"Elizabeth? Liza?"
Smith, dressed in a suit and smelling of alcohol, stepped out of the elevator and looked at the duo with some surprise.
Especially when he saw that Elizabeth was not wearing underwear, his eyes stared.
It was fine for Elizabeth not to wear underwear at home on weekdays.
But Smith would never allow her to walk out of the house dressed like this.
Luckily, the one standing with Elizabeth was Liza, if it were a different man, Smith's possessiveness would have driven him crazy on the spot.
"Dear ... you're back?"
Seeing this, Elizabeth immediately changed to a fawning face and said with a smile.
Currently she still needed to put on the appearance of a virtuous wife in front of Smith.
"What are you guys doing standing at the door?"
Smith asked with a puzzled face.
"We ..."
Elizabeth didn't know how to explain for a moment.
She also did not expect Smith to come home at this time.
"I originally wanted to come and visit you Mr. Smith, I wanted to ask how your injuries were, but you weren't home, so I chatted with Lady Elizabeth outside."
Just then Liza was the first to open her mouth to explain.
In the aspect of lying, she was more proficient than Elizabeth.
Since they had reached a partnership, it was natural for them to cooperate with each other as partners.
"Yes, that's how it happened."
Elizabeth echoed.
"So that's how it is, Elizabeth you are too unintelligent, guests should be invited into the home when they come, how can you let them stand outside?"
Hearing this, Smith frowned and accused Elizabeth.
Although he was a psychopath, he usually put on the appearance of a reasonable and elegant gentleman in front of outsiders.
This also made the neighbors in the apartment have a pretty good impression of him.
So in the midst of the apocalypse, the surrounding neighbors were happy to come to Smith's aid, which was why Smith was able to pit so many survivors in the midst of the apocalypse.
"Haha, Mr. Smith, you're too polite, I'm just stopping by to take a look, and had no intention of entering the house."
"Seeing that your injuries have healed, then I'm relieved, I'll go back first if there's nothing else."
Liza said with a smile, then walked towards the elevator.
Because of her memories from her last life, she didn't have a good feeling towards Smith, the pervert, either.
So there was no desire to stay with Smith for too long.
Since the cooperation with Elizabeth had already been reached, there was no need for her to stay on.
"Thank you for your concern, we'll get together again sometime."
Smith waved his hand at Liza.
The couple then watched Liza walk into the elevator.
Only after watching Liza's figure completely disappear into the hallway did Smith narrow his eyes and say to Elizabeth:
"Have you felt that Liza has been coming to us a bit frequently lately?"
Although they all lived in this apartment building, they were all just nodding acquaintances with each other and were not familiar with each other.
Liza had come to Smith twice in the past two days for no reason.
This caused Smith to have a hint of alarm.
"Indeed, but she also often comes to Ron, so perhaps she just wants to promote the relationship between neighbors."
Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders and said as if she didn't know.
"By the way, do you think Liza could have the necklace that Ron lost?"
Smith said in a playful tone.
Elizabeth couldn't help but stare when she heard this.
However, she saw Smith, who was covered in alcohol, stop talking and turn around to enter the home.
...
The next day.
"Tick-tock!"
At four in the morning, Ron was woken up by a ringing phone.
Ron annoyingly picked up his cell phone.
It was mobster Wilson calling.
"Wooo~zzzzzz~"
Ron picked up the phone and it was very noisy on the other end.
The sound of sirens could be heard vaguely.
Ron frowned, somewhat curious as to what Wilson was doing.
After a while, Wilson's voice appeared on the phone.
"Hello Ron, I have good news and bad news right now, which one do you want to hear first?"
"Good news?"
Ron said tentatively.
"The good news is that I've gotten you the arms you asked for and they're sitting in my trunk right now."
"And I'm already on the outskirts of town, so I can deliver the arms to you today."
Wilson's gruff voice said.
Ron's heart was delighted when he heard that.
I didn't expect the arms to arrive so soon.
"What about the bad news?"
Ron asked again.
"The bad news is that we're being watched by the damn police."
"Right now I'm followed by a police car, but luckily there's not enough police in the countryside and only one car is chasing us."
Wilson said breezily.
"You're not kidding, are you?" Ron said as he instantly lost his sleepiness and sat up.
"Ron old buddy, do you think I look like someone who would joke?"
"I'm calling to let you know that if we get caught, you'll still have to pay us this money."
"And it's only right that you pay for our bail as well!"
Wilson said with a smile.
As gangsters, they were very unreasonable.
Even if they were caught, they still wanted to screw Ron out of a fortune.
"Where are you, send me a location, I'll try to stop the police car."
Ron covered his face and said helplessly.
Although the police force in the suburb was insufficient in the early hours of the morning, the surrounding police would soon back up.
At that time, Wilson wouldn't be able to run away!
And the arms he had ordered would also be confiscated by the police.
The most annoying thing was that he didn't get the goods, but he still had to pay Wilson a sum of money for the arms.
Ron didn't want to be the wrongdoer.
So he wanted to drive the car himself, to intercept the police car, and buy Wilson a chance to escape.
"Kid, I have to say you have a lot of guts, actually want to intercept the police car, I appreciate you! It's a shame that you don't mix with gangsters!"
"I'll send you a locator, whether or not this batch of goods can be delivered to you safely depends on your own luck!"
Wilson on the other end of the phone laughed even louder.
He then hung up the phone.
Immediately after that Ron's cell phone received a positioning message.