Berlin, Germany. ｅｎa`ｃｏｍ

In the familiar tavern, only the bartender was changed, he obviously did not have the previous style of Pooh, just lazily lying on the table, a little dozing, but still listening to the prayers coming from the depths of the tavern.

"God, bless us with the angels of hell and our cargo lines, bless us, Immanuel, praise the Lord...", Dickenson knelt in front of the Bible, followed by the senior leaders of the Order, their bare skin covered in tattoos, and even someone wrote on their foreheads in Italian: "verrànotte!!".

These gangsters are kneeling and praying to God, and they always feel... Weird.

After Dickenson finished praying, he struggled to get up, this old leg was a little rheumatic, and a young Asian man on the right side of the back came up to help him up, Dickenson tilted his head and smiled, "Tumus, I'm not old enough to stand up." ”

Young Asians are silent without smiling.

However, it was clear that Dickenson was used to it, and he just smiled, let the other man help him to sit down, and Tumus helped him put the hot water bottle on his lap before taking a step back.

Dickenson nodded with satisfaction, took a sip of the tea on the table, and then said slowly, "I received a call from that Chinese just now, and he asked me, do the angels of hell want to go to North America?" ”

The backbones sitting down below raised their heads suddenly.

I'm afraid there are very few of them who don't know Gao Jun, after all, that guy almost killed the Hell Angel.

Moreover, most of the weapons in their hands were shipped by the other side through some channels, and the arms business has become one of their main businesses in Europe, and the relationship between the two sides has become very strange.

It can be said that it is an ally, but Deacenson does not trust the other side very much.

"He invited us to North America, and he was able to provide the help we wanted, and naturally, we had to do something for him." Deacenson took in everyone's expressions before he spoke, "What do you think?" ”

The backbones looked at each other, no one expressed their opinions first, after all, no one knew what the boss was thinking, they suddenly seemed to have a tacit understanding, and at the same time looked at the Asian youth in front of them, and Deacenson also looked at him, "Tumus, what do you think?" ”

Toombs groaned, and as soon as he spoke, his voice was full of depth, "Teacher, if we go to North America, it will definitely have a conflict with the local gangs, and it may turn into a riot!" But it's not without its benefits, I've heard that the HWP Group is going to build a training base in Santa Monica that is comparable to Blackwater, which means that if he takes over and gets a foothold, then the development of HWP will definitely be rapid. ”

"And what do you mean?" Deacenson asked with interest.

Compared with his unsuccessful nephew Carl Roth, Tumus, a Cambridge graduate, is a satisfactory successor to Deacenson.

Tumus's father was a member of the Angels of Hell, his mother was a prostitute, and when he was born, his father was hacked to death, and it was Deacenson who saw that the kid was clever enough to adopt him, but Toombs showed great intelligence since he was a child, and after being admitted to Cambridge to study sociology, after graduation, he returned to him, and constantly persuaded Deacenson to bleach most of the industry.

As it turned out that he was right, the German government confiscated the assets of many gangs, but because of listening to Tooms, the losses of the Angels of Hell were negligible, which also allowed him to gain a foothold in the gangs.

"I mean, go! And in order to show that we value the North American market, we will send people with important status. ”

"Identity matters?" Dickenson touched his chin, his eyes swept over everyone, except for a few young people, the old people all lowered their heads, who didn't know that to open a new market is to smash the field, to fight face-to-face, most of them are used to enjoying the blessings, that kind of fighting and killing work has long been forgotten.

There was a single disappointment in Dickenson's eyes, he was old... It's long gone! But then, his eyes flashed a little fierce, the angels of hell must not be dragged down inside, and his eyes couldn't help but be on Tumus.

Toombs sat precariously when he suddenly looked up, as if he had a sense of it, and just in time to look at Deacenson, no one spoke, but he was full of words.

"Can I believe you?"

"Yes teacher!"

The two exchanged glances, and Dickenson took a deep breath and slapped him on the table, "Tumus, you take someone to Santa Monica City, no matter what, you must have a good relationship with Gao." ”

"Teacher, rest assured."

……

Calvin. Skoda In. Santa Monica City Councilor, 63 years old..."Gao Jun frowned and threw the information in his hand on the ground, looking at Sosfia dissatisfied, "Is there only these junk messages, I can see them on my computer!" ”

Sosfia lowered her head and was very aggrieved, and Gao Jun scolded several times before stopping.

"Give me to collect negative news about him, I don't believe that there is none, if you can't find it, you will make it for me, you must hack him, even if it is spent money, I will see Calvin's negative news in the newspaper tomorrow." Gao Jun banged on the table, with a gloomy face, he must kill Calvin, because that guy keeps jumping out to give speeches, nothing more than promoting some HWP group is a kind of destructive remarks about the city of Santa Monica, and saying that the mayor can't give the residents the life they want, and he wants to compete for mayor...

This is a mad dog, catch whoever bites!

However, I have to say that his small action is really good, at least many unreasonable people have been set off by him.

"Standing in the way of Lao Tzu, I will turn you into a dead dog!" Gao Jun's eyes flashed with gloom, and with a force of the thumb of his right hand, he directly wrung off the pencil he was holding.

……

Calvin is happy now.

Not to mention the 500,000 dollars more in the Swiss bank, his reputation has reached its peak, and if he keeps it up, he can kill that damn old man and become the mayor of Santa Monica, if so, it will definitely be the best step forward for his career.

He took a sip of the mokambo coffee from Italy, which was a little bitter but a little sweet in the end, and after tidying up the things on the table, he walked out humming a little song.

"Good afternoon, Councilman Calvin." A woman who happened to pass by waved her hand.

"Good afternoon, Miss Luna." Calvin looked at the other party's pair of mines that were about to protrude, and the waist like a water snake, a little greed flashed in the depths of his eyes, but he still pretended to be a gentleman, "Do you want to go to dinner together?" ”

Luna bent her eyes and smiled beautifully, tilting her head, "Okay, I just don't have anything to do at night." ”

"That's a blessing from God." Calvin was very humorous, and the other party was stunned, and when the two of them walked out of the door, they were almost glued together.

Calvin felt the suppleness coming from his arm, and his heart fluttered!

You can get this in the evening.

"I'm going to drive." Calvin pulled a key out of his pocket and shook it twice.

Luna gave a wink, then obediently answered, and watched Calvin run towards the opposite side, but only after two or three steps, he turned around a corner not far away, and then rushed straight at least 120 yards!

Calvin hadn't reacted yet, it was only a few seconds, and Calvin was probably still thinking about what position to use with Luna at night.

Bang... Chirping...

The loud crash sound, as well as the long brake line that was drawn out, dragged nearly a dozen meters on the ground.

Under such an impact, Calvin's body flew up like a piece of paper, and then smashed down heavily, and his head was directly separated from his body.

"Ahh

Luna saw all of this, covering her mouth, her eyes wide, and screaming in terror.

……