This sentence is indeed true, there is no great hatred, Mitre will not do this, but it is related to his own life, either you die or he dies, there is no need to think about it at all.

"Yo, Mr. Ling, Mr. Zhang, you are finally here. I saw that Mitre was wearing a long mink, and the muscles in his chest and abdominal muscles were all exposed to the air, and his figure was very strong.

Ling Feihong was very envious of such a figure, and he also wanted to practice, but he was old, and he didn't rush in.

"Hello, Mr. Mittel. The two of them also lowered their bodies and shouted in a low voice.

"In my place, I don't need your politeness, let's play mahjong tonight and talk about making money!"

Hearing Mittel's words, the two were also happy in their hearts, and they were really looking for cooperation, depending on what the project was.

The cooperation between the rich and the rich is the rhythm of win-win, especially this kind of high-level, but in Tang Baobao's eyes, this is not on the table, and it can't affect the world situation, it is all small business.

Mitre led the two to the swimming pool in the manor, where there was already a mahjong table next to the pool, surrounded by tall bodyguards with their hands overlapped on their abdomen, and the whole scene gave people a strong sense of oppression.

This made Ling Feihong and Zhang Chi a little nervous, if such a scene appeared in the movie, it would basically be a dead rhythm.

"Sit, you're welcome. Mitre said with a smile, snapping her fingers, and a sexy-dressed maid came up with a cart with an iron bucket of ice and whiskey, and a wooden box next to it, which was supposed to be a fine Cuban cigar.

The lives of rich people are so bold that you can't imagine it.

The maid wore a sexy suspender suit, ten-centimeter black high heels, black net stockings, straight chest muscles, and that sexy vest line, full of power.

"Mr. Ling, Mr. Zhang, drink some. Mitre took the whiskey and cigar from the maid and lit it.

Ling Feihong and Zhang Chi smiled: "No need. ”

"Then smoke a cigar, this is no ordinary product. Mitre continued.

couldn't refuse, and the two of them pumped.

At Mittel's signal, the maid sat directly next to her to make up the number.

They play mahjong secondarily, and they mainly talk about business.

A round begins.

Ling Feihong asked as she snorted, "Mr. Mitre, did you call us over this time?"

Mitre seemed to be still looking at the cards, and chose to play a nine-cylinder for a long time: "It's nothing, it's just to tell you to come out and play." ”

Ling Feihong and Zhang Chi frowned tightly after hearing this, unable to understand what Mitre meant.

Zhang Chi's luck seemed to be good, he touched a 10,000 sheet, and then knocked it out.

Mitre was overjoyed: "It's mush!"

10,000 for a single hanging.

Zhang Chi was stunned for a moment, and said casually: "Mr. Mitre, we don't have the rules for firing guns here. ”

Hearing this, Mittel's happy face gradually retracted, and Zhang Chi also felt that he had said the wrong thing, and then he felt gravity in the back of his head, and his forehead smashed on top of mahjong, and his whole head buzzed.

Mitre smoked a cigarette lightly and watched the maid press Zhang Chi's head and slam it on the mahjong.

Zhang Chi's forehead suddenly bled out, and the whole person was stunned.

Ling Feihong on the side was not stunned, and she didn't know what to say.

Mitre spat out a puff of smoke: "You old men, are you really pedantic, rules?

"Mr. Mitre, what do you mean by that!" Ling Feihong reacted and questioned Mitre.

The maid grabbed the wine bottle on the cart and smashed it directly at Ling Feihong's head, the wine bottle was not broken, but Ling Feihong's fat body was smashed to the ground, and blood flowed on her forehead.

At this time, Zhang Chi also came to his senses, stretched out his hand and pointed at Mitre, this sexy maid is obviously not an ordinary character, holding Zhang Chi's hand with both hands and twisting it hard!

Yes!!!

Zhang Chi's right hand twisted at an incredible angle, and the whole person fell to the ground screaming.

Mitre stood up with a cigar in his mouth, picked up the wine glass, and slowly walked to Ling Feihong's side, stepping on Ling Feihong's cheek with a valuable leather shoe: "You guys, you're really tired." ”

Flicked the cigarette ash, and the gray-white soot slowly fell on Ling Feihong's suit, staining it, but the dazed Ling Feihong didn't know what was going on.

"You dare to touch me, a bunch of damn foreigners!" Zhang Chi didn't break his head, and watched Mitre roar.

Mitre gestured, only to see the maid grab the mahjong, first punch Zhang Chi in the abdomen, then grab the jaw, stuff the mahjong into Zhang Chi's mouth, and then cover it.

Zhang Chi's eyes widened, a feeling of suffocation made him have to swallow, the Adam's apple squirmed up and down, and it could be clearly seen that mahjong entered along the throat.

Mitre smiled evilly: "If you want to blame, you can only blame you, you provoked people who shouldn't be messed with!"

After speaking, the maid knocked the two of them unconscious, hooked her fingers at the person next to her, the body bag had already been prepared, and the two of them were loaded into it directly, and the big truck was also parked at the back door of the manor, Mitre had to deal with it personally this time, and he couldn't be careless.

Of course, the drivers of the two of them will also have to be disposed of, as well as the vehicles, and the evidence will be erased!

A Cadillac and a van drove directly to the port, where cargo ships were already waiting.

The knockouts were loaded into containers and hoisted onto the ship, which Mittel also boarded.

With a whistle, the cargo ship sailed out of the port and headed for Mexico.

At five o'clock in the morning, the cargo ship was already sailing on the endless sea, and there were four people lying on the deck at the bow, two of them had no signs of life, and two were Zhang Chi and Ling Feihong.

The sea was still a little cold in the early morning, and Mitre walked out in a heavy coat, followed by his younger brother, surrounded by crews, all fierce and vicious, such a scene seems to happen often.

"Wake up. Mitre said in Spanish.

A basin of cold water was poured on Ling Feihong and Zhang Chi, the two of them frowned, slowly opened their eyes, and the smell of seawater wafted into their noses, and it was a little cold.

And Mitre took out his mobile phone and started recording, he finished his work neatly, it is important to have evidence, and he can't disappoint the boss.

"Tie it up. Mitre shouted faintly.

Directly the two crew members brought iron balls, which were tied to iron chains and tightly tied to the legs of the two people.

"Mitre, what are you going to do!Where are we!" Ling Feihong felt a pain in her brain, but she still couldn't help but ask.

Mitre whispered, "It should be almost to the Pacific Ocean." ”

"Pacific ???" Ling Feihong was stunned.

(End of chapter)