Chapter 233 NO00e8: Anthony

Chapter 233 NO.00e8: Anthony

"Okay...actually you don't have to do this at all."

Looking at the depressed Donata, Jim comforted her.

As soon as the taxi entered the city, Donata immediately called her family.

She first excitedly recounted all the things she had experienced before, with added detail. Then she told the other end of the phone very proudly that she had hired a very powerful private detective to help deal with this family matter.

For a moment, Jim was confused by this girl's operation - he had obviously followed the clues of the bullet and investigated the head of the "Classic Coffee Gang". Why did she turn him into a private detective hired by her?

Fortunately, after Donata finished speaking, she was immediately scolded by the person on the other end of the phone - she didn't even need to observe the representation topology, just look at the change in the other person's expression after the phone call. , Jim can be sure of this.

"He always treats me like a child! He never lets me touch the family business."

Donata hung up the phone and bumped her teeth angrily while speaking.

"It's pretty good, it's not a serious business."

Jim replied with a shrug.

But at this moment, Donata was completely immersed in her own emotions. She completely ignored Jim beside her and continued to complain:

"And for this reason, I have never been allowed to install prosthetics and implants."

"That's even better. It reduces your probability of developing cyberpsychosis."

Jim continued.

In today's era, unless there are special work needs. The middle class usually equips themselves with as few prosthetics and implants as possible, or at least stores their native organs in a body bank, waiting to be reinstalled. In this way, people use this method to reduce their own performance. The risk of developing psychosis.

And those who really risk their lives to increase their own transformation points are usually at the two extremes. Or he has only one life, and thus alienates himself into a poor man who survives mechanically. Or, they are rich people who can customize prosthetics and have a professional medical team to stabilize their mental index.

"But obviously my mental index is the most stable in the family, but he has never allowed me to install any prosthetic body! Even the last time I had the opportunity to go to the 'Tenth Floor' for adjustment..."

Probably realizing that she almost missed something, she immediately stopped herself.

Regarding what she leaked, Jim remained calm and changed the topic:

"So, what did your father say in the end?"

Donata first muttered, "How do you know it's my father's?" and then replied:

"He said he'd call you in a minute."

Before he finished speaking, Jim immediately received an unknown call.

"You should have told me this earlier."

He glared at Donata and complained, then answered the phone and said:

"Hello, this is..."

"Hello, Mr. Jim Leiter. First of all, thank you very much for taking care of Dog Girl, but regarding the matter of hiring you, it is just Dog Girl messing around, please don't take it seriously. In fact, what we do is People with small businesses don’t like to involve outsiders in their private affairs.”

A low and old voice echoed in his ears, interrupting his self-introduction.

"So, I'm just suggesting - can you just leave it at that?"

The other party's voice was as calm as a spider that had just eaten - obviously, the other party was confident that he could easily handle a mere private detective.

Please! Jim Leiter, the bullet that went into your head was what they sold you. But now they think you are a softie and that you are not involved with those gangs of cops, and they just want you to get out of here as soon as possible. For the sake of Father Cyber, give them some color and come up with a harsher opening.

"Mr. Anthony Guzman..."

So, Jim spoke the other person's name.

"Your daughter is in my hands now."

His tone was very calm.

Donata, who was sitting next to him, suddenly widened her eyes and straightened up.

Jim immediately raised his hand slightly to signal her to calm down first.

[Don’t you want to participate? Then just listen to me and stop causing trouble]

He sent Donata a private message.

When the latter saw this, he immediately fell silent.

The arms dealer named Anthony on the other end of the phone said after being silent for several seconds:

"What do you want?"

"Same thing as you want, the truth."

Jim answered, and then he continued:

"Daly Sage, the second-level representative of the citizens' representative council of the resettlement area government; K.K.P., the head of information security in Beacon, Clyde Lynch, the administrative director of Nord Biobank; the head of the counterintelligence department of Apollo Biological Branch in Nord Wang Linwen...the truth about these big shots in the Nord settlement area having bullets inserted into their heads at the same time."

