"I was wearing a big bird on top of my pants, and it protruded like this, and the guy thought I had a gun in my pants, ahaha...... Randolph, you don't know, that guy was so scared that he peed his pants. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The girl sitting next to the man reached over with her right hand and touched it, with a "surprised" expression on her face, and her eyes were also like silk, as if she was conquered by his "big bird".

Opposite this man, the man called Randolph, with a bare head, wore only a t-shirt and a thin leather coat on his upper body in the December weather, and his exposed fingers, the backs of his hands, and the tattoos all over his neck, which looked extremely hideous.

took a sip of the wine brought by the girl next to him, and after putting it down, he said: "Marcella, last month I had a batch of goods eaten by the people of your Anti-Smuggling Bureau, do you know which guy it is?"

The man who was flirting with the girl next to him, when he heard Randolph's words, pulled his hand out of the girl's breast, wiped the thick eight-character nonsense on his lips and said, "I asked you about this matter, it shouldn't be my people." ”

Just as he was talking, this man named Marcella, the police badge that inadvertently flashed around his waist betrayed his identity.

Randolph, who wanted to say something more, walked quickly over the staircase with a big man, leaned over and whispered a few words, and then glanced at the staircase.

There were two men standing at the top of the stairs, and the Asian man turned his head as the hooked-nosed Randolph looked over.

As the boss of the SK-12, Randolph knew countless people, gangsters, business elites, political bigwigs, all kinds of people, but he couldn't see the origin of the Asian man at the top of the stairs.

The figure is neither fat nor thin, there are no "marks" on his face, and from his vicious eyes, the other party is not mixed with Nantes.

Because Randolph has a special ability, that is, he can recognize the other person even after three or five months if he looks at him, but he is sure that he has never seen the other person.

Nodding slightly, he motioned for the people over there to let them come.

Fang Yuanshan at the top of the stairs walked towards this side step by step, looking directly at Randolph with his eyes, until he walked to the opposite side of him, and sat down as if no one was sitting next to him.

"Ah~"

Several girls on the sofa were squeezed by him, and an exclamation came out of his mouth, and the man with the police badge on his waist frowned even more.

Randolph leaned forward, looked at Fang Yuanshan's face carefully with a curious look, raised his head and said, "Hey, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Nothing, just to see what Randolph Sara looks like. ”

"Hahaha......"

Hearing Fang Yuanshan's words, all the people around laughed, and Marcella, who had a mustache, even quipped: "Boss Sarah, there are still people in Nantes who don't know what you look like, I think you should go to an advertisement tomorrow and print your face on the billboard." ”

After saying that, Marcella laughed first.

At his joke, Randolph's face twitched, and his eyes looked at him gloomily, so frightened that the man opposite immediately stopped laughing.

After a murderous look frightened the men and women around him to shut up, Randolph stared at Fang Yuan's mountain eyes, stretched out his tongue and licked his upper lip, and said with a smile: "Now that people have seen it, what are you going to do?"

Just as he was talking, a lot of guns stretched out from the top partition, secretly aiming at Fang Yuanshan who was sitting on the sofa.

Fang Yuanshan raised his wrist and glanced at it, the expression on his face suddenly became violent, revealing a cruel smile and said, "The Black Astringent Society will always be just the Black Astringent Society, he will not become the mainstream of this world." ”

Seeing Fang Yuanshan's calm temperament, Randolph on the other side subconsciously felt that something was wrong, and asked with a gloomy face, "Who are you?"

"Who I am, you'll find out soon. ”

"Jingle Bell ......"

At this time, the mobile phone on the crystal coffee table rang, and a girl hurriedly picked it up for him, and Randolph Sara took it and took a look, with a puzzled look on his face, and put it to his ear and fed: "What's wrong?"

"Boss, no, we've been attacked, ah......"

"Pong, Pong......"

"Click~"

As the call ended, Randolph Sarah, who was holding the mobile phone, turned cloudy, suddenly reached out and took out a silver-gray pistol from his waist, pointed at Fang Yuanshan on the opposite side and said viciously: "Say, did you do it?"

The bodyguard standing behind Fang Yuanshan was just about to make a move, and his head was pointed at several pistols at the same time.

"I suggest you look at the window before deciding whether you want to put your gun down or not. ”

Seeing Fang Yuanshan's calm and terrifying expression, Randolph Sara's heart jumped wildly, and he gestured with his eyes.

At this glance, the subordinate almost didn't throw away the gun, only to see that No. 8 Street, which was usually very lively at this time, there was not even a single person at this time, there were only explosion-proof cars with police lights turned off, and heavily armed soldiers.

