The charity commission.

Mr. Clark's office.

Otis, wearing a black suit, sat on the solid wood carved sofa in the office with a stony face. He did not want to be overly conspicuous, so he did not wear a military uniform today.

Eugene stood next to him cautiously, watching Otis's face from time to time and trembling.

Otis stared coldly at the painting in front of him, and the open safe behind the painting.

He knew Mr. Clark hid the cash and gold bars in the safe.

He also knew the password, and his fingerprints were recorded, so he could open the safe at any time.

In the safe, more than half of the money was his.

"Damn."

fist into the back of the

fragile sofa were immediately broken by his

and his face was burning with anger. "Mr. Robertson, your hand..." Eugene glanced at

the surface, they came for him, but actually they came for me. How brave!"

a lot lately and moving around a lot. Will this cause suspicion within the military?" Eugene asked. “Impossible. I've been doing everything beyond their reach, and it's impossible for

long-term layout had only just begun, so how could

I didn't tell

he fell to

betray Mr. Robertson!" He was scared half to death. Otis's methods, he knew them all too well,

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dismissively, "Get up. I

Clark had not died, it could be that Mr. Clark might want to swallow the huge sum of money

“Bullshit.” Otis looked impatient.

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