Chapter 238 Oil Painting Beauty: Where is my sister?

Two weeks later.

Brother.

"professor."

"Professor Wicknell."

The middle-aged man with red hair and light beard responded to the greetings of others with a gentlemanly nod and smile. He carried his briefcase and walked through the corridor to his office.

As soon as he opened the door, his eyes were attracted by a picturesque figure.

He didn't say anything. Someone suddenly appeared in his office, closed the door quietly, and then called out to the beauty who was looking at the oil painting on the wall with her back: "Jamie, you're here."

"Strange?"

The beauty, who was looking at the oil painting with her back turned, did not turn around and her voice was cold.

"No."

A faint wry smile appeared on Professor Vicnir's face.

"I leave the organization of this part of New York to you to supervise."

The beauty turned around, and it was Anna's sister, the oil painting beauty. She looked at Professor Vicnier and said calmly: "You should see what I expect from you."

"I know."

A hint of admiration flashed in Professor Vicnir's eyes.

If the beauty in front of her is the Queen of Crime, then he is the prince she has high hopes for, and he is the one who can inherit her throne in the future.

Of course, he wants to be a king more than a prince.

He always felt he had a chance.

After all, not only does the throne need someone to pass it on, but the perfect genes belonging to the queen also need a man's help to pass it on.

The fact that he has high hopes is a reflection of his strength. Is there anyone in the organization who is more suitable for the Queen than him?

All of this naturally requires the Queen's approval, and he believes there will be such a day.

But with the appearance of that man, the queen's behavior deviated from absolute rationality, and she didn't know why she invested so many completely unnecessary resources in this man.

This gave him a sense of crisis.

It's not that he can't see the advantages in this man, but he doesn't think these advantages are enough to replace him.

But the premise of all this is that the queen is still the absolutely rational criminal queen.

And this global crime queen named Jamie Moriarty is, after all, just a beauty in her thirties.

He had to suspect that she had fallen in love with this man irrationally.

And blind love is a completely unnecessary and dangerous product for people like them.

This was the most important motive why when his subordinates reported to him and applied to get rid of Chuck, he considered it again and again, but also risked being discovered by the Queen of Crime, ignored her prohibition, and prepared to secretly kill Chuck.

He thinks this is good for her!

It's a pity that it failed.

And the consequences were more serious than he imagined.

"How did you supervise this area for me?"

The oil painting beauty looked at him expressionlessly: "Or tell me, how many people are still under your supervision in this huge New York?"

"He did all this!"

Professor Vicniel explained: "We just need to kill him and everything will return to normal."

"Tell me, how many people are left?"

The oil painting beauty repeated.

"I'm the only one left."

Professor Vicnir lowered his head slightly: "I admit that his ability is beyond my imagination. He found all my men and killed them all in two weeks. It's hard for me to imagine how he did it... This also proves it even more.

In my opinion, he is a great threat to the organization and you, and we should kill him..."

The beauty in the oil painting just looked at him and stopped talking.

He couldn't continue talking because he knew that she no longer wanted to listen to him.

"Why?"

Professor Wicknell had a premonition of the countdown to his life, and like his agent Babbage, he asked the doubts in his heart: "Why do you treat him so differently? You clearly gave the order personally at the beginning. You hate private detectives."

!”

That’s right!

As the second-in-command of the organization that oversees New York, he personally issued the order for the Bald Killers and others to assassinate Chuck.

"I never looked at him differently."

The oil painting beauty shook her head: "Even now, I hate him very much!"

Professor Vicnir stared hard into her eyes, trying to catch the signs that she had lied to him, but to no avail.

But instead of being happy, he became even more depressed.

Because there was no need for her to lie to him at this moment.

"Why?"

Professor Vicnir stumbled and sat unsteadily on the sofa. Feeling the passing of life, he said in a harsh voice.

He desperately needs a reason so that he can convince himself that the perfect crime queen is not blinded by blind love and deceiving herself.

The beauty in the oil painting raised her hand to look at the time, walked over, knelt down and looked into his eyes, murmuring in a low voice: "Because he is my sister's eyeball, and my sister is my only relative in this world.

, but now because you disobeyed my injunction and wanted to poke her eyeballs, she killed all your men to vent her anger and then disappeared."

When she said this, her voice was extremely cold: "So, you deserve to die!"

"Your sister?"

Professor Vicnier was stunned and lay weakly on the sofa. Using his last bit of strength, he raised his head and stared at the beauty in the oil painting, trying to distinguish whether it was the truth or a lie.

Where did the sister come from?

Why is his sister so powerful that she killed all his men?

Not Chuck Wolf?

With endless doubts, he breathed his last.

The beauty in the oil painting stretched out her hand to explore, and after confirming that he was dead, she got up and sent a text message, and then left quietly.

After a while.

A figure walked in, faced the dead Professor Vicnir, started cleaning without any reaction, and packed him away.

Central Park Cafe.

"Look, what a beautiful beauty!"

As soon as Joey walked in, his eyes widened, and he pushed his roommate Chandler next to him, motioning for him to look.

"Wow!"

Chandler looked over and a teasing smile suddenly appeared on his lips: "She is indeed beautiful, Joey, you are lucky!"

"You mean I went up to strike up a conversation?"

Joey pretended to be reserved: "This is not good, she seems to be waiting for someone."

"Are you Chandler Bing?"

Chandler asked inexplicably.

"of course not."

Joey was stunned and looked at Chandler in confusion.

"That's okay."

Chandler laughed at himself and complained: "For Chandler Bing, there is no chance for such a stunning beauty to become like him, but you are not Chandler Bing, you are Joey Tribbioni

ah!"

"yes."

Joey pursed his lips and nodded, looking convinced: "I am Joey Tribbioni!"

In fact, he will still strike up a conversation without any reason or excuse.

I saw him tidying himself up, and then walked over happily, showing a classic Qiao smile to the beautiful woman sitting alone by the window: "Hi, I'm Joey, how are you doing~"

At this time, Ross walked in and saw this scene. He walked up to Chandler and said in an uncertain tone: "Chandler, am I right? That's Professor Alicia Harper?"

Joey is hitting on Professor Alicia Harper?”

"You read that right!"

Chandler scoffed: "Joey always thinks he's so charming, so it's time to let him hit the wall."

"She is a married woman..."

Ross never took his eyes away from Professor Alicia Harper, and said foolishly: "Isn't this bad for Joey?"

"How about you take over instead?"

Chandler looked at him with a half-smile.

"Can I?"

Ross subconsciously revealed his thoughts.
To be continued...