"Boss, we're surrounded. ”

"What?"

Originally, he was staring at Fang Yuanshan Randolph Sarah, but just hearing this sentence, he bounced up from the sofa in fright, and rushed to the window in three steps and two steps.

"Look~"

When Randolph Sara saw the outside from the corner of the curtain, he almost fainted, and slowly lowered the corner of the curtain, and turned his head to look down at the hall on the first floor.

This glance made his eyes black again, and he saw that the hall on the first floor, which was originally noisy and lively, was only three or two big cats and kittens left, and although the strippers in the middle of the dance floor were still performing hard, their audience was gone.

"Say, who the hell are you? If you don't say it, the labor-management will shoot you. ”

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Fang Yuanshan on the sofa clapped his hands and stood up, and sneered: "It is worthy of being the boss of SK-12, it is really a little bold, when he is dying, he doesn't want to wag his tail and beg for mercy, and there is still time to threaten me here, admire and admire ......"

"You ......"

Randolph Sara wanted to pull the trigger, but he didn't dare, and although he had more and more members in Nantes for more than ten years, he was also more and more afraid of death.

He has hundreds of millions of euros in assets at UBS, and he has dozens of mistresses in Nantes, Bari, Tours, and Bordeaux, and he hasn't enjoyed enough, so he is very afraid of death.

I thought carefully about what I had done recently.

Selling drugs? That's all done by the street boys, and it has nothing to do with him, Sarah.

Do they still need to abduct and sell the SK-12? Some women are short of money for them to drive.

Don't be funny, that thing is poisonous and profitable now? Even if there is a chance, Randolph Sara will not touch it, that is the last bottom line for the government to tolerate him.

Thinking about it, he didn't think he had any way to die in the past, but now if he stubbornly resists the army to the end, he will probably be killed on the spot, and he won't even have a chance to go to the court.

What can the other side do now? It is nothing more than illegal possession of firearms, and it is a big deal to pay a fine and ransom, what else can it do?

Thinking of this, Randolph Sara threw the gun in his hand on the ground in a shameless manner, and at the same time ordered his men to let go of Fang Yuanshan's bodyguards.

"I don't know where this gentleman is, the army, the secret police, the Ministry of Internal Affairs?"

Fang Yuanshan on the sofa was still like that, looking at him coldly, and asked after a while, "Tell me, who went to harass the residents of Kuelon No. 56?"

"Cuelon 56?"

Randolph Sara thought quickly in his mind, and for a moment a flash of inspiration crossed his mind, and asked, "Are you talking about the house on the Loire?"

Seeing the corners of Fang Yuanshan's mouth curled, he hurriedly said: "Hey, listen to me, that incident is just a misunderstanding, I did fall in love with her bracelet, but I just want to spend money to buy it." ”

"Oh, how much are you going to spend?"

Fang Yuanshan had a funny expression on his face, there was a gang leader, and there were orphans and widows, in this case, how many people were willing to spend a lot of money to buy it?

"Well...... this"

Seeing the smiling expression on Fang Yuanshan's face, Randolph Sara seemed to understand what he meant, and pretended to have a painful expression and said, "As long as you let me go, I am willing to pay one million euros...... No, two million euros. ”

"Oh~"

"Five million, I'm willing to give five million. ”

"Oh?"

"Ten million! I, Sarah, like to make friends the most, as long as you let me go, I will pay all the funds for today, and give you ten million euros privately. Looking at the military police in the hall below, Randolph Sara said eagerly.

"No wonder everyone likes to mess around, it's so rich. ”

Hearing Fang Yuanshan's words, a smile appeared on the face of the bodyguard standing behind him.

Downstairs, the heavily armed military police approached step by step with shields in hand, and the sounds of "safety" and "safety" were clearly distinguishable in the sound of heavy metal music.

When they saw that the people upstairs had lost their weapons, the military police rushed upstairs and quickly took control of the scene. Including Randolph Sarah, the biggest leader of the Nantes Gang Club, they were all mercilessly thrown to the ground.

"Hey, let go of me, I'm a cop, I'm just here on a mission......" The disarmed bearded man writhed back and forth on the ground.

"Click~"

"Ah......h

These military policemen don't care who he is, a scissors hand down, he suddenly cried and called his mother.

At this moment, a young man dressed in an orthodox suit and meticulously combed hair walked up from downstairs, and it was Thomson Dassault, the young owner of the Dassault Group.

(To be continued.) )