Tang Dao wants to take Felix to his death!

But this guy is too "clean" on his body, and he has to get two lives to go up and give him a rush.

Pierce is not a Tang Dao Ma boy, this boss's belly has already learned a few points, the other party said this, he instantly understood what it meant, and he didn't need the other party to talk about it at all, so he responded, "Understand, boss, I will deal with this matter." ”

Tang Dao snapped his fingers and said with satisfaction: "Great!"

I like employees to be so smart, if they were like Osborne, he wouldn't have time to wipe each other's butts!

"Boss, there's one more thing." Pierce hesitated.

"Say whatever you want, there's nothing we can't say between us, Pierce."

"I want a year's salary advance."

He obviously still couldn't talk about it, after all, how long had he been on the job? It is a month to be full, Tang Dao can call him 200,000 US dollars at his disposal, he already feels the satisfaction of being trusted, and now he wants to advance his salary, which is really hard to say.

Tang Dao's brows relaxed slightly, "Of course you can, I will ask people to put money in your card, after you are busy with things in the United States, you will come to Mogadishu, Somalia needs you very much." ”

Pierce's heart was hot, and he replied heavily.

After hanging up the phone, he put the microphone back and shouted to the supermarket waiter, "How much?" ”

The waiter, a black girl, looked at the machine, "Mr. $20, you're making a transatlantic call." ”

She was afraid that the other party would think that she was charging indiscriminately, and turned the price display to Pierce to look at, but the latter didn't care, and threw out a green coin, "Give me Marlboro for the rest of the money." ”

"Wait a minute." The waiter bent down and took out two cigarettes from the cabinet, looked up and asked, "Do you want a bag?" ”

"No, just take it like this, anyway, there will be no more waiting." Pierce waved his hand, took it in his hand and went out of the supermarket, trotting across the street, there was a sculpture three or four meters high on the opposite side, surrounded by big men of all shapes, about ten people, and even a few of them had tattoos on their arms, so they didn't look like a good person anywhere.

Passers-by saluted, and parents pulled their children around, for fear of getting dirty.

"And then." Pierce shouted softly, threw the two cigarettes into a parabola, and was held securely.

"Marlboro? It's so fragrant. ”

A group of people couldn't wait to open the cigarettes, maybe they didn't know how long they hadn't smoked, and the cigarettes were almost violent.

"Dogtooth, priest, mosquito, you go out with me in the evening, and the others prepare their passports and buy tickets." Pierce looked at his watch, took out a stack of money from his pocket, and handed it to one of them, "Mills, I don't want to mess around at night, if something happens, you might as well stay here and ask for food." ”

Mills was a black man with a full beard and a calm complexion, and he was definitely working out, and he held up his tendons in a shirt, took the money, and nodded his head.

Pierce is also ugly in front of him, most of the people he found are homeless people or have a criminal record, of course, those who attract fans and become ducks are all out of the house, and the case record is also written about petty theft, which can't be put on the table.

There are all kinds of goods, if you don't make it hard, how can you manage it?

If they feel constrained, can they get out of here, thinking that the money is so easy to take?

Pierce took a few people who had just arrived and got into a small Buick next to him, these four people added up to nearly six hundred pounds, and the tires of the car obviously couldn't stand it, and they sank a few centimeters directly, and they could hear the whining sound of the body.

"Pierce, can't you just rent an SUV? Damn, how does this make me stretch my legs? Gelbacho, who was sitting in the back, patted his thigh and whined, it was not very comfortable.

"You're going to lose weight." The co-pilot sat with glasses, a cross around his neck, and a tattoo on his left cheek: "God will come", and he even had the Old Testament tattooed on his back, which was simply the natural enemy of the dense phobia, he wanted to be a priest, but the church heard that he was a Vietnam veteran?

Fack!

Where to get out of comfort.

If he is recruited as a priest, then there will be people in this church?

God doesn't like butchers with blood on their hands.

Then he couldn't help it, so he went to be a: "Exorcism division" main activity area in San Francisco's major red light districts, he is also a little famous in it, when Pierce found him, this brother was in the room deep in the exorcism, which is considered to be the best mix among this gang.

He was not in the same army as Pierce, but he was in the same army as John. Cannesburg comes from one place.

Once, during the Vietnam War, the priest operated the M60E1 machine gun alone to strafe the enemy, pressed the position, and when his face was covered with blood, he wrapped his head in his clothes, and insisted on supporting him, and was awarded a medal after the war, but after the medal returned to China, he sold it.

$10!

His only son was sick and wanted to save his life.

But then he died, his wife was gone, and his home was gone.

Maybe he took the nickname: "The Priest" just intended to suppress his bad luck, never to be a hero again, not worth it.

Hearing his teasing, Gerbacho snorted, leaned on the table and chair in front of him, and looked at Pierce, "What are we going to do now?" Is there any task for the boss? ”

This boss is called smoothly, anyway, for Gelbacho, he is already ready to eat with Tang Dao anyway, so don't think about any mess, he is not a greasy and crooked girl.

"Go and throw someone overboard."

Pierce's understatement made the car much quieter in an instant, but immediately after, the priest whistled, "Cool!" Pointing to the side of the former's face, he was weird, "You say this sentence is so handsome, I want to exorcise it for you." ”

"Fakesquid, don't come near me!" Pierce raised his middle finger.

"That guy has a grudge against the boss?" The man sitting on the other side of the back opened his mouth, as thin as a mosquito as his nickname, and asked with a frown.

Pierce glanced at him through the mirror, this mosquito's sense of justice was the strongest here.

He spent six years in prison, he worked as a security guard at a school after he was discharged from the army, but he saw a black girl being bullied by several white young people, drinking urine, beating, and even rudely tearing off her clothes to mock her, the mosquito stopped the other party, but maybe it was too hard, and beat a little boy, who knew that the other party's father was a gangster, and he took a dozen people to block him when he got off work that night.

The mosquito is very honest, he was slapped twice while standing, but people, sometimes too honest, others will have to inch in, before the other party left, greeted his mother, at that time the mosquito broke the string in his head, and kicked the other party's ribs, and then went up to grab and hit, just stared at a person to beat, and others behind him beat him, hard to carry.

This attack was too hard, and he suffered an intracranial hemorrhage and died in the hospital.

Imprisoned for six years!

In Pierce's opinion, he has a sense of justice, but he is also a fool.

Either don't kill people, or let them reunite, that's what the boss said, "Either don't do it, or, let the other party have no room for regret." ”

Pierce sorted out the language, looked at the mosquito, and whispered, "Sometimes, if you don't have a grudge, you have to kill someone, this world is more for profit, and that person happens to be useful." ”

This explanation, the mosquito could not accept, he frowned, wanted to speak, but Gerbacho grabbed his hand and shook his head at him slightly.

The mosquito kept its head down and was silent.

The priest looked at him and shook his head, "Poor sense of justice will eventually throw itself into the camp of Satan, God, you can't save mercy." ”

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