Chapter 1770 Trap
"It's not advisable. At present, I can't determine the real connection between them. It's possible that the other party wants to kill Jeff Ryder. If we kill Jeff Ryder, it may actually fulfill the other party's wish."
Vistana's eyes flickered and she said meaningfully: "But...do we really need to fight him to the death?"
Everyone's eyes fell on Vistana, and some of them couldn't turn their heads.
"Follow his traces and don't take action until you find him." Vistana said.
…
In the early morning, Portia walked out of the villa after taking a shower.
I have to say that after staying here for one night, I felt an indescribable sense of comfort.
There is no need to turn on the air conditioner. As long as the windows are opened at night, the sea breeze can bring a refreshing feeling.
Neither cold nor hot.
The sound of the waves does not feel harsh, but allows people to fall asleep faster.
Portia suddenly discovered that breakfast was already ready.
It was as rich as ever. Could it be that Chen Zhao and Fali got up early in the morning to prepare breakfast?
Portia couldn't believe it. It's impossible, right?
Is there a chef in the villa?
Otherwise, how to explain the abundant food prepared every day?
Anyway, she didn't believe that Chen Zhao and Fali would get up.
Sure enough, Chen Zhao and Fali didn't get up until eight o'clock.
The two of them are obviously not the kind of people who go to bed early and get up early.
They both got up and took a shower as a matter of course, and then sat down at the breakfast table to have breakfast.
It seems as if waking up in the morning and finding a table of sumptuous breakfast is a matter of course.
"Portia, don't you want to eat?" Chen Zhao glanced at Portia.
Portia had been looking at them strangely all morning.
"Boss, do you still have a chef at home?"
"Yeah, don't you know?"
Only the devil knows, I have never seen it.
"Where is he? Why haven't I seen him?"
"Oh, I'll introduce you to you next time I have time."
"Then he's not in the villa now?"
"No, he left after making breakfast."
"What about lunch and dinner?"
"Why are there so many people sitting there, you ask?"
"curious."
"Don't be too curious. If you watch movies and TV shows, curious people always die very quickly."
Portia shuddered. Did she ask something she shouldn't have asked?
"Portia, don't listen to Chen's nonsense."
"Okay, actually, the chef is very ugly, so he doesn't want to appear in front of outsiders." Chen Zhao said: "And he has a weird personality. If he sees someone who is prettier than him, he will be jealous, and then you It will disappear silently, and maybe it will appear on our dining table.”
Portia swallowed and Fali rolled her eyes.
"Do you have to scare Portia?"
Portia was completely speechless for Chen Zhao, a bad boss.
However, Chen Zhao's mysterious words also made Portia more and more curious.
She always felt that Chen Zhao and Fali were hiding something.
Is it really what Chen Zhao said?
Chen Zhao's eyes seemed to be telling the truth, but also seemed to be joking.
For a moment, Portia couldn't tell the truth from the lies.
And Fali is so beautiful, if that chef would be jealous.
The wine you should be most jealous of is Fali, right?
But every time she comes to Mingyue Villa.
As long as it is meal time, it must be very rich.
This is not logical.
After breakfast, Fali went to the coastguard.
Portia was bored sitting in the yard reading a magazine.
Chen Zhao is exercising.
In Portia's eyes, Chen Zhao is a fitness fanatic.
As long as he has free time, Chen Zhao will exercise.
Kelan came and started boxing with Chen Zhao again.
Kelan discovered that no matter how fast his speed increased, Chen Zhao could always keep up.
This made him somewhat discouraged.
Because Chen Zhao said that he is a strength-enhancing type, not a speed-enhancing type.
But an amateur player like Chen Zhao is actually stronger than a professional player like him.
This hit Coran somewhat.
It's like a swimming athlete, but he can run faster than a sprinter.
If it were in a professional sports competition, it would be absolutely impossible.
"Mr. Chen, why are you so fast?"
"It's not that I'm faster, it's because my level is higher than yours." Chen Zhao said: "Have you ever played online games? A level 10 novice and a level 100 full-level player. Even a level 100 player has the lowest data. , which is also higher than the highest data of a level 10 player.”
"Then the gap between me and you now is ten times?"
"Maybe the level is ten times different, but the data is more than ten times different."
"Well, one day I will surpass you, at least in terms of speed." Coran said.
"Mr. Chen, I have class in the afternoon."
"Then let's come here today." Chen Zhao said.
…
After Coran left Mingyue Villa, he hurried to school.
When we arrived at the school gate, suddenly a stranger came over.
"Hello, sir." The stranger called to Coran.
Coran turned his head and looked at the stranger in front of him suspiciously.
The stranger was wearing a peaked cap and could not see his face clearly.
You can only vaguely see that this man's face is covered with stubble.
The clothes on his body were a little dirty, and it looked like he hadn't changed his clothes in a few days.
At the same time, there is still a bit of a choking smell on the body.
Coran subconsciously took a step back.
"Hello, who are you?"
The stranger raised his head: "Are you a psychic of the speed enhancement system?"
Kelan was stunned for a moment, who was the other party?
Why do you know your identity?
Are they also the same people?
"I have something to talk to you about. Can I borrow some of your time?" the stranger said.
Coran remembered the last time he met the people from the psychic team.
So Coran was instinctively on guard.
Not sure of the other party's intentions, but also unclear of the other party's identity.
Kelan will not cooperate with the other party's request honestly.
"I do not know you."
"Mr. Coran, you don't want to do anything here," the stranger said.
Coran frowned. Is he threatening himself?
"Who are you?"
"I just want to talk to you... Of course, the way of talking is up to you," the stranger said.
Coran thought for a while. As a psychic, of course he couldn't reveal his identity easily.
But judging by his tone, he didn't seem to care about exposure.
This is the school gate again, with people coming and going.
It's really inconvenient to do it.
"Where to go?"
"Get to my car." The stranger pointed to his car.
Coran thought for a moment and followed the stranger into the car.
However, the moment he got into the car, black liquid suddenly filled the car.
Coran immediately knew it was a trap.
But before he could react, the black liquid came into contact with Coran's skin and began to absorb his magic power.
