You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1478

Chapter 1478

Mr. Moore smiles pleasantly.
Today he was victorious and Luther was already in the jar.
Get the money, and then kill Luther, Otis side, owes him a big favor, later want to pinch Otis is not impossible.
He is not stupid, only money, even if Otis fell, he fled abroad, then his favorite power, is not no longer. Power and money, he wants both.
That's why he agreed to Luther's request for an exchange.
Today, the benefits of both ends, he wants to take all.
He has checked all the surrounding areas, there are no unusual people, the Special Investigation Unit simply did not deploy manpower.
It looks like Luther is acting completely alone.
At times like this, falling alone is the scariest thing of all.
It's also the easiest time to get down and dirty.
The corners of his lips were wickedly hooked up, feeling that everything was under control.
Luther wrapped his arms around his chest and smiled.
"Mr. Moore, your calculations are very good. Tell you the password of your overseas account, you check the balance on the spot and confirm it later. Are you sure you will let me go?"
Mr. Moore flattened his lips, "Mr. Warner has no choice but to trust me now."
"Well, that's right too." Luther nodded.
From Mr. Moore's eyes, he saw through, this person simply can not be trusted, but also no use of value. Today only to tear the face, there is no other way. Moreover, keeping Mr. Moore will pose a greater threat to him and Joyce in the future.
What is gained is not lost, and he does not do it.
Luther knew that Cecelia was at the top of a tower a few hundred meters away.
He looked around and felt that the ambient light was a little weak. Thinking within the heart, he originally did not know anything about shooting, and with Joyce for a long time, was inculcated, also understand a lot.
Light is important for snipers.
There was only one chance, unless Mr. Moore was killed in one blow. Otherwise, the two men outside the door barged in and he remained passive.
Mr. Moore, with a cigarette in his mouth, handed a pen to Luther, "Would Mr. Warner please write the password on this."
Luther smiled, "Good."
He did not take the pen, but suddenly took the lighter Mr. Moore was playing with.
Long fingers twirled nimbly and the lighter spun a few times in his hand.
He leaned back, his body sideways, and, reaching over, "There's no rush, it's not too late to write to you when you're done with this cigarette."
Mr. Moore froze, but did not doubt it.
Seeing Luther with a lighter in his hand, he subconsciously leaned his head over.
"Snap."
Luther pressed the lighter and scarlet flames sprang up.
Before the cigarette was lit, the next moment, Mr. Moore's eyes suddenly opened round, and then, he fell heavily to the ground.
On closer inspection, he was shot right in the forehead and was killed on the spot.
Luther extinguished the lighter.
The heart loosens down, Cecelia is really the god of sniping, a few hundred meters away, a shot to the head, accurate.
Just now he lit the lighter in order to help Cecelia in the distance to increase the light.
The fall of Mr. Moore has caused quite a stir.
The two men outside the door immediately noticed, and they banged the door in.
Unfortunately, Luther was already on guard, and he flew up and kicked one of them right out the door.
Tightly backhandedly tackled another man and pinned him directly to the table, making him immobile.
As another man struggled to get through the door.
Luther kicked open the box he had brought with him, and large amounts of cash spilled out inside.
He said coldly, "Mr. Moore is dead, who do you serve? No one will know what happened today if you don't talk about it. The money, it all belongs to you."