"You know Black Jack, what is the relationship between you two?" The middle-aged man asked with a serious look.

Simon frowned, these guys should be coming for Patricia, so who are they?

Patricia's enemy? Or the Murdoch family?

Is it because of the toe of **** that was lost last time?

Simon's mind churned, thinking and guessing.

"You better tell the truth, or I can't guarantee what will happen to you next?"

Simon frowned and said, "Will you believe me when I say it?"

The middle-aged man's face sank: "I don't quite believe it."

"So what are you going to do? Are you going to torture me to extract a confession?"

"Of course, if you tell the truth, there is no need to extort a confession, so for your own sake, you should explain it honestly."

"I want to know who you are, and do you know who I am, so you dare to come to my door to find trouble with me." Simon asked with squinting eyes.

"You don't care who we are, and we don't care who you are, as long as you know that the power behind us is something you can't afford to offend?"

"Really, can I show you something, and you can decide your next move after reading it." Simon saw the dissatisfied face of the middle-aged man and added: "You'd better let me get it. , don't cause trouble to the forces behind you."

The middle-aged man frowned and looked serious. He looked at Simon very seriously. Simon's expressionless face made the middle-aged man's heart tighten.

"Yes, but don't play tricks on me, or my bullets won't have eyes."

Simon got up, and two men followed Simon, the pistol pressed against his waist.

Simon took out a book from the cabinet on the first floor and handed it to the middle-aged man. When the middle-aged man saw the cover of the book, his face changed instantly.

Above is the emblem of the nine innings.

"Are you from the nine innings?"

"open to take a look."

The middle-aged man opened the book, which contained Simon's photo and job title.

"The consultant of the ninth inning, are you the consultant of the ninth inning?"

"The real deal."

"Hmph, how could you be the consultant of the nine innings? Who are you lying to? This is a forgery, right? Forging the identity of the nine innings, this crime alone is enough to put you in jail for more than ten years." The middle-aged man will be nine The bureau certificate was thrown to Simon, and he snorted disdainfully.

"Why don't you check it out, it's just a matter of time, what would you do if I was really the consultant of the ninth inning?" Simon said lightly.

"How can you be a consultant of the Ninth Bureau at your age? Are you delaying time, waiting for someone to save you?" The middle-aged man looked upstairs and immediately said: "I understand, you let the woman just now come to the office. Lou is asking her to give you a tip, go, go upstairs and catch the woman above, don't let her escape."

The two men immediately ran to the second floor, Simon shook his head, the anger and dissatisfaction in his heart erupted at this moment, he looked at the old cat.

The old cat understood it, and instantly launched a mental attack, and all the men in suits in the room sank.

"Go." The three dogs rushed over, knocked them down, and knocked out the pistols in their hands.

Only the middle-aged man covered his head with a painful expression on his face. He nimbly avoided the robber's attack. This guy was a knight and had more mental power than ordinary people.

At the moment when the middle-aged man fired, his head was impacted again, Simon rushed out, his palms turned into claws and clasped the middle-aged man's arm. .

Then a palm slashed at the middle-aged man's chest, knocking him to the ground. This palm also used all his strength, hitting his heart hard, almost not killing him.

He fell to the ground, curled up against his chest, struggling in pain.

Simon picked up the pistols on the ground one by one.

"Drag them here."

The three dogs dragged the others, directly biting their wrists and thighs, and the bites were bloody, dragging them together.

"Waiting for rescue? You are thinking too much, and you are not my opponent together. The reason why I let you in and ask you to cross-examine is just because I don't want to cause trouble. It's a pity that you are courting death yourself." Simon He looked down at them expressionlessly.

"Watch them, whoever dares to move, speak directly." Simon said to the three robbers.

The three dogs surrounded them, and the three pairs of dog eyes stared at the seven people, their eyes full of rage and viciousness.

Simon walked over to little Faro and examined his leg bone, which was broken and badly broken.

"Endure the pain, I'll bone you."

"Mr. Big, I can bear it." Little Faru gritted his teeth.

Simon snapped and reset the broken bone. Little Faru cried out in pain, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Although the broken bone has been reset, little Faro's leg was originally disabled. After this broken bone, the disability is likely to be more serious.

Simon took out the medicine box and fed little Faro some painkillers, punctured the acupoints with silver needles to help him relieve the pain, and input a little life magic energy to speed up the healing.

At the same time, he rubbed the ointment for bruises and injuries. After finishing the incident, he got up and looked at the group of middle-aged people.

"Illegal possession of a gun and the intention to murder the consultant of the Ninth Bureau. These two charges are enough to keep you in prison for half your life~lightnovelpub.net~ You are not the consultant of the Ninth Bureau, it is impossible." The middle-aged man said through gritted teeth.

"It's not possible that you have the final say. I will hand you over to the ninth inning later." Simon said calmly.

"We are from the Murdoch family, you better not do this." The middle-aged man finally revealed his identity.

Sure enough, it was the Murdoch family. It should be tracing the lost toes of Jesus. Why did they find me? Simon frowned.

"The Murdoch family, um, no wonder you are so arrogant. But do you think you can be all right if you're from the Murdoch family?"

The middle-aged man's face changed: "What do you want?"

"The person who hurt me still wants to kill me. This matter will not end so easily."

"You've figured it out, our head is a member of parliament, even if you're really a consultant to the Ninth Bureau, you have to weigh it clearly."

"Really?" Simon walked over and looked down at him, his eyes were cold and chilling.

"Little Faro, who broke your leg."

"It's him, that guy." Little Faro pointed to one of the youths.

Simon walked over and broke his leg bone with one foot, and the screams kept echoing in the room.

"It's noisy." Simon kicked him in the neck, knocking him unconscious.

The face of the middle-aged man changed dramatically, and it was extremely gloomy.

Simon looked at him and said with a blank face: "Weigh it? I don't need to weigh it. I want to see if the Mercado family will offend me because of you rubbish."

After seeing a few people, Simon kicked a young man: "Your injury is not serious, get up, go to the Mercado family now, and find someone who can talk to you. I'll give you two hours to arrive. If no one comes over, I will send these people to the ninth inning."