Boston was shrouded in fog and clouds in the early morning, and the villas on Mount Vauchusette were also like a fairyland.

A official car with a zf license plate drove slowly along the mountain road. There were three men and one woman sitting in the car, wearing casual clothes, but with FBI ID on their chest, which was also their smooth pass.

"It's here." The woman sitting in the passenger seat pointed to a villa and said, "Nicholas' home."

"He's really rich."

A man on the back said a little sour, but also a little envious, "I'm afraid this costs tens of millions of dollars."

Eddie Barham, who is the team leader, looked at the talking subordinate through the rearview mirror and joked, "If you don't do FBI and become a star, I think you will soon meet your rich woman you like. The living area is full of rich people, and there are also many widows."

This made everyone happy, and the originally tense atmosphere was also empty.

"Don't say anything after entering, and don't have any conflicts with anyone." Eddie Barham said, pulling up the handbrake and unbuttoning the seat belt, then pushing the door and getting out of the car, greedily sniffing the air, fresh and intoxicating, putting his left hand in his pocket, and ringing the doorbell with his right hand.

After a while, a hole in the iron gate was pulled open, revealing both eyes.

"Gentlemen, who do you look for?"

"I'm FBI Edibalum, I want to find some things to Mr. Nicholas about the details of the villa bombing."

The bodyguard who asked looked at the four people a few times, "Please wait a moment." As he said that, he picked up the phone number hanging on the wall and reported it, and only welcomed them in after receiving the instructions from inside.

I originally thought it was so grand from the outside, but after I walked in, I felt that it was just the tip of the iceberg.

It is still a little distance from entering the gate, so you have to use a shuttle bus to transport it in. The potted plants along the road look very valuable.

Money can sometimes really make people restrain themselves.

Eddie Balham clearly felt that the guys' emotions were gradually being suppressed, but he didn't want to say anything more. A FBI salary may not be as good as a pet. People in this world have never been the same. The so-called human rights of capital society are just protective measures used by those capitalists to protect leeks. It shows that this is a joke.

The shuttle bus, which had a speed of only 30 to 40 yards per hour, drove for about four or five minutes before reaching its destination. At the door, you could see a man in a suit standing. When you saw them, you nodded politely and smiled, "Please come with me, Mr. Nicholas is waiting for you in there."

Of course, this is a little angel who was pulled out to act as a "steward".

Tang Dao thought about finding a "British" butler, or a housekeeping manager, who could provide employers with services from etiquette to housekeeping. Unlike ordinary housekeepers, they are loyal and full of gentlemanly etiquette. The minimum annual salary of this type is 250,000 pounds, and the maximum can reach 1.2 million pounds.

But the most important thing is that this type of housekeeper is not easy to find.

Only let the little angel make a guest appearance.

Eddie Barham finally met Nicholas.

The rich man who caused a response in the upper class in Washington, of course, was also full of information in the FBI archives.

He knows what the other party started out and has a deep relationship with the military. The business may be illegal, but you have to depend on who you do it with. If the person who sets the rules accepts you, then you are the protected class.

"Hello, Mr. Nicholas, I'm glad to see you."

Tang Dao smiled brightly and shook hands with the other party, "I'm also very happy to see you, Mr. Eddie Barham, please sit down, do you need some coffee or juice or try tea."

He always has such a passionate attitude towards everyone.

"Just coffee, thank you," Eddie Barham said, looking at the sofa behind him, sitting down, putting his hands on his legs, "We are here this time to learn more about the bombing, and that the only murderer, Ferdinand, has died in prison."

"Dead" Tang Dao looked surprised, frowned and looked a little ugly.

This acting

He knew Ferdinand was dead at the first time, but he always had to be surprised and showed off his daily acting skills.

Eddie Barham is also an old intelligence officer with more than ten years of experience. He has learned micro-expressions and can understand it from Tang Dao's tugging skin and eyes. The other party really seemed surprised. He Nunu's chin at his female colleague and signaled her to start recording.

"I want to know who else was with you that day?"

"I'm having breakfast with Mr. Charlie, which should be included in your first-hand information," said Tang Dao.

"That's when someone tampered with Mr. Charlie's car, but why didn't the bomb be detonated at the first time? Sorry, I'm just a suspicion." Eddie Barham raised his head and continued to ask.

Tang Dao took a sip of the green tea in front of him, and the enthusiasm in his tone was significantly reduced, "Sir, this should be your responsibility. I am not a God. If I knew who the murderer was, he should have knelt on the ground and apologized to me now."

In other words, you are useless.

Even if this kind of explosion is rare in the local area where guns are flooded, there is no sign of it yet. Even if Tang Dao lifts the table, the other party can only endure it.

Eddie Barham said vaguely, "The case is being processed."

"Ferdinand's death is a good breakthrough, right? Who would go to prison to kill him except to silence him? Because he knew too much, those behind the scenes were afraid that he would be confessed, so it was that simple." Tang Dao was still teaching them how to solve the case.

"We understand all of these, please believe us, I have one last question."

Tang Dao leaned back slightly, "Please say."

"Our file shows that you are engaged in international cargo transportation. Is it possible that your enemy will retaliate against you?" Eddie Balham said this very tactfully, because only he has seen the file in the headquarters, and no one else has the authority to understand it.

International cargo transportation

This is a good name.

Enemy

Tang Dao has many enemies, and retail investors who sell some money to eat in Africa also hated him. The large-scale enterprises were even strangled by him and his allies in the markets of North Africa and South Africa. Cutting off people's money is like killing their parents.

But his intuition always felt that the attack on the umbrella company employees in Africa was essentially related to the attack on himself.

Even if he is alone, he doesn't know where the evidence comes from, he just simply feels it.

The other party may also be an organization and wants to snipe yourself.

The only person with clues is still dead now

This incident reveals strangeness everywhere.

Eddie Barham stared at Tang Dao, seeing him like that, he couldn't ask any useful value. He felt regretful and stood up, "My question has been asked, I'm glad you've cooperated, Mr. Nicholas."

"This is what I deserve." Tang Dao said casually, and then thought of something, "Mr. Edibalum, please give me a message to all your colleagues in FBI." The latter looked at him in confusion, and heard Tang Dao say, "I offer a reward of 2 million US dollars. As long as someone can find the murderer who killed Ferdinand, anyone can come to me to receive the bonus, it is anyone."

He particularly emphasized the following four words.
Chapter completed!