Rebirth of the fighting nation's rich second generation

Rabosai went to Casablanca, a well-known private hospital, to check his body not once or twice. In addition, this country is also a country with good comprehensive strength in the Philippines, so this time his guard is not very strong.

Surrounded by bodyguards, Rabosay walked towards the hospital hall.

The service of the private hospital is very good. For this kind of high-level VIP, all you need is a phone call to make an appointment, and all the inspection procedures will be completed soon.

The young and beautiful medical director enthusiastically guided La Bosai to the electrocardiogram room.

Labose took a special look at this doctor, he looks and figure is good, if possible, maybe he can be his wife or lover.

Secretary Short followed him.

And his bodyguards were not allowed in.

Ten minutes later, Labose walked out of the EKG room with ease.

"What did the doctor say just now? Short." Labose said with a smile.

Short replied, "He said your heart functioned better than a young man's."

"Haha..." There was no problem with the first electrocardiogram, and Labosai's mood improved a lot.

Next is the blood draw.

The doctor who drew blood had already been bought by Roselle between the safety of his family and the choice of 200 million dollars. When drawing blood, he would inject the poison into Labose's body.

"Relax, sir." The doctor suggested with a smile on his face.

Rabosai was actually not nervous at all.

"You can look at the landscape painting on the opposite side." The doctor said again.

Under the hint of psychological effect, sure enough, Labose cast his eyes on the beautiful landscape painting on the opposite side.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the doctor immediately injected the prepared poison into Labose's blood.

The dose of the poison was not large, only a few grams, and it took only a second or two to inject into the blood, so it couldn't be noticed at all.

This is a chronic poison, and because it diffuses very slowly in the blood, it will not take effect immediately. Generally speaking, it will take effect within about 48 to 56 hours.

After the blood test, the next step is CT, color Doppler ultrasound and other tests.

After checking for a whole morning, this is the end.

After the examination, Labosai asked Short to give this young and beautiful doctor a thousand dollars as a tip.

When the doctor saw that there were so many tips, which were equivalent to two months' salary, she kept saying thank you.

……

"Short, when will the result be out?" Labose looked very good today.

"The result will be out tomorrow, General."

"It shouldn't be a problem."

"It's not a big problem. I see the doctor's expression is very relaxed."

"That's good. It seems that private hospitals are much better than public hospitals." Labose said with a smile; "I'm going to play golf in the afternoon. By the way, where is Mateshaw? Let him come over for dinner in the evening." , I have to talk to him again."

"Okay, General."

After the inspection, the convoy drove towards the villa in a mighty manner.

Everything was monitored by the people arranged by Roselle.

Rabosay's body has been successfully injected with poison, and it will be no more than 3 days before his death.

But all this was not enough, and Short had to die too.

Roselle had already figured it out, once Labosai died, he would fly directly to Casablanca, where he would directly take Short away.

……

Mettshaw has already set up a meeting time with his senior Jim Ann by phone, and Jim Ann told him that this time he also introduced his close comrade-in-arms Oliveira to him.

According to Jim'an, Oliveira is his comrade-in-arms and a very capable young man. If it weren't for Oliveira's support behind him, it would be impossible for Dopompe to obediently give up the throne of the boss of.

Mettershaw said, "Senior Jim Ann, I'm already looking forward to meeting Mr. Oliveira."

Jim Ann smiled and said, "Dear Mettershaw, you and Oliveira will definitely become good friends. I believe in my vision."

As everyone knows, this Jim Ann just has a similar accent to the real Jim Ann.

After chatting briefly for a while, he just hung up the phone, but Mateshaw received another call from Short, who told him to go to La Bosay Villa for dinner at night.

As a last resort, Metteshaw could only postpone the meeting for three hours.

Jim An also happily responded.

……

However, when Mateshaw came to Jim'an's hotel at night, he was told that Jim'an was dead by Mr. Oliveira who met for the first time.

Oliveira was crying bitterly. He told Mettshaw that Jim'an was stopped by some gangsters when he was running at night two hours ago. He was answering the phone at the time, and when he arrived, he found Jim Ann's neck had been cut off.

Mettshaw couldn't believe his ears at all. They had been talking to each other a few hours ago, but now Jim'an had been killed.

In great grief and indignation, Mettershaw asked with a heavy heart, "Mr. Oliveira, where is Mr. Jim'an's body now?"

"Inside the hotel room."

Mettershaw said sadly, "Can you show me?"

"OK."

Sure enough, on the hotel bed, Mettershaw saw the dead Jim Ann.

The knife wound on his neck was obvious.

"The gangster stabbed the main artery in his neck, and he lost too much blood to die." Oliveira said while wiping away tears, and he was even extremely remorseful, "If I knew this, I wouldn't let him go out at night, But he likes sports very much, and he told me that once he becomes Niall's boss in the future, it will be difficult to adapt to this high-intensity position without a good body."

After Mettshaw saw Jim'an's body, he couldn't stop crying. He didn't expect his comrades who had been fighting with him on the hidden front to pass away like this.

Mateshaw began to regret, if he didn't go to La Bosay's villa for dinner, Jim Ann would never go for a night run...

"Dear Mr. Jim Ann, I'm sorry, I don't think we should adjust the time of our meeting..." When he said this, Mettershaw was already in tears and grief.

The two grieved for a while in the room. Originally, Mettshaw proposed to call the police, but Oliveira stopped him.

"No, Mr. Mettshaw, you can't call the police. In a few days, it will be time for elections in the country. If Dopombe and the others learn that Mr. Jim'an has passed away, all our previous plans will be ruined."

Mettershaw was very puzzled: "But Mr. Jim Ann can't go to the scene."

"It can be entrusted. The conditions we have worked so hard to obtain can be entrusted. In addition, when the time is right, you can also replace it. We must inherit Mr. Jim'an's last wish. We must not be impulsive at this time, let alone impulsive."

Invisibly, Oliveira passed on to Mettershaw an idea that both he and Mettershaw are the heirs of Mr. Jim'an's will.

Mettshaw didn't have any objection, nodded subconsciously, and patted Oliveira's shoulder: "Mr. Oliveira, you and I are also comrades in arms, and I hope you can fully inherit Mr. Jim'an's last wish. "

"No, Mr. Mettershaw, I want you to inherit, and I will assist you."

Mateshaw shook his head: "No, buddy, I'm the son of the anti-government armed leader Rabosai, I can't be elected, only you, Oliveira, you are the most suitable, understand?"

After some hypocritical refusals, Oliveira could only reluctantly answer.