Knock knock!

"Why are you here?" Mike opened the door, looking lazy.

"Mike, I'm here for something to talk about. ”

"Well, sit down. Townsey! Serve this brother a glass of champagne. ”

"Huh? Boss, isn't this guy the Asian? Why did you get this guy over again?" said Towndy with champagne on the counter.

"Don't ask, and, Gary, next time you go to the bar, can you please not knock on the door? like a fucking hillbilly!" Mike was very polite, and did not treat Dewey as a big guest at all.

"Well, okay, I won't say more nonsense, I'm here today, I'm asking for drawings. ”

"Ahh Sorry dude. ”

Towndy brought a glass of champagne, glanced at Dewey fiercely, and shook his head.

"I said Mike, can we stop going around in circles? I've come all the way here, isn't it good to drink?"

Mike tilted the corners of his mouth and raised his eyebrows, "Oh, then there is really no way, my brother doesn't even mean to drink, so I won't accompany you?"

"No, man, I'm really here to ask for the drawings, okay?" Dewey sat down next to Mike, "it was Shaw who told me that you have three layers of drawings under the gold." ”

"What gold? Who is gold? What kind of bird thing is three floors underground, please, you came all the way here to talk nonsense to me, what can I do, go back!

Without giving Dewey the slightest face, Mike got up and walked into the house.

"Hey, hey, Mike!"

"What the do you mean!" Dewey smashed the wine glass in his hand with one hand, his hand already behind his waist and ready to draw his gun.

"Fucking Nima! You're fucking shitty! How the fuck do you dare to try it?" Townsy pulled out an old-fashioned shotgun from under the counter and loaded it like a 19th-century western cowboy. At the same time, several thugs in the bar also stood up and drew their guns and pointed at Dewey.

"Dude, you're so daring!" a black man standing to the right of the counter pointed a gun at Dewey, apparently from the same boat.

"Listen! Mike! My brother has been in the hands of that bastard of Kim for almost a year! Life and death are uncertain! I'm here today, it's all Xiao telling me, you still don't fucking believe it? Lao Tzu is desperate to save your bullshit brother Xiao, in the end, Lao Tzu wants to fucking shoot Lao Tzu, right?!Come on! Shoot! You fucking shoot!" Dewey almost exploded, to be honest, he had never seen himself so foul, "You! fucking come! Shoot Lao Tzu to death!"

Dewey stepped forward and grabbed the muzzle of the black man's gun, which had just been arrogant, and pressed it against his head, "Shoot! When Lao Tzu went to war, you were still eating at home!"

The whole bar was silent, as if it were dumb, and a second, two, almost a minute passed, and no one spoke. Mike just stopped at the counter.

Mike turned sideways and slowly walked over to Dewey, and they were basically nose to nose, "Boy, you listen to me, you're you, I'm me, you can't go crazy on my turf, don't use Shaw as a shield." Also, I repeat, I don't have any bird drawings. Mike spoke word by word.

After saying that, Mike waved his hand and asked the few people around him to put down their guns, "Also, don't fucking think that you've been on the battlefield and you're not a big deal, I've killed more people than you've eaten." Mike unbuttoned his shirt and tore it open.

Dewey's eyes were staring, and in addition to the thick chest hair and the totem tattoo on his left chest, there were three bullet holes in his right chest!

Oh my God, it was really Dewey's surprise, could it be that in this era, the gangsters have fought more battles than the army, compared to the scars on this body, the two bullet holes on Dewey's body are nothing at all!

Mike took off his shirt and turned to show off a few scars on his back.

"Stop, stop, I'm leaving!" Dewey shook his arms and left under the gaze of several people.

Walking on the country road, Dewey grabbed his hair in distress and kicked the stones at his feet. What kind of play are Shaw and Mike singing?

When he returned to his residence, he couldn't figure it out, and now Dewey's brain was a mess!

