Chapter 1311: 1311
"Good evening, mayor . "
Cook smiled and greeted Syro Derl .
Syro Derl's gloomy eyes shined with ruthlessness when he saw the smile on Cook .
He knew Cook but was not truly familiar with him .
All Syro Derl knew about Cook was that his identity was that of an 'ancient coin dealer' and that he was at most a little bit smarter than others .
As for more?
Before this moment, he didn't know any more .
Cook was like any other dealer or merchant, greedy and stingy .
But now, Syro Derl related him to more; like Carlo, Kairo and Annie Penny Lynne's disappearance, and Quaker Wilberst and Aimor Morr's deaths .
"It was you?" Syro Derl questioned coldly .
"Are you referring to your nephews, Annie Penny Lynne and Aimor Morr? That's right; it is what you think . I did it . Even until now, Annie Penny Lynne's taste is still unforgettable . It's too bad… that she's too weak, similar to your two nephews; all of them can't stand a bit of suffering . "
Cook smiled and shrugged his crotch, his flabby belly also shaking following the action .
"So the mistakes that the idiot Hardy Lynne made, it was all your handy work?" Syro Derl asked .
"En, but not entirely…" Cook nodded and continued, but before he could finish, another laser beam fired at him .
However, Cook, reacting as though he had foreseen the outcome, moved his fat body with an agility that didn't match his physique . He tiptoed and twisted his body, and the laser grazed his body .
"It's meaningless for this kind of harsh treatment . I am here to make a sincere deal with you . "
Cook looked at the laser installed on the other end of the wall and curled his lips, looking disdainful, but when he looked at Syro Derl again, his disdain shifted into flattery, like the cunning smile of a businessman .
"What deal?" Syro Derl asked .
His voice and expression didn't change, as if the laser that fired wasn't his doing .
"Your research! I am also quite interested in this whole immortal business . Of course, no one can resist the temptation of being immortal, just like those important figures who protected you 30 years ago . You people used humans as live subjects for experiments, yet that massive accident happened . But you somehow survived, and your career rose to a prominent state . Too bad none of the others made it today . " Cook stated his intentions straightforwardly .
He then pretended to exclaim about the incident, but unfortunately, his exclamations and smiling face had zero persuasiveness .
Syro Derl stared at Cook . He was trying to determine whether he was lying or not, but Cook's face, swollen from the excessive fat on his body, made it hard, and Syro Derl couldn't see anything useful .
Soon, Syro Derl gave up his fruitless attempt .
Whether Cook was telling the truth or not, he would not grant Cook's wish .
Want him to hand over his research?
Impossible!
Other than Syro Derl himself, no one would get their hands on his research, including those crucial figures who protected him before .
Had they really died of old age?
Some yes, some . . . no .
"You want my research? What are you trading for it?" Syro Derl had made up his mind but pretended to ask .
"Trade? Do I hear it right? Isn't all this obvious enough? What else is more precious than your life?"
Cook laid his hands open, turned his body sideways, and pointed at Syro Derl in the container and then at himself; his meaning was obvious .
"Yes, life is the most precious . Otherwise, I wouldn't be seeking immortality . " Syro Derl nodded as though he was willing to compromise .
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