakaki reloaded the pump-action shotgun in his hand:

"Pack your things and leave in half an hour!"