Chapter 490: : Dragon Slayer
As long as you talk about the core, then we are good friends.
Tang Dao is happy to waste time on making money, especially Francis under such an initiative.
He didn't care about money, but he was just curious that the old man wanted to change his palace. He often heard that things happened unexpectedly before his eyes, but Tang Dao would not let go easily. He clicked his tongue twice, "Mr. Francis, you are doing this to the Gerald family. For your training? I remember that your studies were all sponsored by the family."
Francis was not at all embarrassed, and said with a blank expression, "I have spent thirty years, but it turns out that Boris is not the future of the Gerrard family. Since he is no good, he should be replaced by me! And... He raised his head suddenly, and the corners of his wrinkled eyes were full of ferocity, "I'm so **** fed up with these **** things, do they know what aristocrats are? They have lost their original meaning, they are just a bunch of people who only know how to give birth breeding pig!"
As Francis said, his cloudy eyes gradually became firmer, "I have wasted thirty years, and I don't want to waste the next time, even if it is only a few days! Gerald's honor begins with me!"
It turned out that he had been there before, and everyone had that high-spirited age, even the "dog" in front of him who should be the most loyal in the eyes of Boris and his immediate family was once a young man with the wish to slay a dragon.
Tang Dao looked at Francis' face and pondered slightly. He felt the smell of the same kind of people from the other party. Time can never wash away ambition. Jealousy, unwillingness, and resentment are sometimes the driving force that inspires people to keep climbing.
"I have no demands on the Gerrard family, just tell me who the murderer is behind it."
Francis was obviously very tough, "I am not in charge of the Gerrard family, and Boris will not agree to it."
Tang Dao frowned, propping his knees with his right hand, causing his body to lean forward slightly, "What do you want me to do?"
"Help me kill Boris and his heirs!"
Francis gritted his teeth and looked at Tang Dao, "As long as they die, I can take the position of family patriarch, and then I will definitely send the killer and information to the door."
so ruthless?
Let outsiders kill their own blood relatives?
Tang Dao was a little terrified when he heard this kind of operation. He thought about it carefully. The Gerrard family had no influence on him, but there must be a follow-up explanation for the death of Cherkovso, find the publisher, and then take revenge !
"Your Gerrard family will belong to the Savior Company in the future." Tang Dao sat up straight and said, Francis hesitated for a moment, then nodded heavily.
He agreed!
"I will help you, and I hope you will fulfill your promise."
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Malta!
In the end, Boris was still too soft-hearted. He didn't believe that his status as a nobleman and his connections in Europe were terrifying enough.
And maybe the eldest son is right, the world has never lacked so-called "innovators" who overthrow the class, but when the innovators become rulers, they are a new class again!
He also didn't want to offend the Savior Company, he wanted to find someone with face to reconcile with the crowd, and then pay some money, and everyone laughed and laughed at each other at the wine table, and the matter was over.
Those who died in Ukraine were just tool people.
As for tearing your face apart like this?
Boris and the others do not agree with the strength of the savior at all. This is a provocation to the nobles, and they also plan to show off their swords.
Those who go out to pick up girls still pick up girls, and those who go racing still go racing.
Boris, on the other hand, was invited by other nobles in Malta to attend a high-class ball, got into a luxury car, and said to the meticulously dressed driver, "Go to Mittles Manor."
The driver responded respectfully, and the car drove out of the manor slowly. They didn't see someone staring at him from afar under the tree in the distance.
Boris didn't know why, but he felt weak and a little anxious. If it wasn't for the dignity of the nobleman, he would have started to entangle himself now. The driver glanced at him from the mirror and didn't dare to ask more questions. When turning a corner and passing slowly, suddenly a person ran out from nowhere and loaded it directly on the car, scaring the driver to brake suddenly.
Because of inertia, Boris couldn't sit still, and hit his head on the chair in front of him. The fire in his heart exploded all of a sudden. Before he could react, he suddenly saw a group of people coming from all around. Less than 10 people, holding iron bars, slammed at the car, which made Boris scream. The violent elements outside violently opened the car door and dragged him out. There was a violent blow to the head, and the iron rod was aimed at the skull, and he was killed in one fell swoop.
Then, they beat him in a group without letting go of their anger, and finally waited for three or four minutes before they scattered in all directions.
The bruised and swollen driver howled and hugged Boris, but the other party was obviously dying with blood on his head. He tried hard to open his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, there was a rush of horns, and then he saw a pickup truck whizzing by. Come on, put two people on it directly, and after spinning half a circle in mid-air, they fell to the ground with a bang.
The pickup truck didn't slow down, and after rolling over the two of them, it disappeared from sight.
Boris died instantly!
The news spread in Malta immediately. Before they could finish digesting it, the eldest son and his family had an explosion while eating outside. They happened to be in the center, and it was too late to react. The second son was even worse. He died suddenly in a bar. According to forensic identification, it was because eating too much flour stimulated the heart and caused myocardial infarction.
All these happened within a short day. The excessive coincidence made both the police and the Gerrard family suspect that someone was responsible for the crime, but all the evidence proved that the eldest son and second son were accidental, and the mob who beat Boris also Got caught, but they didn't admit it.
The whole case fell into a stalemate, and the Gerrard family also fell into a leaderless situation, panicking. At this time, Francis worried about the senior elders of the family, most of whom belonged to the direct line, because they had Boris' will. .
"Francis, quickly take out Gerald's will." One of the old men said to him with a frown. "If Boris has no heirs, we need to find a closer person from the direct line."
There was a teasing flash in Francis' eyes, and he pulled a chair unceremoniously, and sat down. This action showed no respect to these old men!
A few people just frowned, but there were also some old foxes who realized that the atmosphere was not right, so they shut their mouths and did not speak.
"Boris' will says ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to make me patriarch of the Gerrard family."
"Bastard! What are you talking about." The old man who has been in the line interrupted him directly, and said angrily, "What are you, you are worthy, you are just a collateral line, get out."
Collateral?
Francis smiled and savored these two words. In noble families, this word is probably higher than servants. He looked at the old man who was talking, and he did not hide the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, "Uncle Kagel, your words are ugly. , have you eaten shit?"
These words made the old man stand up all of a sudden, walked towards Francis aggressively, looked down at him, and opened his mouth to show his seniority as an old man in the family, when he saw Francis take out a small gun from his pocket, yes Stuffed Cagle's mouth!
"I don't like nonsense, you talk too much nonsense, Uncle Kagel." After finishing speaking, bang~!
Killed the opponent directly.
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