It took Sam a while to fully recover, and he couldn't help but scream in his heart, all of them were so weird.

He observed left and right for a while, then walked along the side casually, until he swayed to Ray's side, also stopped, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and touched his body for a long time, as if he found that he did not have a fire, waved his hand and said with an innocent expression:

"Hey! Man, borrow a fire. ”

With Lei's perception, how could he not notice this young man who had been staring at him for a long time, his gaze swept over the cigarette waved in the other party's hand, and the black filter that occupied half of the length was printed with a thin ring, which looked very special, and he knew in his heart that this was the subordinate sent to him by the "Bossano family", so he immediately nodded, took out a lighter and handed it over.

Both of them didn't say a word, and they stood in the cold wind and finished their cigarettes.

Ray then strode back to the gas station, while Sam followed him with his head dangling.

It wasn't until both of them were in the cab that Sam nodded to Ray:

"Boss Joseph sent me to bring it to you, and I am Sam. Keep moving forward, and turn right at the second entrance. ”

Ray motioned for the driver to do so, and then coldly squeezed out a word from between his teeth:

"Ray."

Sam was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was announcing his name, shrugged his shoulders and said nothing, turning his head forward and continuing to point. I ∵ in my heart▼ but I thought, these guys from the "Phantom Association" are really stinky fart, and I don't know why they are so arrogant.

But Sam did not show any dissatisfaction, for he clearly remembered what Joseph said when he specifically instructed himself:

"After receiving those people from the Shadow Pattern Association, take them directly to Pop and Dillon. Tell those two guys that I let you bring them. Introduce them to buy goods. And they will understand. Remember, don't offend those people, don't ask them about anything, try not to let Pop Dillon get into a conflict with them, and get things done honestly. ”

It was the first time Sam had heard Boss Joseph explain things to him in such a serious manner, and he even vaguely felt that Boss Joseph was a little afraid of these people who called themselves the Ghost Pattern Society.

It's incredible!

The "Bossano family" has been in Indianapolis for more than forty years, and Joseph the Boss is the largest underground ruler in the land, even if it is not interesting. You have to be polite when you see him, otherwise you might be missing a finger inexplicably at night. Are you afraid of these outsiders now?

Sam was a little curious about these guys, who were said to have uniform tattoos on the back of their hands, but he didn't dare to disobey Boss Joseph's orders, because countless practices had taught everyone that most of those who dared to do so would not end well.

Half an hour later, the truck pulled into the town of Sheridan in Hamilton County, Indiana's most populous and prosperous town. The biggest gang in the area is the guy Sam and Ray are looking for. Pope? Coste, a cruel and ferocious old villain.

Of course. Due to the existence of the "Posano family", Pope? Koster is not the most powerful guy after all, and he definitely hates and fears Boss Joseph.

The truck slowed down slowly, then stopped on the side.

In front of them was a row of tall buildings with gray and white walls, and at the top of the front hung a huge signboard that read: Koster Sports House.

It looks like a large health club.

Ray only brought Elliot and Samuel? Phillips got out of the car, and all the others remained in the back of the van. Compared to when he first joined, Samuel has hardly changed much, but his eyes are cold and emotionless, like a frozen iceberg.

Elliott, with a tough face, walked at the back with a safe in one hand.

At the door of the health club stood two fierce men, scanning the passers-by with expressions that were not approachable. But they all apparently recognized Sam "Hammerhead", and just glanced at it and ignored it, allowing them to walk through the door.

This is a gym that looks like it has been around for a while, but not only the walls inside are mottled and peeling, but even some of the facilities look old. However, the heating is turned on sufficiently, and there are a lot of people inside, and following Sam to the depths of the gym, you can see many strong men with upper bodies or vests practicing boxing and fitness, and some tattooed men are swinging their fists hard, hitting the sandbags with a "bang" sound.

When Sam came in with the people, almost all of them looked at them with that kind of bad look.

This kind of formation doesn't look like an ordinary health club no matter how you look at it.

However, Ray and Elliott and the others did not squint, and followed Sam until they reached a red gate at the end, only to be stopped by a sturdy black man wearing a headband.

