The Big Three are here to talk about it.

Tang Dao watched them get into the car and waved goodbye with a smile on his face.

After they walked away, the smile slowly retracted, took a deep look, turned around and returned to the room, and did not let Xiao Ma and the others enter the office, just locked himself inside.

"The boss... The boss will be fine, right? Little Brother Ma looked at the little angel and asked.

Anyone could tell that he was in a bad mood, or that something was wrong.

"John is the boss's best friend and the best buddy, you haven't met him, he's a charismatic man, he was beaten to death, and the murderer is the sluts in Miami." The little angel roughly explained the reason for the incident, and even couldn't help but bring it into the mood and swear it.

Brother Xiao Ma suddenly realized and nodded slowly.

He also understands that men go through a lot of things when necessary, and sometimes tears are not just a woman's right.

In the world, there are always a few people who will follow them, and... It's hard and dreary to disappear into history.

"If the boss is unhappy, then we have to make him happy, right?" Brother Pony turned his head, looked at the little angel and said with a smile, stunned the latter for a moment, and then seemed to think of something, his eyes lit up, and he nodded slightly.

Sitting in a limousine, Jack. Kennedy smoked a cigar with red wine in his left hand and sat across from Marin. Locke looked up and looked at the movie playing on the small TV in front of him.

"Don't you think it's going well today?" Jack crossed Erlang's legs and suddenly spoke.

"Isn't it going well? Nicholas is a man of great knowledge, and he will understand our painstaking efforts. Marin replied with a smile, after all, Lubicien next to him also took advantage of the other party, and also answered, "I don't think he should be a reckless person." ”

Jack. Kennedy admits that they were right, but his instincts always tell him that Tang Dao doesn't look like a good man.

Do you think a hyena from Africa has learned to be a vegetarian?

A dog is always a dog, and even if he can pretend to eat some greens, he will bite his teeth down your throat when necessary.

But since they both had said it, Jack had to suppress his thoughts, hoping that Nicholas would understand.

Peace does not come easily!

…

Jeremy. Beverly got off the plane with a gloomy face, the same as the weather in Boston today, which made people feel depressed at a glance.

The old man Grace was on crutches beside him, supported by bodyguards, his legs and feet were not very flexible, and when he got off the plane, he had to lower his head, for fear that he would step on the air, and the wrinkles on his face were still hung with age spots, and his eyes looked at Jeremy who was walking in front. Beverly, with a little pampering in her eyes, shouted with a smile, "Jeremy, aren't you going to wait for me, an old man?" ”

Jeremy. Beverly paused, took a deep breath, and returned, standing on Grace's right hand, shuffling.

"Do you still think we're being too you?" Gremie said with a smile, the other party didn't speak, but from the trembling lips, he still hadn't finished venting this in his heart, and didn't he admit it when he came to Boston?

People are pointing at you to start a war, but you are afraid!

Jeremy. Beverly could almost imagine that other consortia and organizations were laughing at him.

"There is so much injustice in this world, isn't that how life is? We are indeed inferior to the Boston consortium, their influence is not comparable to us, and even, they are able to completely crush us to a certain extent! When I was young, I was also very unconvinced, why this era could not tolerate me, there are many people with this concept with us, so we joined forces to launch an attack against the old era. ”

Grace's eyes lit up as she recalled her past.

When people get older, it's easy to go back in time.

Especially when you think you're doing something great.

Don't you think it's cool to overturn an era?

Jeremy. Beverly listened unconsciously, and the light on Grace's face dimmed, "We failed, in fact, there were three consortia in Miami before, and the other two controlled the local transportation industry, aviation and railroad, and the business was all over the world, but when disaster came, no snowflake was innocent." They were imprisoned, and within two years, all their assets were swallowed up. ”

Of course, this must also include Graime and others.

The business camp is never fixed, and when you decline, it is always your "friend" who takes the first bite of you.

"So!" Graimy patted Jeremy. Beverly's shoulders were meaningful, "Only by living can you have a chance to challenge, death is just for you to waste your time in the cemetery, when this matter is resolved, you will stabilize for a few years, and then come out after the time passes, you are my person, I will not let you suffer, there is a shortage of directors in the European region, you go there to avoid the limelight." ”

Perhaps it was Grammie's words that made him feel valued, and the dissatisfaction in his heart disappeared a lot. Nodding, "Understood, I'm at any disposal." ”

"You are an obedient child, God will bless you." Grace said with a smile.

The group walked through the VIP passage to the pick-up point, Jeremira opened the door, escorted Grace up, and was about to close the door cautiously, when he suddenly heard someone shouting his name, loudly, very abruptly in this underground parking lot.

Jeremy. Beverly turned his head in surprise and confusion, and saw two strong men wearing trench coats and masks running over, and then more than twenty meters away, took out an FMK Mod 2 submachine gun from his pocket! This is the case with the Domingo-Matt manufacturing plant in Argentina to prevent the American M3A1. The gun is also available in a wooden butt version. The FMK gun is reliable, well-balanced, and can easily shoot with one hand.

There is also a nickname: "Crime gun!" ”

This weapon was the second most used weapon in many crimes against banks in the 80s.

The main rate of fire is fast, cheap, and most importantly, the gunfire is 693 mm, which is placed in a trench coat, no one can find it at all, and the magazine capacity: 25 rounds, which is also enough.

The two gunners, against Jeremy. Beverly was a strafing shot.

"Boss, be careful!" The bodyguard next to him hurriedly pushed him away and protected him underneath him, and the muffled sound of the bullet hitting his body could be heard.

Cracking sound.

The body was beaten all over the sparks.

There were a lot of passengers in this underground garage, many screaming and scattering, and the shrill sirens sounded, and the police could be seen running in the distance.

The security at Boston Airport is top-notch, with heavily armed police officers in place and short-term support arriving quickly.

"Withdraw! Remove! ”

One of the gunners shouted in a muffled voice, ripped a grenade from his belt, and threw it forward.

"Grenades!" A bodyguard yelled sharply, it was too late to kick it away, and he didn't know where the temper and blood came from, so he pounced directly on the grenade.

Bang!

This person was directly blown up by nearly fifty centimeters, and then fell down heavily.

He used his body to block the flying shrapnel, but he was not feeling well, and by the time his companion turned him over, he was no longer breathing.

Shrapnel... Blow up his throat!

Grace, who was hiding in the car, was also seriously wounded, with a stray bullet passing through his shoulder blade.

The security guards and police who ran over were busy cordoning off the scene.

Paramedics also arrived as soon as possible.

Faster... And the paparazzi.