Jim heard the other party mutter and curse "Why doesn't that girl have a good mouth?", and then said:

"With all due respect, this matter has nothing to do with you and it would not do you any good to get involved."

The arms chief on the other end of the phone said this.

Jim replied:

"You are wrong, Mr. Anthony. This matter has a lot to do with me..."

Having said this, he took a breath and said:

"Because there is also a bullet produced by your gang in my brain. And it was put in at the same time as those big shots."

For a moment, the other end of the phone was as silent as death.

"But you are still alive."

After a long time, Anthony hesitated.

"Just a fluke."

Jim replied.

Silence again.

After a long time, Anthony asked:

"Then let's meet and talk in detail?"

"I'll decide the place."

Jim nodded.

The other party hesitated for a while, then said:

"If it's the kind of place suitable for shooting in the back, then..."

"Don't worry."

Jim interrupted directly:

"The conversation room of the Deep Blue Zone Bar, only a madman would dare to do it there."

"No problem."

Although there were rumors before, the previous reconstruction of the Deep Blue Zone Bar was not a hacker attack or gas explosion as officially promoted. It was a small test of Liao Qi, the protagonist of "Battle of the Broken Dome", when he debuted, to warn the "Tenth Layer" government.

But this private detective is not Liao Qi who dares to draw a knife against the company, so there is no possibility of him playing any tricks there.

Therefore, Anthony immediately agreed.

After Jim hung up the phone, Donata immediately came over:

"You are also shot in the head?"

"Yes, but can you change the wording?"

Jim said helplessly:

"So, when you investigated the bullet smuggling matter..."

"Thank you for not listening to the family's advice and running to the upper level of the resettlement area to inquire about the news alone. Otherwise, it would take a lot of time to find out the "Classic Coffee Gang."

He said sarcastically.

"It just happened, it just happened, hehe."

Donata touched the back of his head a little embarrassedly and smiled foolishly.

This is not to praise you...

Jim resisted rolling his eyes-he found that this girl's brain circuit was indeed a bit strange, or was it because his father did not let her take care of the family business?

Speaking of which, will people with more nerves be born with a stable mental index?

…………

On the other end of the phone, after Anthony Guzman hung up the phone, the expression on his face gradually became cold.

"You got the problem wrong, Mr. Detective. What we want is never the so-called truth."

He looked at the contact and muttered to himself:

"But the problem can be completely solved."

There are many people in this world who always equate the restoration of the truth with the solution of the problem. But in fact, these are two completely different things.

People who really care about the truth often don't pay attention to how many problems they will create on the road to the truth. And those who really want to solve the problem are likely to try their best to conceal the truth after knowing it.

The former is ideal, and the latter is pragmatic.

There is no doubt that arms smuggling is a very pragmatic business.

In other words, all businesses in the world are pragmatic businesses-otherwise companies will not eventually replace governments and become the masters of the world today.

So as a pragmatic businessman, Anthony will naturally not make such a mistake.

He understood that the guys who came to him aggressively and gave him three days to find the criminal were essentially just looking for a scapegoat and a scapegoat.

The company's executives are like stink bugs. When one dies, there are still a lot of people waiting to replace him. The so-called "big guys" who died have no value. And the people who took their place would not even mourn for their predecessors for a moment.

Maybe they killed the person themselves - whoever benefits the most is the most suspicious.

So the reason why they asked them to find the murderer is very simple. The "Classic Coffee Gang" was almost completely wiped out by the Ikaros Liberation Front in the past. And now the "Tenth Layer" government and Ikaros are incompatible - they actually just hope that they can put the blame on Ikaros.

It's a pity that his silly daughter couldn't figure this out, and really ran to the upper level of the resettlement area to investigate alone.

"We can't let that detective continue to investigate, go and get rid of him."

Anthony said so.

The man who had been sitting behind him didn't say anything, just put down his paintbrush and stood up.

And under his pen, a graffiti painting with a childish style but bloody and terrifying content was almost finished.