Cut your fingers and apologize?!

This TM is using Lao Tzu to establish authority, and it is using Lao Tzu's fingers to stand up in front of this fox-smelling Arab, expressing his own power. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info old Jack was full of bitterness, but he still didn't dare to resist anything, the old man sitting opposite, he was a 'monster' who ate both black and white, and would tremble when he stomped his feet.

Anger, fear, bitterness, and even a hint of inexplicable detachment welled up in his heart, and Old Jack pulled out a knife from the back of his crotch, gritted his teeth, and slashed it on the little finger of his left hand.

There was only a click, and the phalanges of the man's left hand were broken, leaving his master's torso. It resembled the tip of a half-cut turnip, and under the initial force, it rolled a small arc on the table with a snort, and then was gently pinched by a slender finger.

"Hey, I said ......" A voice came abruptly and intricately in the serious and cold atmosphere that had been deliberately created by one of Old Jack's fingers. The owner of the voice was the chieftain of the tribe named Faisal ibn, who had not been able to speak since he entered the door, and when he raised his head, there was something in his eyes that seemed to be a smile, and his nostrils were slightly open with the twitching of his face: "What are you doing, what are you doing!" …… What about acting, and cutting your fingers, who will show it...... Brother came here today just to ask you about one person, what is the matter. Look what you've done, cut your fingers, cut your fingers, you know how to cut your fingers all day long, I've watched too many movies, and you still talk about the state of etiquette, I'm phew! Who to scare?! Why don't you die...... My poor old Jack, does it hurt, come, brother blows you ......"

As the man spoke, the other side was already standing up. He was speaking the standard native South Vietnamese dialect at this time, and his words were so rounded that he could not be heard as Arabic at all, and it was very different from his previous lame speeches. And most importantly, because of his emotional excitement, when the spit was flying, he got carried away. With a casual habitual movement, he threw the fluffy curly wig on his head, which represented the Arab symbol, on the table. At the same time, even the fake beard that was sticking to the face was half quietly opened and slid down to the lips because of the richness of the facial expressions, and the scene was a little embarrassing for a while.

Then the atmosphere of the box froze for a second, and then froze - the man who called himself the chief of Ibn was clearly being disguised. The bodyguards named Ah Jin and Moray who were standing in the corner immediately pulled out their pistols and turned to the man with their back to them. The man was still talking menacingly, and he looked unforgiving, and one leg was already on the bench. When I was looking down to speak, I suddenly saw the wig set on the table that I couldn't help but grab and throw down, and I was a little stunned for a while......

"Ahem, ahem, look at what I'm doing, what should I do, what, here's a rule that you are not allowed to wear a wig set......"

The image of the man who took off his wig and beard in the eyes of everyone suddenly flipped upside down, and the person in front of him was almost a standard Oriental race, but because he had made up before, played an Arab person, and his eyeliner was too deep and looked a little like a play.

"You are not Faisal ibn, who is your Excellency?"

"If you don't change your name, you don't change your surname, and you will have the right to gather Chi Xue Yijie...... Ahhhh......h Let me ask you, do you know this person? Griffiths, who has completely leaked his image, let go, after he put down the group of Arabs, and then pretended to be their identities to conduct business, since he successfully mixed up with the black gold headquarters that the Lang Son City police have been unable to find for many years, and saw the black gold boss himself, he was happy, and there was no reason not to ask about Hao Er Zhongtai.

But the warmth of human affection requires the accumulation of feelings, and the sixty-year-old man named Heijin deliberately created a strong and serious iron-blooded atmosphere for half a day a few minutes ago, wanting to gain more initiative for the business of the Arab side. It's just that I didn't expect things to change so quickly, I was just dazzled, who was this nervous Asian man in front of me, and what was it.

What the hell is Koji Zhongtai?