"Hey! Isn't this Big Sammy, why, it's strange that he has the audacity to come to our territory today. ”

An impatient look flashed in Sam's eyes, obviously having a lot of trouble with the guy in front of him, but he clearly understood that his errand today was very important, and he didn't want to do more entanglement, so he just tilted his head towards the position of Lei and the others in the back, and accentuated his tone:

"Manson, there's business today. You'd better not mess with it, they're here to see Mr. Koster. ”

The black man known as Manson was stunned when he heard this, put away his provocative expression, and looked Ray and Elliott and the others in front of him up and down suspiciously, as if he didn't believe it. However, he obviously knew very well that although Sam and he did not deal with each other, it was impossible for him to come to trouble with two people.

So after hesitating for a moment, he pushed open the door behind him, pointed inside, and motioned for Sam to take them in.

Upon entering the door, Ray discovers that it is a huge suite, with living room sofas and even a pool table, and a huge fireplace that keeps the whole suite warm, and the lavish furnishings contrast with the unremarkable outside gym.

In addition to sitting or standing a few strong men who look like thugs, there is also a man who is still strong and sturdy in his half-year-old, ** with his upper body leaning on the office chair with a big grin, smoking a cigar and swallowing the clouds. On the large desk in front of him were stacks of green dollars and pistols of all kinds, as well as a pile of transparent plastic bags of various sizes, containing snow-white powders or small colorful pills.

"Mr. Coster, Boss Joseph asked me to bring these gentlemen to you."

When he arrived at the territory of this big man, Sam was obviously much more serious and cautious, and his eyes were not looking around, but he introduced to the man sitting in the office chair in a deep voice.

Bop spitting through the clouds? Coster bit his cigar with his teeth, didn't mean to move at all, and muttered vaguely: "These are the guys?" ”

Thunder? Stein turned a blind eye to the thugs in the room, looked around, and then said to Pope:

"You're the largest supplier to Indianapolis?"

What kind of goods he said he was talking about, everyone present obviously understood. Manson, the headband man who had just closed the door and walked to the side of a few people, heard this, a trace of contempt flashed on his face, and he rushed forward in a few steps as if to teach these rookies who were talking wildly, and his mouth had already begun to scold uncleanly:

"Be smart! You stupid pigs, this is not ......"

However, before he could wave his strong arms and rush to Ray to show off his strength, he was quickly kicked in the abdomen by Elliott next to him, not only did he swallow back the foul words that were half cut off to his mouth, but the whole person flew out directly, and hit the solid obstacle - the pillar in the house with a "peng" sound, and then stopped moving, lying on the ground and convulsing, leaving only the strength of humming in his mouth.

The sudden change had happened so quickly that the others hadn't seen Elliott's movements, and the tall, strong man was still holding the two safes in his hands, and there was no shaking at all, just like the lightning kick was not his work at all.

The thugs in the room were stunned for a moment, and finally reacted to what had happened, and they all stood up angrily, took out a pistol and pointed it at Ray and Sam, all of them murderous.

The taste of being surrounded by the muzzle of the black hole was not pleasant, and the corners of Sam's eyes jumped vigorously, although he was a little happy that his nemesis Manson was suffering, he still scolded these guys from the Ghost Pattern Association in his heart for being crazy, and actually provoking on someone else's territory. But he still had to stiffen his hair and turn around, otherwise not to mention that these people were brought by himself, and Boss Joseph would not be able to explain it.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited! Sorry, Mr. Coster, my friends probably thought Manson wanted to do it, and reacted a little more violently, and definitely didn't mean to make trouble......"

Sam's eyes fell on Ray and Elliott, but the strange guy was still the same, and he didn't want to apologize no matter how he looked at it, and he had to continue with difficulty: "I apologize to you on their behalf, Mr. Coster......"

Pop in an office chair? With a gloomy face, Koster sat up straight and stared at them for the first time.

At this time, Lei spoke again unhurriedly, as if he didn't see the muzzles of the guns around him pointing at his head, and said in a calm tone:

"There was a very big deal, but we only did it with the biggest suppliers in the region. So, Mr. Koster, if there's something new to sell on the land of Hamilton, is it up to you? ”

Seeing that this crazy man was still so tough, and faintly questioned Popcost, Sam's originally slightly relaxed heart couldn't help but mention it again, and his mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about how to phrase it to ease the tense atmosphere in front of him. (To be continued......)