Silicon Valley

At 10:30 p.m. on December 28, Clark Benson took jewelry and silver boxes to escape the police's search, and finally came to the loot den where Clifford was located.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Clark Benson knocked softly on Clifford's door.

"Who is it?" Clifford asked, peering through the doorway.

"It's me, Clark Benson!" Clark Benson replied in a hoarse voice.

Immediately, Clifford opened the door, stuck out his head and looked around, then asked, "Is there no one following?"

"Don't worry, no one can follow me!" Benson's face showed a touch of confidence.

"Come in!" Clifford opened the door.

Clark Benson walked cautiously into the house.

"Cliff, this is the jewelry I grabbed, look at how much it can be exchanged for!" Clark Benson threw a cloth bag on the table.

Colliver opened the cloth bag, checked it, and said to Clark Benson, "$400,000!"

"No, Clifford, you have to give me at least $450,000!" Clark Benson whispered.

"Okay, 450,000 is 450,000!" Clifford tied the bag full of twisted jewelry and put it into the counter. Next, he gave Clark Benson a check for $450,000.

After Clark Benson took the check, he patted the box, "Where's this box? Didn't you say it's worth $1 million?"

"Yes, that's right." Colliver nodded. "But the buyer has to inspect the contents in person before closing the deal with us! He asked us to meet at an abandoned factory outside the city..."

"An appointment to meet at an abandoned factory?" Clark Benson frowned suddenly, "Is there any problem?"

"Don't worry, there should be no problem, the other party is a rich man, $1 million is nothing," Clifford smiled at Clark Benson, "I'll go with you tomorrow, you know, I want to Those who charge commissions will naturally be on your side!"

Clark Benson still frowned, but he couldn't resist the temptation of $1 million.

"Well, let's go together tomorrow," Clark Benson's face flashed a grim smile, "Oh, if he dares to lie to us, I want him to look good!"

...

At nine o'clock the next morning, Clark Benson and Clifford went to the abandoned factory outside the city.

As soon as he got out of the car, Clark Benson maintained a high degree of vigilance, "Cliff, we have arrived at the abandoned factory, where are they?"

"It should be in the factory, let's go take a look first," Clifford said.

The factory is not big, only three or four thousand square meters. The factory buildings are all dilapidated, and many places have collapsed. The iron door was rusted, and when the door was opened, there was a harsh sound of "quack quack".

Clark Benson drew his gun and looked around with a cautious look on his face.

Clifford took a slight step behind him and walked behind him.

"Anyone?" Clark Benson called several times, but no one answered.

"Clark, it looks like someone is there!" Colliver pointed to his right hand.

Clark Benson took a closer look, and sure enough, there was a swivel chair not far away with a person sitting on the chair, but the person turned his back to him.

"You're the one who's going to buy the box?!" Clark Benson shouted over there, but no one moved or answered.

Clark Benson pointed the gun at the man and walked slowly, startled when he turned the swivel chair around. Who is this person? It's clearly a plastic mannequin.

Just as Clark Benson lost his mind, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Hehe, Clark, don't worry, there won't be anyone else here!"

Cliff!

Clark Benson's face changed in vain, and he suddenly realized that the danger was coming. However, before he could react, Clover shot him.

boom! ! !

Clark Benson was shot in the abdomen and fell to the ground immediately. Clover sneered and walked towards him step by step. Clark Benson's face was pale and ferocious, and sweat dripped from his forehead. He glared at Colliver and wanted to raise the gun to return fire, but the nimble Colliver stepped on his wrist and snatched the pistol.

Clark Benson shouted "Ah" and looked at Clifford, full of doubts, "Cliff, why! Why are you doing this!"

"Hehe, why?" Clifford sneered and roared nervously in an instant, "Because you killed my brother!!!! I want to avenge him!!"

"Cliffer, when did I kill your brother?" Clark Benson asked, staring at Cliffer, not knowing why he didn't want to die.

"Hmph... that stupid thief you killed is my brother!" Colliver angrily said, "His name is Matthew Colliver, he was killed by you on Christmas night, and you stole his suitcase You said you should die!!!"

boom! ! ! !

Clover fired another shot into Clark Benson's stomach.

"When I heard you killed my brother, my mind went blank. Then there was only one thought, and that was to avenge him!" Disdain flashed on Clifford's terrifying face, "Although you I am very cautious, but I know that you are even more greedy! So, I made up a lie to deceive you at that time, huh, do you really think a box is worth $1 million?"

Colliver said to himself, "Yes, there are indeed rich people who want to buy boxes, but the contents in the box are just an invitation letter from SpaceX. As long as you bring it, you can participate in the SpaceX interstellar event. This time, SpaceX issued a total of 300 invitations, of which 120 were sent to governments, and the remaining 180 were sent to billionaires. The rich man who wanted to buy the box did not receive an invitation due to his lack of qualifications. However, he was later humiliated and ridiculed by Franklin at a cocktail party, so he held a grudge and wanted to steal Franklin's invitation. Finally, he found someone to contact me and offered me $250,000. Help him get Franklin's invitation, so I sent my own brother to Franklin's villa to steal it."

Clifford stared at Clark Benson coldly as if looking at a dead man, "You will know what happened next. He got in your car, and then you killed him!"

"Clark, you're going to die!!!!" Colliver fired a shot at Clark Benson in the head.

"No!!!" Clark Benson shouted hysterically, but unfortunately it was useless. A bullet just hit the center of his forehead, and after a while, blood poured in.

It seems that sooner or later you will have to pay back...

In the afternoon, a TV station reporter reported that a serious fire broke out in an abandoned factory outside the city, and all the buildings were burned to the ground!

(To be continued ~^~)