Two days later, Dewey was taking a shower in the house, accompanied by the noise of the shower head, he seemed to hear someone knocking on the door outside the door, he closed the bath bomb He shower, and after two seconds there was a knock on the door, he wrapped up his bathrobe and put on slippers, and walked to the living room, it was already half past twelve!

Dewey gently took out an M1911 from the drawer of the coffee table, pulled the bolt of the gun, hid the gun behind him, and walked to the door step by step, looking at the cat's eye with one eye.

Damn, it turned out to be Shaw.

"You're scared me to death! It's the middle of the night, and I thought it was someone from A18 who came to the door!!" Dewey breathed a sigh of relief, and went straight to the living room, throwing his gun on the couch.

"Are you embarrassed to say, I burst your phone, you don't fucking answer, I think you're fucking dead!"

"I'm taking a shower, where can I hear me?"

"Don't argue, don't talk, you can go with me to Play Boy now, you quickly change your clothes!"

"Lao Tzu didn't go to see Mike's old bastard! Why? Did you suddenly find out that bullshit drawing hidden under his bed? It's ridiculous! Stupid! Disgusting!"

"Hey, I found out, you kid beat a rake? Lao Tzu ventured to A18 to grab the drawings, and it wasn't for you? You are good, that day in the bar, like a bully, can we restrain ourselves on other people's turf? You didn't die that day because your ancestors accumulated virtue, okay? You knocked over Mike's favorite champagne, you know!"

Dewey stopped talking, and he admitted that he had acted excessively that day because of his impatience. "But..."

"Nothing! You change your clothes and get me out!"

Dewey didn't say much, but felt a little guilty.

"Ouch! Mike! meet again!" said Shaw, who led Dewey into the bar through the main entrance, and it was past 2 o'clock in the evening.

"Xiao, are you healed? Come in, come in. ”

Dewey looked at Mike, who was already ignoring him. Mike takes Dewey and Shaw into a small room.

"Okay, Mike, I'm not going to beat around the bush, I'm going straight to the point!"

"Okay, let's all sit down. Mike pulled out a stool and sat down on his own.

"Mike, my drawings..."

"Ahh ”

"Alas, you ....," Dewey stood up.

"Dewey! You're so rude!" Shaw was furious. Mike, ignoring Dewey, walked out of the room, and after a while, brought in a bag of what looked like a file bag.

"Shaw, this one next to you... Little brother, he has a big temper. Mike smiled and pulled several pieces of paper out of his bag.

"Mike, don't mind, it's all my fault, it's normal, I haven't explained much to him, this kid hasn't mixed up on the road, and he hasn't eaten the guns on the road! ”

"Hmph. Dewey lowered his head and played with his hands.

"Then let's make it clear here!" Mike handed Shaw a cigarette and lit it himself, "Mmmm, I have the drawings, what kind of person are you? Do you want to get your fucking consent? How can I be a little brother who came to me to ask for such an important thing directly, and still fucking spread wild? How could I give it to you?"

Dewey gritted his teeth and did not speak.

"If I hadn't looked at Xiao's face, you would have been... Damn it. Mike pulled out the gun from his leggings and placed it on the table, "And, man, you've been in South America, and I've been in the Middle East!" Mike rolled up his sleeves and pointed to the tattoo on his big arm, "Look at it?" H5978, the unit in which Lao Tzu served. ”

Dewey looked up, haha, it turns out that this old bastard is also a soldier.

"Boy, today, for Xiao's sake, this drawing is for you, take it to save your brother! I'll send Townsy to assist you! After saving you, let's go into the water and not get into the river, OK?" Mike said with a cigarette in his mouth, looking like an old bastard.

"Towndy, poof!!, just the fat pig at the bar, what can he kill with a rifle within 3 meters, don't let him follow me!" Dewey stood up, took the drawings, and left without saying a word.

"Hey! This kid, I'm really sorry for Mike. Shaw patted his face.

"Alas, leave him alone, let him go, this boy, it's only a matter of time before he suffers. Mike extinguished the cigarette butt.

With the drawings or something, Dewey and Shaw went home, and it was not too late to go to this Kington Building to do it!