However, something unexpected happened to Sam, Popper? As if he had not seen his own people being taught, Koster suddenly burst out laughing:

"It's up and down! Of course, I have the final say! But...... First of all, we have to see how good the goods are in your hands. △￠，”

Pope? Coster is certainly not a soft persimmon, but he had received a call from Joseph of the "Posano family" in advance, and from the other party's somewhat strange wording, he figured out something unusual. Originally, I wanted to test these unknown guys, but I didn't expect Ray and Elliott to be so tough, not only did they act blatantly, but they also didn't react to the muzzles of the surrounding guns pointed at their heads, and they didn't see any fear.

With his eyesight, of course, he could see whether these people were really fearless or forced to be calm, a group of cold and hard guys, which made him more careful.

"That's fine, it's ours. Mr. Koster, you can take a look at it first. ”

Ray nodded, motioning for Elliott to hand over the safe in his hand.

Pope? Koster waved his hand and told his men to put away their guns, and soon someone helped Manson out on the ground, took two safes and put them on his desk, opened them, and turned them in front of Pop.

Pope stuffed the cigar back into his mouth, took out a sky-blue pill bottle, unscrewed it and poured a pill into his hand, looking at the transparent flat round pill with the word "P" printed on it, holding it in mid-air and exuding a round luster, it was as delicate as a work of art.

Pop frowned:

"What is this? I've never seen it before, and what ingredients are it made of? ”

"It's normal not to have seen it, Mr. Coster. This is our latest top-of-the-line product 'Pandora' produced by the Ghost Pattern Association. It will only be sold to the public from now on. I promise. Just try our 'Pandora'. No one will ever be interested in anything else on the market. You should be able to understand what this means. ”

Ray continued to introduce in his unchanged tone, and he and Elliot stood straight at all times, not only did their expressions not change, but even their postures were exactly the same, exuding a cold aura from the inside out.

Seeing that the two sides were finally on the right track and started trading, Sam should have been able to relax, but he felt more and more uncomfortable. These guys from the Shadow Pattern Association around me. It gave him an indescribable weird feeling, always extremely cold and arrogant, without the slightest mood swing, as if he was not human at all.

These guys can't be robots, right......

Sam suppressed the cranky thoughts that surged in his heart, and unconsciously moved his body, always feeling that staying by Ray's side was like sitting on pins and needles, and even wanted to stay away.

In fact, it's not just him, even Pop? Coster also felt that something was wrong with the people in front of him, judging from his experience and vicious eyes, generally such guys were not soft bones to gnaw on.

The Ghost Pattern Society? What kind of wacky organization is this. I haven't heard of it at all?

Joseph? When Bossano called him, he was vague. But the fear of this organization is clearly audible.

Pope? Koster put the small transparent pill in his hand and played with it for a moment, then raised his head and commanded his subordinates:

"Let Mullen in."

Within two minutes, a thin, deep-set man with unrecognizable age was brought in, and with some nervous cringe, he walked around the rest of the room and approached Pope with a grimace:

"Mr. Koster, you're looking for me."

Pope put the crystal clear "Pandora" in his hand in front of him on the desk, raised his chin and gestured:

"Mullen, how about trying this out."

This weird guy called Mullen is a homeless man he found, and he has a bit of a big addiction, but he is particularly sensitive to all kinds of goods, so he was raised by Pop, and occasionally tries the quality of new goods, which can be regarded as an alternative expert, and it happens to come in handy today.

"Thank you, Mr. Coster."

Although the thin Mullen had never seen the pill in front of him, he did not have a look of fear, but picked it up and put it in his hand a little greedily, and couldn't wait to swallow it.

Under the gaze of everyone in the room, Mullen seemed to be a little unsatisfied, smashed his mouth, and smiled obscenely:

"Not so fast, sir, you know, the pills take effect a little slower, and there will be a reaction later."

Popcoste was clearly aware of this, and he pointed to the sofa in the living room:

"Sir, please take a seat, Sammy, you haven't introduced me yet."

Without waiting for Sam to reply, Ray shook his head and interrupted:

"It doesn't matter to us by name, Mr. Coste, if you want to call me Ray or Number One. Pandora's effective time is about 5 to 15 minutes, and the specific speed and reaction time varies from person to person, so I can use this time to tell you about the specifics of this business. Each standard container contains 10 tablets, and here there are 2 boxes of 200 bottles, which is 2,000 pills. The price we will give you will be $10 per capsule, and the retail guide price for you will be $20 to $30. If all goes well, we will provide you with 100,000 pills every month in the future......"