"Dare to go wild in the black gold headquarters, boy, so daring!" Hei Jin, who was wide and fat, shook off the chaotic emotions in his mind, and put on a calm and ruthless posture as the boss, and the skin and flesh on his face trembled: "It seems that you didn't hear what I said before...... The state has national laws and family rules, since you dare to spread wild here, you should have the consciousness of taking responsibility......" The man leaned back and embedded himself in the sofa, his face remained unchanged, and he patted the leather armrest on one side: "Ah Jin, moray eel, teach him a lesson!" ”

Shots rang out, and the sound of 'knock', 'knock', 'knock' was hidden behind the sound of gunpowder crackling, one, two, three......

Then the light and shadow intertwined, and something fell like a puppet.

The sound passed through the closed compartment of the box and went outside, muffled, like a muffler. However, this is the base camp of black gold after all, and any disturbance will cause alarm, not to mention the blatant but unknown gunfire without warning.

Sure enough, almost at the moment when the muffled sound came out, outside the box, on the open platform of the entire basement, the members of Black Gold who were exercising or wandering around heard the gunshots and looked at each other, and quickly gathered over. There was a middle-aged man who probably had a lot of status and prestige in the black gold, and seemed to be a little concerned about the comfort of the helper, strode to the door of the box, and knocked on the wooden door of the box with his fingers: "Mr. Black Gold, Mr. Black Gold, are you okay?" ”

After a second or two, the old man's voice came from inside the door, which sounded calm and flat: "It's nothing, it's just a matter of showing the guns to the distinguished guests, you all go down." ”

However, when the man heard the old man's answer, instead of withdrawing as he was told, he went further and approached the door lightly. He hunched over and listened for a while, then cautiously turned half of his body and gestured to the Black Gold member who was following behind.

Then some of the people who had gathered before deliberately made some sounds, talking in twos and threes, and walked towards the distance, as if they were really broken up by the voice of the old man coming from the room. And more people, on the contrary, approached the entire box lightly, inside and out, surrounded by several heavy. Pose and get ready to break in.

Obviously, there are obviously some unknown codes between Heijin and the middle-aged people outside the door, and Heijin's reply before seems to be no problem, but it secretly conveys the opposite message - they mix in the dark world, they always think that they are an underground party, cautious, like code words, and always think that there are untouchables who want to kill him. God knows if an inconsequential word or way of speaking, or pause, can be given a ghostly meaning by them in an answer.

And this time, Black Gold's caution and code obviously made a big difference.

……

The gaze turned back to the soft and comfortable decoration of the box.

Griffith folded the 'corpses' of the two brothers, Ah Jin and Moray Eel, and put them in the corner, and the two bodyguards who had been hired for a lot of money were knocked down a second before they were about to play their role, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and only one of the guns in their hands fell on the floor and landed at Griffith's feet, and he picked them up. The other was scattered by some kind of force, shattering to the ground, and black pieces of iron were scattered everywhere.

In just five seconds, the moment Black Gold's command fell, Griffith turned keenly, took a step to the left, grabbed the heads of Ah Jin and Moray Eel, and slammed them into the middle......

The sudden sound of gunfire fell suddenly, and the two of them fired several shots with their fingers twitching, and the bullets shattered teacups, pages, and some into the oak. Griffith jumped around the room like a clown a few times, the gunfire stopped, he touched his body with his left hand, and there seemed to be no sign of being hit, and finally he breathed a long sigh of relief - he was scared to death! In an instant, a 'dense' stream of bullets rained down on him......

After cleaning up Arkin and the conger eel, Griffith slapped the cuffs and placket of his shirt up and down and sat back in his seat. He held the gun he had just picked up in his hand, and continued to speak, the muzzle of the black hole swayed a little lightly as his lips opened and closed, which made the old man named Heijin look extremely embarrassed under the muzzle.

"Young man, you don't know what you're doing...... snapped, and the black butt of the gun slammed into the old man's somewhat wrinkled forehead, and he leaned back. The old man's forehead quickly turned red, he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his anger, and just looked at him coldly. The other old man sitting beside him and the old Jack by the door looked at the old man who had been beaten down with the butt of a gun in disbelief, and were silent.

