Chapter 220 How could the Angsa people have such ideological awareness!

Cheng Long had no awareness that he was a wanted criminal. After being woken up by Ares's mouth for a while, he took out a custom-made wooden box out of thin air, took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on, then walked onto the street openly.

In Citi, the rich area and the poor area are completely two extremes. The rich area has a beautiful environment, good public security, harmonious neighborhood, and the average life expectancy is much longer than that of people in the poor area.

The poor areas where the slums gather are mostly noisy and heavily polluted, with very poor public security and you rarely see patrolling police.

The neighborhood where Ares lives is a wealthy area, so there are many police patrolling.

Just a few minutes after Cheng Long went downstairs, he met two patrolmen on duty on the street. However, they did not approach him to question him. They just took a look and passed him by.

He did not use his mental power or magic to interfere with the patrolling police.

The reason why he was not suspected was entirely because he was wearing sunglasses, which sounds a bit ridiculous.

In fact, Cheng Long is like two different people with and without sunglasses. Without them, he is gentle, elegant and easy-going. With them, he instantly turns into a lone ranger in the city, full of coolness.

"Manhattan..."

Cheng Long stopped a taxi and got in.

"Sir, where do I get off?"

“Wall Street.”

About half an hour later.

Cheng Long came to the famous Wall Street, the financial center of North America.

The management offices of banks, insurance, shipping, railways and other companies opened by the Rothschild Consortium, Morgan Consortium, Rockefeller Oil Tycoon, Goldman Sachs Group and DuPont Consortium are concentrated here.

The famous New York Stock Exchange is also here... Wall Street has therefore become synonymous with wealth.

He came here mainly to cause trouble!
……

At noon.

A restaurant near Wall Street.

Citigroup's executive director, Delian, walked into the reserved box with his arm around his young and sexy secretary. Before the dishes were served, Delian had already started eating seafood.

At the age of over 50, he can still feel the desire at any time, which can be considered as being in good health.

"Hmm~"

Suddenly—

Delian cried out, clutching his heart, his breathing suddenly becoming rapid.

His face turned red and hot like a prawn in a frying pan.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of Delian's mouth.

The young and wealthy female secretary screamed in fear and became completely helpless.

The restaurant waiter who was waiting outside pushed the door open hurriedly, and when he saw the screaming female secretary, he stopped abruptly, because the blonde secretary had not yet pulled up her pants.

After a few seconds.

The waiter raised his eyes with difficulty and asked the secretary, "Madam, what happened to Mr. Delian?"

"I don't know, he suddenly vomited blood, I was so scared..."

The blonde secretary didn't know anything, so the waiter said helplessly: "Mr. Delian must be sick, do you have any medicine?"

"There is only one blood pressure-lowering drug, but I had already fed it to him before he came." The way of feeding was quite special. When the blonde secretary fed the boss the medicine, she would first put it into her own mouth, and then feed it to the other person through mouth-to-mouth.

"We can only call an ambulance."

The waiter spread his hands, then took out his cell phone and called the emergency number.

At this moment, Cheng Long, wearing sunglasses, walked out of the next box and came to the two of them: "Mr. Delian has a sudden myocardial infarction and may have intestinal problems. By the time the ambulance arrives, he will probably have died. If you believe me, please go out for a while. I have a magic medicine that can heal him."

"This……"

The restaurant waiter didn't dare to make the decision and instinctively turned his head to look at the female secretary beside him.

The blonde secretary had regained some of her composure by now, and while pulling up her pants she said, "Sir, Mr. Delian is an important member of the Locke family. If anything happens to him, we will all die. I think it would be more appropriate to call the hospital and have them send someone."

"It's too late. Mr. Delian will suffocate to death in five minutes at most. Of course, if you don't agree, you can call an ambulance."

Cheng Long spread his hands and was about to leave when he saw Delian, who was having difficulty breathing and suffering from chest tightness and pain, stretched out a hand and suddenly grabbed his sleeve, opened his mouth, wanting to speak but unable to utter a word.

However, the three people present, as well as the diners who rushed over after hearing the news, could all see from Delian's hopeful eyes his desire to survive at this moment.

As the executive director of Citigroup, Delian controls more than one billion US dollars, and the accumulated wealth of the Locke family behind him is as high as more than 300 billion US dollars.

How could a financier with huge wealth and a prominent family, who could enjoy a life of luxury and debauchery every day, be willing to die like this?

He would not miss any chance of hope.