"What do you say? What is the retail guide price? ”

Pope? As if he had heard the funniest thing in the world, Coster couldn't help but burst out laughing again to interrupt Ray's speech. And he laughed louder and louder, and at one point he almost leaned forward and backward until he almost fell, and it took a long time to wipe his tears and straighten up.

What are these weird guys doing when they think they're doing?! Car dealership? Also retail guide price. The goods are in their own hands, and they get their hands on what price to sell, which is really the funniest joke I have heard this year.

The big-shouldered thugs apparently understood what Pop was laughing at, and they all looked sarcastic, as if they wanted to wait to see what the new idiots were doing.

Then Ray did not change his attitude because of Pop's laughter, he looked at the other man patiently, and until he stopped laughing, he continued to say unhurriedly:

"That's right, it's our guide retail price. Mr. Koster, you'd better do what we say. Because if you're selling at a price that's too high to sell out of your monthly rations, we'll gradually shift the rest of the supply to someone else, and then you'll have to face competitors – if you're willing to see that. ”

Damn idiot, not to mention whether these weird things of theirs work or not, how dare you threaten me?!

Feeling offended by his majesty, Pope finally showed his anger and slammed his fist on the table, making a loud "puff":

"Presumptuous! Don't give me self-righteousness! As long as you want to ship in Hamilton, you have to pop it by me? Koster has the final say! ”

As soon as the underground boss became angry, the thugs took out the guns in their pockets again as if they had heard an order, and pointed at a few people menacingly.

Sam only felt that he had been stimulated too much today, and almost wanted to grab Ray and Elliott by the neck and slap them a few times. What are these guys doing! Really be a popper? Is Coster a Yes Mister?! It's going to kill you!

However, looking at the few strange people in front of him, he felt a little worried from the bottom of his heart, and he could only think about it.

And Ray? Stein was still indifferent to the menacing gangster Pop, but for the first time, he smiled, shook his head, and said:

"You are wrong, Mr. Koster. The only reason we came to you was because of convenience. If you can't help us with the distribution quickly, you'll soon find out that your words aren't that effective. ”

Pope? Koster stared at the thunder in front of him, and he could almost see the green tendons on his forehead beating, which showed that he had completely lost his patience and stood on the verge of an outburst, and then he saw this big guy say word by word:

"Break their legs for me!"

As his words landed, the wolf-like thugs fired at the same time almost without hesitation.

"Bang bang bang!"

A flurry of gunfire rang out almost at the same time, and the thick smell of gunpowder filled the air.

Then something creepy happened to Pop and Sam, and they almost saw a flash of human figures, Ray and Elliott had disappeared in place, and all the bullets landed in the air, bouncing out shallow craters on the concrete floor, and then bouncing off in all directions, whistling through the air, and startling them to duck down.

When the chaotic movement passed, when the two got up to look, they saw that the few thugs who had originally raised their guns to shoot had all rolled to the ground in pain, and standing beside them were Elliot and Samuel, who were holding guns in their hands. These two demons who maintained their human form were still strong, far from being hurt by these thugs, and at this time, they even stepped on the thugs on the ground with their feet, and looked at the frightened Pop together.

Elliott stared at the gangster with a grim expression, holding two guns in one hand, the tooth-tingling sound of steel grinding and squeezing resounded in the room, and the two hard Glock 17s were deformed and combined by the thick knuckles, constantly blending and compressing, and finally turning into a pile of strange and twisted ball-like objects.

Elliot flipped his palm as if nothing had happened, opened it, and the scrap metal rolled to the ground with a thud.

Any human with a modicum of common sense will know what it takes to squeeze a gun with bare hands to the level it takes to achieve the level in front of you!

Pop who saw it all with his own eyes? There was no trace of blood on Coste's face, but he soon realized that something more terrible was yet to come, and his panicked expression instantly froze.

Because he finally woke up, there seemed to be one less person in front of him.

A white and slender palm suddenly stretched out from behind him, entered the line of sight, gently wrapped around his neck, and then took off the remaining half of the cigar in his mouth, and clenched it tightly into the palm of his hand, after the burning cigar was in close contact with the skin, it made a muffled "snort" sound, and then a strange smell lingered on the tip of his nose, like the aroma of barbecue meat skewers. (To be continued......)

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