American Legendary Life

Qatar, National Petroleum Corporation Office, Joint Office.

This office was specifically reserved for Alaska Standard Oil, and when Rush arrived here, he also became his dedicated office.

"OKOK, what you said is very clear, but tell him, don't think, let him roll back to where he came from, yes, just tell him that, roll, go back, go, that's it."

Pushing the phone firmly on the phone, Rush picked up the glass and filled himself with whiskey and took a deep sip before thinking of the guests on the sofa.

"Emil, sorry, there are too many things. Would you like a cup?" Rush said, pointing to the cup in his hand.

"No, those who believe in God don't drink, but I like what you just said, let them get back." Emile laughed.

"Yes, let them roll back. This is not their place. They are already good enough." Rush smiled carelessly, tilting his head.

The British representative with eyes and two eyes close together, like a camel, wanted to check the storage report of the northern gas field.

No door, no window, don't even think about it.

Isn't it enough to fill up the belly of a fat pig with the oil they fought in Abu Dhabi and Sharjah?

"I need to call the boss and tell him the news." Rush said as he put down the glass and picked up the phone again.

"Don't he know?" Emile looked at him in surprise.

"I don't think he must know, but I need to know now." Rush smiled strangely and connected to the secretary's office.

When receiving the call, Li Zitao was meeting with the think tank to discuss matters related to the transportation and storage of natural gas and oil.

"I'll pay attention, how about the pearl-plucking business?" He had expected this in his mind, but he didn't expect the other party to be so indifferent.

"It's going well. The first pearls are already on the road, and there are two golden ones. They are beautiful in the sun."

"Is the monk still there?" The good news brought by Pearl made me feel good.

"Yes, he has always been here, the pier and the streets are all our people." Rush knew what the boss was worried about.

"Pay attention to safety." Hang up the phone, Li Zitao did not go to the meeting room, but stayed in the office.

This matter was given by George V, or it was a decision made privately by the British representative. This is very likely. After all, he also has his own interest groups behind him.

He should find someone to explore the tone, is there anyone more suitable than his wife?

While visiting the godfather and godmother, you can also go shopping casually.

Didn’t her little sisters say last time that they wanted to take a luxury trip with Princess Adelaide?

This is a good opportunity.

"Ava, prepare the car, I'm going home." Back home by car, Mary was about to go out.

"I received an invitation from Mrs. Bouvier to have a charity auction in St. Peter's area today, and we will have afternoon tea together after the end."

Mary said she was correcting her gauze top hat and asked, "How do I look?"

"It's beautiful," Li Zitao said, embracing her waist from behind.

"Do you have anything to say?" Mary asked, looking at him through the mirror.

"You always know me this way." I have to say that Mary knows him very well, and Li Zitao is not good at covering up in front of her.

"I'm too late, maybe you can send me a ride, we said in the car." Mary took his arm and walked out with a beaming smile.

Today's weather is good. BMW231 was left in the garage for a long time. Li Zitao personally drove his wife to St. Peter.

In the car he said his plan, "If you mind, I can go in person."

Li Zitao did not want to make his wife difficult to do. If she felt inappropriate, then he would go to Buckingham Palace in person and ask what was going on.

"No, it's nothing. I'll figure out what's going on." Mary has been reading briefings about the Persian Gulf.

It seems to her that her husband has given up enough benefits and showed great kindness to the royal family. These are real money.

Under such circumstances, some people jealous of his benefits?

Mary's eyes became a little sharper. If this matter was really instructed by the royal family, something she didn't know must have happened in between.

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When Li Zitao was busy with his business, a horrifying case occurred in Chicago, where a family of serving police officers were killed.

The murderer's technique was cruel. All three of them had their heads cut off and placed them neatly on the dining table. There was blood everywhere in the room.

Blood flowed out of the gate along the floor, and only after the neighbors found it, did he call the police.

"Does anyone know what is going on here?" Grant Fozer rushed to the scene.

"Sergeant Bird was killed, don't let me know who did it, fuck..." The first sheriff who arrived arrived scolded and raised her fist, smashing it **** the wall and walking out~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ Compared to when I just met three years ago, Grant's waist was significantly wider, and the most obvious sign of a life of respect and superiority is weight gain.

But he still knew the name of his men, so after hearing the name Bird, a square face appeared in his mind.

He is tall and powerful, and looks like a strong man. It is difficult to imagine this happening to him.

"Without resistance, he knelt there and let his head be cut off, his hands clenched tightly to his thighs, and his nails couldn't break into the meat."

The forensic doctor walked out and said with a somber face, he couldn't imagine how terrible the picture was.

A strong man like a mountain, because his wife and children are controlled by the enemy, he chose to kneel on the ground and let the other person cut his head back and forth with a knife.

After his death, his wife and children still did not escape doom.

"Is there a clue?" Granger walked into the room with a cigarette, and the blood that was sticking and slipping at his feet was about to freeze.

Blood was spilt everywhere, and the walls were also covered with splashes of blood.

After cutting off their heads, a group of lunatics grabbed the bleeding head and flicked it back and forth, spilling blood everywhere, and Grant could imagine the scene.

"We are asking our neighbors to find witnesses. Someone has taken fingerprints and went back to compare, hoping to find some useful clues."

Watching his head underneath his head was placed on the dining table like this, his eyes wide open, full of pain and pleading, Grant's inner anger was like a volcanic eruption, wave after wave.

These **** beasts, even teenage children, let it go, "No matter what method you use to find them, I will kill him myself."