Garcia quickly went through the four sheets of paper in his hand, and the contents on them were not the same.

There are serious analysis, malicious speculation, and very unscrupulous.

Soon, his cheeks moved, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Some of the content on this is too exaggerated, right?" ”

Wren said happily: "You don't care, just go and print."

I stayed up late to write this, specifically to take care of the different needs of different people, which is very laborious. ”

Of course, there are printing presses in this world, and with the innovation of technology, someone has invented a rotary printing press, which can reach 3600 prints per hour.

There is also a printing shop in the town with a printing press, which is enough, 5000 sheets of paper in less than two hours.

Shrugging his shoulders, Garcia didn't ask any more, moving his mouth above and breaking his leg below.

He lifted his gray cowboy hat, lit himself a cigarette, and went out the door quickly.

"Boss, then I'll arrange for manpower too." Susanna's clear and melodious voice rang out.

"Go ahead, and by the way, have someone set up a platform in the square in the center of the town." Wren instructed.

"Yes, boss, it's really a good call." Suzanne glared at him with beautiful eyes, and her tone was a little dissatisfied.

In order to find those extras, she worked all morning, and even went to the small theater in the town to find a few professionals.

Wren spread his hands and said indifferently: "I didn't let you warm the bed, it's good." ”

Wren feels that he has a good conscience, as a new director, at least he didn't give her a sneak.

Dai raised her eyebrows, didn't complain too much, and with the sound of footsteps, she quickly walked out of the Little Widow Hospital.

Suzanne knew Wren's full plan, and although it wasn't too urgent, she didn't have time to waste time.

Everything was arranged in an orderly manner, and Wren lay directly on the wicker chair and began to take a lunch break.

Blind chickens are also time-consuming, and I only slept for two hours last night, so I was a little sleepy.

The red sun was setting in the west, the sun was no longer dazzling, and at four o'clock in the afternoon, somewhere in the shady alley in the center of the town.

"Just send out the newspaper, and when you meet pedestrians, you will jam them, whether they want them or not."

Garcia commanded, and in front of him stood more than twenty men, most of whom were members of the Axe Gang, others newsboys.

"Yes!"

Everyone responded, ran out of the alley quickly, waving the "newspaper" in their hands and spreading out in all directions.

"Daily! Free daily newspaper! ”

Newspaper boys, dressed in ill-fitting workmen's clothes and suspenders, had high-pitched voices and ran quickly through the streets.

He held his old gray beret hat on top of his head with his left hand, and his little face was nervous.

As a teenager delivering evening newspapers, he has been in this business for three years, and today is the most dangerous "newspaper" he has ever delivered.

None of his friends dared to send it, and he didn't want to do it, but the hunger in his stomach made it impossible for him to refuse the reward of a gold coin.

"Here you go!"

The newsboy shoved a newspaper directly into the hand of a young man with an inch head, and ran away from his stunned gaze.

The young man was wearing a blue and white striped shirt and black trousers, and he subconsciously glanced at the exquisite paper in his hand, which read:

Shocking! "Iron Fist" Ugo died in battle!

Early yesterday morning, the Skull Gang attacked the Kangao tribe and suffered heavy losses, and there are currently less than 40 people left in the gang, and their strength has been greatly damaged!

Residents of Orange Town, unite! Now is the perfect time to punish the traitors, and in the evening, the town square will be seen or dispersed - the Axe Gang!

The sun shone down on the paper, with a hint of heat.

The young man with brown eyes changed his complexion and sweaty palms, and he looked around and noticed that the pedestrians on the road had strange expressions.

They stared at the leaflets in their hands, and many people were talking about each other.

"Hahahaha!"

A porter had just taken the newspaper and looked at the ink in his hand, his brow furrowed, but then he laughed out loud with a pig cry.

He wanted to stop laughing, but his face was so red that he couldn't stop, and the young man looked over curiously and glanced at the leaflet in his hand:

Astound! Ghost Hand Marcello, the son of a prostitute, lacks education!

3-year-old steals chickens, 5-year-old touches dogs, and 7-year-old peeps at the head of the village widow to take a bath! …… When I was 18 years old, 10 sows in the next door screamed in the middle of the night, and the neighbor went out with a lantern to see that it was Marcelo in the day.........

If you want to know what will happen next, in the evening, in the center of the town, the Axe Gang will reveal the secret exclusively for you!

"Haha!"

The brain made up the scene of Marcello and the pig, and the young man couldn't help laughing.

As if the contents of these pieces of paper were not the same, he couldn't suppress his curiosity and walked up to a middle-aged aunt carrying a vegetable basket.

Seeing this, the aunt asked in a loud voice: "Young man, I can't read, what is written on it?" ”

The inch-headed young man glanced at the leaflet in her hand, and a few lines of large characters were very conspicuous:

It's a showdown! I'm Higg, I confess, I'm Marcello his dad!

This rebel is so angry with me, I knew he was a scourge, and I should have shot him on the wall in the first place!

This evening, in the central square of the town, I am going to make a break with this disloyal, unrighteous, unkind and unfilial person!

I just want to tell him that your dad is still your dad!

…………

As these leaflets spread, the whole town of Orange came alive, full of discussions, quarrels, and laughter.

More than twenty people sent these leaflets to all parts of town, and of course, no one was stupid enough to send them to the Skeleton Gang station on Green Street to the south.

An hour later, in a warehouse on the east side of town, a group of men in black were standing or sitting on wooden boxes, arguing.

Judging by the logos on their clothes, they are not a gang, but belong to 7 gangs.

It can be said that in addition to the Skull Gang, other gangs in Orange Town have people coming over.

One of them, a bald man with a big waist and a thick waist, stared at the four leaflets with different contents in his hand, and touched the shiny head: "Higg, is this the wrong medicine?" Dare to humiliate Marcello like this?

I didn't find out before, he's so awesome, he actually wants to be a ghost hand and his father, amazing, enough guys! ”

This bald man is Isam, the leader of the Anti-Heaven Gang, and is nicknamed "Brother Toutie" in the rivers and lakes.

"Humph!"

A tall thin man with a pot lid hairstyle snorted coldly, he was Roy, the leader of the Fried Chicken Gang.

Roy's expression was a little puzzled: "Higg is really impressive this time, he is simply bold, and he dares to threaten to make a break with the ghost hand."

But he is not a brainless man, who gave him courage? ”

Roy couldn't figure it out, even the weird man Zolo would not be so arrogant, leaving no room for the slap in the face.

Higg is just a third-order berserker, how dare he offend the ghost hand so much?

Issam smiled and said with a big grin: "Isn't he always boasting that his cousin is the One Piece of the North Sea, maybe it's a backer?"

Or maybe he has broken through to the fourth order [Burning Spirit Berserker], and he is confident that he can hammer Marcello's dog head! ”

(On weekends, ask for referral ticket support.) ）

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