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    ?As a businessman and a mafia, the pursuit is naturally to maximize profits. Spending a little money and recruiting a valuable boxer can not only bring a steady stream of wealth, but also provide some guarantees for one's own safety.

    He also had a good conversation with the Jews. Seeing that the matter had been finalized, and seeing his son stumbling up, and saying these words, Kabok's heart was half cold.

    Harold, who was holding a wine glass at the side, also felt a little cold. Is it hard to say if the negotiated price is good, but I am still here?

    ?¡­.In the Chinese dialect, isn¡¯t this a scam.

    When he put down his glass tremblingly, Kabok behind the desk also put down his glass. He didn't seem to notice the expression of the Jews, but just looked at his embarrassed son.

    "Mr. Harold and I have already negotiated. How did you anger him?"

    The young man sitting on a cushioned short-back chair, the powder he had taken before had faded away, and now he was much more awake. Thinking of what he was doing, he wanted to slap himself, especially in the back street of the building, when the other party overturned a car,  Where is the appearance of a human being?  Recalling that scene, he looked at his father tremblingly, and lowered his voice.

    "Maybe I took something from him."

    On the other side, the nervous Harold breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, stood up and waved his hands, and said with a smile: "Tiger is actually quite sensible, return the things to him, and I will talk to him, and the matter will be resolved."  It's over, don't be so afraid, Mr Vickers."

    At the same time he said this, he heard "He also beat a woman from the Hua Kingdom."  .¡± Waiting for the words, Harold hurriedly sat back down again, squeezing out a smile.

    "That can't be persuaded, you are dead."

    Um?

    The father and son turned their heads silently and looked at the Jew sitting there with his hands and feet folded. The latter was stunned for a moment, coughed twice, and said quickly: "Well Actually speaking, I am just a manager.  I also don't like Asians in the East, but for the sake of money, I have no choice but to endure."

    The father and son turned their eyes away again. Vickers was probably in a hurry. He pressed the table to let his father find a way.

    "Father, did you just watch me get killed?" the young man shouted.

    Harold looked at them, his heart was almost in his throat, he crept up, moved to Vickers, and muttered in a low voice.

    "Looking at your father's posture, there should be an illegitimate child outside."

    "You!" Vickers looked at him, then turned to his silent father, his eyes widened, "Father?"

    The old man over there didn't speak, his fingers were pressed on the handrail, little by little, the breath in his heart hadn't gone down, and the boxer who had finally closed in was fighting back before he got his hand, wishing he could strangle this scoundrel to death on the spot!

    "Forget it, he is my son after all."

    Kabok took a deep breath, took the mobile phone and dialed the number, put it to his mouth, his voice hoarse and deep.

    "Lina, where have you been?"

    On the other side of the phone, a cold female voice came back: "I just got off the plane, and I have already got the things."

    "Deposit the things at the airport, I will send another person to pick them up, and immediately rent a helicopter to fly back and land on the roof. Something happened here."

    After hanging up the phone, the old man gave instructions to the other floors and departments of the building, adding another sentence: "Turn off the electricity."

    All of a sudden, the Spence thugs and security guards on all floors started to move, opened the iron cabinets one by one, took the weapons inside, and rushed downstairs amidst the sound of pulling the gun bolts.  Pulled the switch.

    The brightly lit building was quickly extinguished from the top floor, and the whole building stood dead silent in the rainy night. Occasionally, a few flashlights swayed inside and shone outside, and a figure flashed through the rain.

    "that person?"

    "Don't go there, guard the stairs, and don't care about any other movement."

    The thug had a flashlight in one hand and a gun in the other hand, staring at the outside gate vigilantly. At this time, he had already left work. There was no one else in this building, and it was easy to distinguish the enemy from us.

    Bang Dang~~

    There was a sudden sound of glass breaking nearby, and the muzzles of several guns immediately turned to the direction of the sound. Several bodyguards and thugs guarding the stairs looked at each other, and retreated to the stairwell tacitly.

    In the corridor outside, a figure quietly walked through the shadows, and at the moment when the few people retreated, a hand suddenly flashed the light of a flashlight."You go first." The blond woman moved her fingers, took off the windproof cap on her head, let go of her blond hair, walked to the middle with her slender legs, and similarly provocatively hooked her fingers at the man opposite, waving  With a punch, it was like a lioness pounced towards the opposite side.

    at the same time

    Kabok went to pull his son to the cabin, and Harold, who was held up by him with a gun, suddenly turned his head away from the gun, reached out and hugged the old man's arm, put his feet away, and borrowed the weight of his whole body,  Pulling the opponent down from the hatch, the deflected gun body, the old man fell in weightlessness, and suddenly pulled the trigger.

    Boom¡ª¡ª

    Immediately, the sound of gunfire resounded through the roof.

    The young man climbing the hatch covered his waist, stared blankly, and slowly lowered his head. The fabric on his waist was dyed red, and there was a sharp tearing pain. The hard drive in his hand fell to the ground.

    "Fack"

    He gritted his teeth and cursed in pain.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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