"Sir, save Mr. Delian. As long as you can save him, I will do anything you ask me to do!" Although the blonde secretary didn't want to take risks, she couldn't think of any other way and could only place her hopes on Cheng Long.

After all, the boss had already reached out and grabbed the other person's sleeve, so she had to cooperate.

"I need a quiet environment to save people..."

"Sir, please make sure to save Mr. Delian." The blonde secretary walked out anxiously.

The waiter walked out of the box and disappeared without a trace in a short while. This matter had nothing to do with him, the farther away he stayed, the better.

He didn't want to stay and be implicated.

Mr. Delian suffered a sudden heart attack, couldn't breathe, and vomited a lot of blood. The probability of him being saved was almost zero.

The female secretary also wanted to leave, but unfortunately she couldn't.

I could only stand outside the door, waiting for a miracle to happen with an agonized look on my face.

……

In the box.

Cheng Long walked behind Delian and slapped him on the back violently, injecting a surge of magic power into him.

Delian, who had just been short of breath and suffocated, suddenly felt his body become clear and the redness on his face gradually faded. The effect was immediate.

"Mr. Delian, are you feeling better now?"

"much better."

Delian was breathing heavily. He had just suffered a heart attack and felt like he was drowning. Now his breathing was very smooth, and except for the discomfort in his stomach and a dull ache in his heart, it was as if nothing had happened.

"Don't be happy too soon. What I just did is only a temporary solution. If you want to fully recover, you still need special treatment." Cheng Long didn't think of curing Delian in one go. Health comes too easily, and people often don't cherish it. Only after losing it, will they know how to cherish and protect it.

"Can you cure my old ailment?"

Delian's eyes lit up. He had high blood pressure and had to take antihypertensive drugs every day. If he forgot to take them one day, he could have a stroke and die at any time. He just had angina pectoris and vomited blood, which meant that he had other problems.

My health is getting worse!
Anyone would be delighted to hear that someone can cure the disease.

You know, Delian has had a lot of chronic illnesses and has seen a lot of medical experts, but they can only control the recurrence, and no one dares to boast that they can cure it.

With just a casual slap of his hand, Cheng Long was able to make the man, who was almost suffocating, breathe smoothly. He is definitely a young and promising miracle doctor.

"Of course, as long as they are still breathing, I can save anyone."

Cheng Long raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said confidently.

Delian suddenly suffered a heart attack and spit out blood. In fact, it was his masterpiece that secretly output a wisp of magic energy, which penetrated Delian's heart and spleen, and then repaired it with magic power.

When Delian went for a checkup, the doctor couldn't find anything wrong with him. He only gave the previous diagnosis and told him to go back and rest more, play with women less, and drink less.

"Haha, I like confident young people like you. By the way, I don't know your name yet, can you leave me your contact information?"

Delian was not dissatisfied with Cheng Long's attitude. He just wanted to cure his old problem and have a swimsuit party.

"My name is Cheng Long, I'm from the other side of the ocean, you can call me Mr. Long..." At this point, Cheng Long changed the subject: "Of course, if you like, you can also call me Mr. A."

"Mr. A? Are you the robber who drove into the tunnel and mysteriously disappeared yesterday?" Delian asked with interest. Capital tycoons like him don't care whether a person has committed a crime or not, but only care whether the person has the ability. As long as the person has the ability, he can turn a blind eye to countless murders.

After all, people like them have no clean background.

What Cheng Long did yesterday was not a big deal at all.

This is also the main reason why Cheng Long can win the favor of politicians and capitalists after playing tricks on the police.

"Did you really escape from the sewer yesterday?"

"of course not."

Cheng Long's mouth twitched.

He is a clean man, how could he go into the sewer for no reason?

"Hahaha……"

The two chatted for a while, and Delian said seriously: "Mr. Long, when will the special treatment you mentioned begin?"

"It depends on when you are ready. When you are, I can come to your house to heal you at any time." Cheng Long plans to return to his old job and mingle in the upper class as a magic doctor.

He went around capturing people, and although it was satisfying to kill them, he still didn't want to order others to capture them, and it would be more satisfying to just sit back and reap the benefits.

"What do you need me to prepare?"

"Ten death row inmates, or fugitive murderers, drug dealers, and other heinous criminals."

Cheng Long asked for a huge price, which was ten times higher than that offered by He Xin, Guo Yingnan and others. If he had not been worried about too many people wanting to buy, he could have even offered the chips for twenty, thirty, or even a hundred people.

For the top leaders of Liberty Citigroup, there is actually not much difference between one or two and ten or a hundred; they are all consumable materials.

