Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

Chapter 247 Goodbye or Farewell丨Kingsman: The Black Letter (27)

Under the Burj Khalifa, there were countless exclamations and abuses.

"This is the truth we want to show everyone, this is...the acne hidden beneath the city of Dubai!"

"Abbas ibn Amin!"

"And... the biochemical experimental field he set up underground in Dubai!"

Aiden's voice became more and more excited, which also aroused the emotions of Dubai citizens. Blood Dragon and Dylan looked at each other, it was time to close the net.

"Biological and chemical experiments, human abduction, and causing unrest are all crimes committed by Abbas and the organizations behind him."

"Now, it's time to make him pay the price!"

"He's on top of the Burj Khalifa!"

The audience in the audience cursed and blocked the entrance to the Burj Khalifa. Even the security guards at the entrance of the Burj Khalifa joined the rioting people and wanted to break into the Burj Khalifa.

Creating riots and kidnapping innocent people, no one is sure whether they will be Abbas's next target, and no one is sure whether that tragic fate will befall them one day.

If the research on biochemical viruses is to cure the effects of viruses, there may be merit, but if it is used to harm people, then it is simply anti-social and anti-human behavior!

"Please wait a moment!!!"

Inside the Burj Khalifa, an African-American businessman wearing a shabby suit rushed out. He shouted and looked anxious.

"Please wait! Mr. Abbas cannot be the kind of person you say!"

The noisy crowd glared at it. It was obvious that the world's most powerful hacker organization and team of magicians had taken out all the criminal evidence in Abbas's factory. What nonsense are you talking about?

"Please listen to me!"

Sanders was filled with anxiety. He raised his hands and waved them, almost shouting his voice hoarse, but he couldn't just let the rioting crowd rush in.

There must be a mistake somewhere... How could such a kind-hearted Mr. Abbas be the anti-human being described by these guys who do tricks and play with computers?

"My name is Sanders, and I am one of the directors of a charity education organization in South Africa! Mr. Abbas is an upright and kind-hearted man. Please don't listen to those slanderous tricks! They are all false!"

Sanders shouted, but it was of no use. The angry people were not prepared to listen to his one-sided words without evidence, and were ready to force their way into the tower. Sanders looked at the angry crowd in despair, clenching his fists , with a look of unwillingness on his face.

"You guys who follow the wind and act like rain..."

"Do you know that Mr. Abbas sponsors children in African countries every year so that they can read?!"

"His Abbas Meat Factory allows 80% of poor children in Africa to eat fresh meat!"

"You want to convict Mr. Abbas just because of the one-sided words of a bunch of computer gamers and magicians. Are you still human?!"

Sanders' throat was hoarse from shouting, and at this time, surprisingly, the group of jugglers on the stage had already arrived beside him!

The blood dragon pressed his hands on the rioting crowd, signaling everyone to calm down. Obviously, compared with an Eastern magician who has always been aggressive in the magic world at the beginning, and an African-American businessman who has never heard of it, the former has greater prestige.

"You just said that because of our one-sided words, Abbas will be convicted, right?" Blood Dragon looked back at Sanders and said with a strange expression, "Mr. Sanders, we jugglers and computer players , perhaps in your eyes, it is synonymous with liar and sensationalist."

"but……"

"Do you really think Abbas has no problem at all?"

"Of course! Mr. Abbas just donated a large amount of medical equipment and teaching funds to the children in South Africa!" Sanders said loudly with a blushing face, and his eyes were surprisingly firm, "How can you high-ranking rich people possibly Understand how difficult the life of the poor is! If it weren’t for Mr. Abbas, most of those poor children would have starved to death!!!”

"Oh, really? Then I want to ask you, where did the medical equipment and teaching funds he donated go?"

The blood dragon was scratching his chin with interest.

In fact, the Sanders in front of him was a pioneer in resisting Abbas's tyranny in his world... and now he is still the die-hard Abbas loyalist whose faith has not been shattered.

"I have no obligation to tell you, sir. I only know that the money went where it should go and helped the people who should be helped!" Sanders frowned, although the aura of the blood dragon was so powerful that his heart was churning. Fearful, but thinking of those children, Sanders had to pretend to be calm and look at the blood dragon.

"Let me guess... the assistance Abbas provides you also includes sending poor students to the schools established by Abbas for further studies." Blood Dragon picked his fingers and said casually, "Study content Including but not limited to medical, military and other subjects, and it’s just a matter of one or two years, thousands of students will be sent there every time, am I right?”

Sanders opened his mouth, his face full of shock. How did the one-eyed magician in front of him know these things?

Merritt, who was standing by, saw the scene in front of him and said with great interest to Luna, "Mr. Chen's mind-reading skills are much better than mine. He doesn't even need auxiliary movements... Maybe it's been spread by that big Eastern country. Fortune telling?"

"I would like to ask you, Mr. Sanders, have you been contacted by the students you sent?" Blood Dragon did not respond to Merritt's words, but walked straight to Sanders. He was taller than Sanders. On one end, at this moment, his eyes were downward, looking at Sanders with a scrutinizing gaze, "Thousands of students... there will always be one or two who contact you, right?"

"Of course...of course! I..." Sanders pulled out his phone excitedly, "I can call them right now!"

The blood dragon made a noncommittal "please" gesture.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

"Click."

"Teacher Sanders?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was muffled.

Sanders smiled: "Hello, little Nina. How have you been recently?"

"I'm doing well, teacher." Perhaps there was a delay, but it took a second or two for "Little Nina"'s voice to reply.

"Have your classes been going well recently?" Sanders then asked.

"It went very well. I recently learned piano. I can play it for you next time we meet."

To be honest, the delay was so serious that Sanders actually didn't doubt where little Nina was sent to study. This delay might not be so slow in both the North and South poles.

"I have a magic show here. I can invite you to watch the show next time you come back, little Nina." Blood Dragon said inappropriately, but he didn't look at his phone at all, but looked at Sanders teasingly.

"I have recently learned some Japanese and I find it very interesting. Unfortunately, I have to go to class later. I will tell you next time."

"Teacher Sanders, Sayonara, oh, that means goodbye, haha."

Sanders felt something was wrong. What Nina said just now was totally wrong. But before Sanders could speak, the call was hung up.

"Nina? Hello?"

Sanders slowly put down his phone. He seemed to want to say something, but the Blood Dragon did not give him a chance to speak. Instead, he put away his joking expression and looked at Sanders with a serious face: "Sander Mr. Si, I don’t know if you noticed anything unusual, but I want to tell you something.”

"The Japanese word Sayonara that little Nina said at the end actually translates to not goodbye..."

The blood dragon's lips opened and closed, and when he said the remaining words, Sanders's face instantly turned pale, and his pupils trembled!

"But farewell forever."