If it was only a personal act, then the person who authorised Amado Mejía to do so must have known Severo.
Does the other party want revenge or does it want to control you?
It could be either.
It has spent so many years in Europe that it has offended many people.
And in all his years of reign at the mall, he had never imagined that one day he would fall into the hands of a fugitive in a small, poor village deep in the mountains.
The reason I had called the police to take Amado Mejía away was to see if someone was coming to take Amado Mejía away, and if so, then I could follow the trail.
If not, that meant that Amado Mejía had been abandoned and even if Severo tried to start with Amado Mejía, he would not get any meaningful leads.
Step by step, the scope was narrowing and now there was no more suspense.
Grizzi’s hand is already on the Z. He even suspects that the sudden death of Jonas Aybar was linked to Grizzi’s men.
…
Neto left Cloudy Bay before remembering that he did not know where Victorino lived.
I didn’t know where Victorino lived because I didn’t usually have anything important to do with Victorino.
While driving, he called Victorino.
It was not unusual for a man who had no other hobby than medical research not to answer the phone, and he was probably doing research at the time.
On the tenth call from Neto, Victorino finally picked up the phone.
“Mr. Pastrano?”
I was still a bit distanced from Neto, because a man like him had little concept of friendship or anything in his head.
“Victorino, where is your research room? I need to come and see you about something. Neto didn’t bother to say anything else, but stated his purpose immediately, in a slightly anxious tone.
Victorino could hear the urgency in his tone and gave his address directly: “It’s in the Guan Yuan Village area, west of the city, I’ll send you a location, call me if you can’t find it.
After saying that he hung up the phone immediately, as if saying another word would waste his time.
Neto hung up the phone again with an ugly look on his face.
The Guangyuan villa area was a somewhat old villa area, built in the 1990s, not very luxurious, but the overall design was very good.
He soon received a detailed location address from Victorino.
He followed the address and soon found the villa where Victorino lived.
He thought he would have to call Victorino for another half hour before he could get on the phone and go out to open the door.
But when he got out of the car, he saw that Victorino was already waiting for him at the door.
It was summer, and as soon as he got out of the car the heat hit him, Neto frowned hard and turned to Victorino.
Victorino, who also liked to wear white shirts for their cleanliness, had been standing for who knows how long, without a trace of sweat on his forehead, his face so calm that he seemed not to feel the heat.
Neto was a little unhappy.
He wiped his forehead with his hand and it really was a bit damp.
Neto asked him: “How come you’re not hot standing here?
Victorino didn’t ask his head, his voice clear with a coldness, “I’m at peace inside, that’s why I don’t feel warm”.
Neto grunted at his words.
Now he could not keep quiet at all.
He didn’t say a word and followed Victorino inside, looking down he saw Victorino walking with footsteps all at the same distance and couldn’t help but mentally spit at Victorino for being so compulsive.
…
As they entered the lobby, Victorino poured Neto a glass of water: “Drink water.
When Neto touched the glass, he saw that it was hot water and was speechless.
If he were normal, he would have spat at Victorino again, but today he had come to see him for something very important, so he didn’t mind at all.
“I’ve come to see you about something, so tell me what’s wrong with Severo’s body”. Neto got straight to the point.
The main reason was that he knew Victorino’s character.
If he went off the deep end with Victorino, Victorino would not necessarily understand.
Victorino took a sip from his glass of water before saying, “I knew what you meant when you called me, so I waited outside.
At Victorino’s words, Neto’s heart froze.
“What’s wrong with him?” Neto’s voice was a little shaky.
Victorino’s serious, stereotypical face seemed more intimidating than Severo’s, and now he was truly afraid of Victorino.
Victorino said faintly: “He wouldn’t let me tell you”.
He had actually disapproved of what Severo was doing from the beginning, and that is why he said such a thing to Neto.
Severo’s situation was indeed bad, but it was not irreversible.
For Victorino, as long as he was alive, he would be able to think of a way out, but after one failed experiment after another, he too was a little nervous.
Neto rolled his eyes at her words: “You’ve said it all, so finish it”.
“Ask the gentleman, or let him talk to you himself. Victorino kept shaking his head.
Victorino had said nothing, and it could be said that in fact Victorino had said everything.
The fact that he did not deny it was a sign that it was indeed true.
Neto understood what Victorino meant, and it seemed that Victorino was not going to help Severo to continue hiding it.
“I know.” Neto said with a serious face, and got up to leave.
Before leaving, he still took a sip of the hot water that Victorino had served him as a courtesy.
As soon as he left the villa, he called Severo.
Before the call was answered, he hung up and called Allyce.
Allyce was quick to reply.
“Neto, did you get the question?”
Neto answered honestly: “No”.
Allyce’s face was lost, she had already guessed that this would be the result.
But the next moment, he heard Neto say: “Victorino told us to ask Severo.
“Does it mean that there is something really wrong with Severo’s health?” The meaning in the words Neto conveyed was quite clear.
“Well, I’m going back to the office, you decide”.
Neto hung up the phone, in a slightly irritated mood.
It couldn’t be a terminal illness, could it?
Shit!
Severo’s life is so big, he’s been all over the world in the last few years, terrorist attacks, murderers …, everything, and he’s been fine!
Although he was talking to himself, he was still a little distracted.
The fact is that his mobile phone rang once again.
He didn’t even look at the caller ID, so he just picked up the phone: “Hello? Tell me what’s going on.
A honeyed male voice rang out on the other end of the line: “Third brother!