"No".

Tang Dao hurriedly refused, this place is not right, if two people suddenly appeared, they would not be able to scare the coward of Lute, and after carefully folding the dollars and stuffing them into his pocket, he was ready to leave.

"Hey, man." Who knew that Rout stopped again, raised his chin, and shook the revolver, "Remember to think of me next time you have something good, the price can be negotiated." ”

Tang Dao said a vague perfunctory sentence, pulled the hat on his clothes, opened the door and walked out, leaving Lute behind his back to kiss the revolver quite excitedly, and his saliva was about to wipe the gun clean.

A strong smell of smoke unscrupulously penetrated into the nostrils and rushed straight to the door of the head, and I saw Hall and others squatting in the corridor swallowing clouds and spitting fog, and when I saw Tang Dao coming out, a few pairs of eyes instantly looked over.

"I still have something to do at home, go first, it's yours." Tang Dao took a thumb, pulled Franklin from his pocket, stuffed it into Hall's hand, and trotted out the door in a hurry.

Hall looked down at the hundred dollars, the corners of his mouth cracked, suddenly, he felt a few eyes looking at him, turned his head, the eyes of those fox friends lit up, he quickly stuffed the money into his pocket, and looked at them vigilantly.

"That's... What is it? One of them asked knowingly.

"Paper to wipe your ass!" Hall was even more ruthless, and he also opened his eyes and said nonsense, for fear that they would have something to do, so he stood up and patted his buttocks, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it, and then entered the 206 private room.

"That's a hundred dollars?"

After a long pause, a blonde boy with freckles on his face spoke, licking his lips, "Is he done business?" There must still be money in that pocket. ”

When it comes to money, all of them have greed, envy, and possessiveness in their eyes.

"Do you want to..."I don't know who said half a sentence, everyone looked at each other, instantly understood what each other thought, stood up, and chased out towards Tang Dao.

That kid looks very thin, and the three of them can completely press each other to the ground and rub it, snatch his money, and go to have a dash.

Anyway, in Warsaw, robberies by people of color are not usually accepted by the police.

……

[Please withdraw the reward as soon as possible, cancel the reward after expiration, countdown...]

Tang Dao hurriedly trotted on the road, accidentally, bumped into someone, and just waved his hand to say sorry, listening to the prompt sound in his head, it was too late to go home now, so he could only go into the alley next to him.

Although Conway Street is a gathering area for Chinese Americans, it is not environmentally friendly.

I don't know if there are any high-altitude objects on the telephone poles in the alley, and there are some bloody feminine products hanging on them, and with the wind, there is still a slight smell of dead rats in the air, which is very pungent, and when you step on it, you can splash half an inch of sewage.

Tang Dao found a remote and uninhabited place, pressed his head with his right hand, and his mind moved, "Receive the reward." ”

【Reward generation... Claim successful! 】

There are two photos on the virtual screen in front of Tang Dao that are changing rapidly, and after about three or four seconds, they stop, and on the left is a white man with a full beard and a pair of vulture eyes, and there is a black mole the size of a small grain of sand in the corner of his right eye, and there is a text introduction at the bottom of the photo.

"Osborne. Brandon, nickname: "Ogre". British, who served in the "Red Devil" paratrooper regiment, with the rank of sergeant, participated in the war against the Irish Republican Army, after retiring, he evolved into a habitual murderer and robbery, and was listed as the 78th of the top 100 horror people in Britain, with a bounty of 180,000 pounds, good at parachuting, CQC (hand-to-hand combat), proficient in various standard firearms ......"

Tang Dao's breathing stagnated slightly, and his eyes flashed with fanaticism.

He doesn't care whether the other party is a murderer or not, as long as it is useful, he is a talent, and he has already understood the truth by freezing to death in the last life.

Good people will never be rewarded, only self-interest is the right way, as for those who are hyped on TV, it is a pity that they are dead.

Live and live better.

Tang Dao's gaze turned to another photo, this person was a little more ordinary, but from the complexion of the person was Asian, with a pair of curved eyes, a dimple hanging from the corner of his mouth, and a beret on his head.

"Robert. Lee, Chinese-American, nicknamed: "Fast Gun". He was a contracted gunman with a gang in Alabama, USA, and mainly participated in cowboy competitions (shooting each other with pistols. Overall: 67 wins, 1 loss, fastest personal record Sauer M38H pistol 0.033 seconds! ”

That's not far behind Osborne, with 67 wins indicating that at least dozens of lives are on the line.

The first employees were either murderers or gangsters.

Tang Dao shook his head, these people are really suitable for the arms business, anyway, they have black hands, ruthless hearts, and they are not afraid of going to jail with a hard ass.

Just when he thought he had finished receiving the reward, there was another reminder from the electronic tone.

[System employees guarantee initial loyalty, but there are also various emotions, and the host is mainly responsible for their salary and official benefits......]

Tang Dao's cheeks twitched, and he couldn't help but panic, so he quickly pulled out the screen to look, and found that there was an extra employee option, Osborne and Robert were listed, and both of them had an annual salary written on the back: $50,000!