If there is a difference, it is that it is much easier to find ten death row inmates than a hundred.

Even so, when Delian heard that Cheng Long needed a death row prisoner, he couldn't help but frowned: "Mr. Long, what do you want a death row prisoner for?"

"Because it's useful, of course."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Delian nodded and said, "Mr. Long, do you have any other requests?"

"Yes, I want another million dollars."

"no problem."

Delian is very efficient.

He made a phone call in person and received a reply in less than half an hour, saying that ten death row inmates were being taken to his residence.

There is no need to prepare millions in cash, as there are tens of millions in cash in the safe.

A mere one million can be withdrawn at any time.

……

One p.m.

On the winding driveway, a Rolls-Royce slowly drove towards the quiet manor.

"Bang~~"

The iron gate slowly opened.

Inside the door, a middle-aged man in a neat suit had been waiting for a long time, his eyes revealing respect and anticipation for the incoming owner.

He walked towards the car with a smile, and every step revealed a solemn sense of ceremony.

As the car door opened gently, a faint fragrance wafted out.

From inside the car, a young man with extraordinary temperament stepped out gracefully. His eyes revealed calmness and composure, as if the whole world was under his control.

However, the man who greeted him walked to the other side, opened the car door, bowed and said, "Sir, I have already prepared the death row prisoners and cash you requested."

"Hmm~"

Delian nodded and got out of the car, then ordered, "This is Mr. Long."

"Mr. Long."

Jaden greeted respectfully.

Anyone who can be treated so seriously by the master must not be a second-generation rich man.

"Take me to the prisoner."

"Yes."

Jetton decisively took the man to the basement.

Delian and his blonde secretary followed closely behind.

Soon, the group arrived at the underground secret room where the prisoners were held. In one of the rooms, ten prisoners handcuffed and shackled were huddled together, all with injuries on their bodies.

It was obvious that these people had been severely beaten before coming here.

"Mr. Delian, please go upstairs and wait for me."

Cheng Long was used to seeing life and death, so when he saw the death row prisoners being beaten and torn apart, he did not feel the slightest bit of emotion. Unless these people were all scapegoats and had never committed any crime themselves, it would be difficult for them to gain his sympathy.

"Jadon, you're outside..."

"No, all of you get out."

Without waiting for Delian to finish his words, Cheng Long made a strong decision.

After the irrelevant people left, Cheng Long quietly released ten strands of demonic aura. The next moment, these strands of demonic aura seemed to have life and penetrated into the mouths and noses of the ten prisoners.

"Tell me, what have you done wrong?"

"Murder, rape, burglary..."

Ten people, each one deserved the punishment, none of them was innocent.

In the lobby on the first floor.

Delian noticed this scene through the surveillance and was shocked: "How did he do it? He actually managed to get these death row prisoners to speak up and tell about their crimes?"

"Master, he seems to have used a very advanced hypnosis technique, which can make people dazed and instantly fall into the trap." Butler Jetton thought he saw the truth of the matter, but in fact he was far off the mark.

Puppetry and hypnosis are completely different things.

How can ordinary hypnosis compare to puppetry that can control another person's life, make the other person trust you unconditionally, and even sacrifice their life.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, an explosion was heard.

After Cheng Long used puppetry to understand each one of them, he suddenly released a powerful mental power to crush the surveillance cameras in the room.

Delian, Jetton and the blonde secretary were all startled by the sudden explosion.

"Ah, ah ah..."

"Help!"

"..."

Suddenly, a hysterical scream was heard in the basement, revealing incomparable fear in the voice.

Unfortunately, apart from being able to shout a few times at the beginning, they couldn't even make a sound afterwards. In a blink of an eye, they were sucked dry by the bloodthirsty beads and turned into mummies that fell to the ground.

"Do you want to clean up?"

Cheng Long put away the deep red bloodthirsty bead that emitted an enchanting glow, touched his chin, and fell into deep thought.

Pack up to make it easier to destroy the body.

If you don’t pack your things, it may scare outsiders and cause a riot.

"Forget it. Scare others, not me. Why should I be afraid of a ghost? No matter how big the riot is, it won't affect me. On the contrary, it will make people more respectful of me."

Soon, Cheng Long made a decision.

Leaving the ground full of dried corpses!

After all, it's just a copy world, no matter how big the noise is, it doesn't matter. He doesn't believe that anyone would unite with others to trip him up because they are afraid of him.

How could the Angsa people have such ideological awareness!

(End of this chapter)