“…… Don't try to make big news, old man, don't bother, your set is all leftovers from my play, learn to cut your fingers, play intimidation, I bah! The man with the gun was still not knowing whether he was alive or dead, he picked up the glass with half a glass of whiskey on the table in front of Heijin, and drank it with a clatter: "The state of etiquette is too lazy to care about you because of your urine, I'll tell you...... Where is Koji Zhongtai? ”

The Asian man who had thrown away his wig cover and beard sat in front of Hei Jin in front of him, whether he was reckless or fearless, and opposite him were two skinny old men in white meticulous suits. Behind him, near the door, old Jack, who had recently broken the little finger of his left hand, covered his severed finger and stood at a loss, blinking.

"Why, dumb, I don't want to talk about it, I don't know ...... Think again, think again......"

When Griffith was interrogating everyone in the secret room, outside the box, the elite members of Black Gold were gradually gathering, and the middle-aged man knocked on the door outside the room, he asked, Griffith nudged his mouth, and motioned for Black Gold to reply. Then the old man opened his mouth and told them to go back.

However, just outside the box, the strangely behaved Asian man couldn't see it. More than a dozen heavily armed members of the Black Gold have surrounded the entire box. They all pressed their guns neatly in their hands, and the safety was open, all facing the direction of the door.

Hei Jin, who was in the room and was being held to the head with a gun, obviously knew everything that was happening outside the room, although they were held hostage by the young man in front of him for some reason, but he had been in the black and gold for so many years, how could he wait. As long as there is an opportunity, all it takes is Old Jack to find the right time to open the wooden door a crack, and the heroic black and gold warriors outside the door will be the first to smash the boastful bastard sitting on the table in front of him.

Thinking of this, the old man named Heijin put his hands on the table and slowly crossed them together, looking more calm and steady. His gaze narrowly glanced over Old Jack's eyes, who were behind Griffith, out of reach of his eyes, and nodded heavily at the old man.

So far, there is only one opportunity missing......

……

After communicating with Griffith in Arabic bird language, Hikaru Tokugawa sat on the bus, pinching his phone and touching his head in a daze.

The bus he took took took the city ring road, and the bus resources were relatively abundant, so the bus was not crowded.

However, after he quarreled with someone on the other end of the phone in Arabic that he didn't understand, the passengers in the entire carriage subconsciously avoided turning their heads with subtle expressions.

The head of the Tokugawa family turned a blind eye, his expression remained unchanged, he turned his hand and looked at his watch, looked up at the station chart in the carriage for a while, and finally took out the newspaper and looked at it by the light by the window.

When the bus arrived at Xinmatun, Mitsumasa Tokugawa got off the bus and hailed a taxi. His mobile phone has a GPS positioning function, but it is not himself who is located, but the big demon Griffith.

Guided by GPS instruments, Mitsumasa Tokugawa soon found the Jockey Club called Thai Armor. He used some means to enter the monitoring room of the underground garage, found the route of Griffith and his party and the room where they finally parked, and then finally entered the special parking room with some wasted hands.

Because of Griffith's signal guidance, he knew in advance that there was a mechanism hidden in this parking room, and Tokugawa Hikaru took a relatively careful look at this place.

He is a genius of the Tokugawa family in the past dynasties, a fourth-order martial artist, and he has the intention to find it, although the organs are exquisite, but they have not stopped Tokugawa Mitsumasa for too long.

Fifteen minutes later, the floor with Mitsumasa Tokugawa and the taxi triggered the garage mechanism and slowly sank into the ground. When he reached the ground, the head of the Tokugawa family pushed the door and walked out, and he stood there for a moment, then took out a short knife with the word "Hideharu" engraved on the handle of the knife from the trunk of the back seat.

Then, in the distance as far as the Tokugawa family head could see, a black crowd surrounded a black house. The men were armed with guns, and someone had already looked over and spotted him, and there were people shouting and gathering in the square.

"Wow, that's so lively......"