Smelly shit！！

$50,000?

In 1991, the per capita income in the United States was $43,200, but this is Warsaw, Poland, and if two years ago, 50,000 dollars were thrown out, you could have gone to the "round table" between General Jaruzelski and Walesa and other Solidarity leaders, and run for leadership... It was the high point of upheaval in Poland and Eastern Europe.

Poland at this time...

Poor moldy!

"It's like I've been caught."

If you haven't done anything, you've already lost 100,000 first.

Suddenly, Tang Dao's scalp was numb, as if he was being stared at by some prey, he suddenly raised his head, and saw two people walking side by side not far away, among them, the bearded man was still playing with a dagger in his hand, jumping between his fingers very flexibly, staring at Tang Dao with a squinting eye, as if admiring "beauty." ”

"What are you looking at, Mr. Osborne?" Tang Dao could feel the other party's substantial aggression, and his legs and stomach were weak, but he still asked with a frown.

"I just think you're pretty good-looking, boss." As soon as the ogre opened his mouth, which was five or six meters away, he could smell bad breath and grin, his front teeth were still leaking, his tongue licked his gums, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Robert, who was on the side, had a smile on his face and didn't speak, obviously wanting to see the excitement first.

"I appreciate your aesthetic, but it's not funny, and I don't like people playing fun with me." Tang Dao's eyepharoplases spasmed, and he put his hands in his trouser pockets to hide his nervousness, "No one told you that you are smiling like those J girls on the street?" ”

This system is really not responsible, and sent a thorn in the head.

Osborne had a dagger in his hand, his eyes becoming increasingly fierce, and Robert's right hand couldn't help but touch his right crotch, even if there was no gun here, but it was also a gunman's instinct.

Pedal, pedal, pedal...

A few chaotic footsteps instantly washed away the tense atmosphere, and the three people turned their heads at the same time, looking towards the mouth of the alley, and saw three white guys running in panting, and when they saw this posture, they were obviously stunned.

"Are you also here to find this Chinese?" It was the blonde freckled young man who spoke first, frowning, looking at Osborne from time to time, the main thing was that this guy was too wide, close to 190 in size, muscular all over, and a tattoo on his wrist, "She's gone!" ”

Taken from the Polish singer Stefan. A classic song from Davos.

"He's got our stuff, I'll just take it back." The freckled youth didn't say anything about the money, for fear that Osborne and the others would have an idea, and deliberately sold a little clever.

Tang Dao wrinkled his brows, and immediately cleared the greasy inside.

These guys think of themselves as "meat tickets"!

In Eastern Europe and even in the Western world, Chinese Americans are notoriously submissive and easy to bully.

Even in the coming-of-age ceremony in some places, it is an honorable task to rob a Chinese American, and often these robbed Chinese have the idea that more is better than one less, plus special reasons, which undoubtedly indulges the arrogance of these people.

The word meat ticket means to kill pigs!

It's a very contemptuous word.

"Boss, they... When you're a pig. Osborne's teasing words were very harsh when they reached his ears, Tang Dao's face instantly turned red, and the freckled young man with cold eyes swept over his body, and the other party heard Osborne's name, obviously... Confused.

Boss?

His eyelids twitched, these people are together!

Immediately turned around and was about to run, as soon as he turned sideways, a cold light flashed on his side face!

"I'll grass your mother!" Tang Dao had a hideous face, scolding his mother, and rushed towards the freckled young man, holding a small pair of scissors in his hand! This was brought out of the house, in order to prevent Rutte from taking the goods and not giving money...

Unexpectedly, it was used in a brawl.

This happened too suddenly, the freckled young man didn't react, and the scissors poked into his right armpit, and the severe pain made him can't help but scream, but the next second came to an abrupt end, Tang Dao rushed to the knee and hit the opponent's stomach, this combo came down, and half of his life was gone.

"Kill... Killed! You killed Bosman! The remaining two were frightened, took a few steps back, and turned and ran away very unjustly.

"Bastard, grab me?" Tang Dao squatted down and grabbed the hair of the freckled young man named Bosman, who had long lost greed in his eyes, and now there was only a gasp of fear with a faint cry.

"Boss, do you want me to help you slaughter him?" Osborne's disgusting words came again, but he was immediately interrupted by Tang Dao, "Shut up! You idiot, I'm the boss, no one tells you that your mouth stinks like Thatcher's fart, if you're talkative, get out. ”

This sudden outburst obviously stunned Osborne and Robert, the former's face turned black at once, and he wanted to refute, but when he opened his mouth, it was like a force pressing him, making him swallow his words back, and hummed a few times with his head down, but he was obviously not convinced.

Tang Dao gasped and stood up, looked at Bosman condescendingly, raised his foot, stomped down towards his head, and turned his head to look at the two employees, and said in a deep voice, "I'm the boss!" ”

Osborne was silent, but Robert nodded obediently.

He took a deep look at the British...

If you don't obey, they will kill you and exchange your head for pounds!

……