The two bodyguards glared angrily as they watched him walk back to his car. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ?

"If I do this next time," said the big man, "I'll kill you!" “

Seventeen immediately twisted his arm against the door, which could be broken with a slight effort. "You're too slow, better be careful, I'm a dangerous person."

Polka yelled in the car: "Murray! Fuck, get the hell out of here! Don't mess with Billy, he's working for me now! “

Seventeen drove after them, wondering what the hell was going on? Why are you here?

After a long time, away from Reynoldsburg, the car drove into a vast private mansion. Seventeen was amazed by what he saw, surrounded by a towering fence with three large wolfhounds running around.

It was a huge Victorian building with a wool carpet on the floor and lavish interiors. Polka leads Seventeen on a tour of the house. Apparently he was complacent about his wealth. Then he took Seventeen into the private bar and poured him a glass of vodka.

"Now, Mr. Milligan......"

"People call me Billy," said Seventeen, "and I don't like William. The name Milligan. “

"I understand, I don't think that's your real name. Well, Billy, I can hire you—quick, smart, strong, sharp-shooter, and I need someone like you who is good at using a short gun. “

"What is a short gun?"

"I'm in the transport industry, and transport people have to be absolutely protected."

Seventeen nodded, the vodka had already changed in his body. "I am the Patronus." He said.

"Very good, I want your phone number, you have to stay here a day or two before each shipment, there are a lot of rooms here, you don't need to know the content and location of the shipment, so that the possibility of leakage can be minimized."

"Doesn't sound bad!" Seventeen yawned as he spoke. On the way back to Lancaster, Seventeen fell asleep, driven by Aaron, and he wondered where he had just been. What has been done?

For the next few weeks, Seventeen was in charge of escorting the anesthetic as agreed, mostly shuttling between the brokers and customers in Columbus. He was interested in him escorting marijuana and cocaine, as he could witness the underworld celebrities that were often featured in the newspapers.

At one point, they transported M-1s to the black quarter of West Virginia. Seventeen guessed, what do they want these guns for?

Several times Seventeen tried to find Arthur, but either in a chaotic period or Arthur refused to talk to him, he would not have been able to meet him anyway. He knew that Philip and Seventeen had stolen time, due to the fact that he had opened bottles of tranquilizers and amphetamines in his apartment. At one point, he still had a gun in his closet. He was very angry because such carelessness could cause harm to other children.

He decided that next time those "Annoying Guys" came out, he would try to stay awake and push them against the wall to teach them a good lesson. Drugs are very harmful to the body, and vodka is better because it contains natural ingredients. However, he did not want any member of his family to be involved in drugs. He begins to suspect Seventeen and Philip, who have a criminal record.

A week later, when the mission to deliver marijuana from Indiana to a certain car dealer was completed, Seventeen planned to have dinner in Columbus. As soon as I walked out of the car door, I saw a pair of elderly men and women sharing ** pamphlets, surrounded by a few troublesome guys. Seventeen stepped forward and asked if the couple needed help.

"Do you agree with our doctrine?" The woman asked.

"Yes," replied Seventeen, "I'm a **, and I've seen enslaved workers in factories. “

The old man gave him a stack of philosophies and a few pamphlets attacking the U.S. government and supporting the dictatorship. Number 17 walked towards Broad Street and forced the pamphlets into the hands of passers-by.

When he had the last volume left, he decided to keep it for himself. He wanted to look for the old man, but he had already left. He walked several streets and continued his search. If he can find a meeting place, he will definitely join the ** organization. He had observed Mill Rat and Aaron working at the Lancaster Electroplating Plant. He believed that the only way to improve the lives of these lower classes of workers was through the people's revolution.

Later, he saw the label on the bumper of the car: "Great solidarity of workers of the world!" It must have been the old man who had put it up, and the slogans alarmed him, and he immediately knelt down - the words of the Columbus Silk Plate Making Company were printed at the bottom right of the label, and someone there must have been able to tell him where the ** members were meeting.

He checked the phone book and found that the address of the company was not far away, so he drove there and sat in the car to observe the company. He then drove to the public phone booth on the next street corner, cut the telephone cord with pliers, and then cut the telephone cord on the other street corner in the same way, and then walked into the company.

The head of the company, who is about 60 years old, has a full head of flowers and wears a pair of thick glasses, and he denies that the so-called ** sticker is their company. "It was made to order at a printing house in North Columbus." He said.

Seventeen clenched his fist and tapped the counter, "Give me the address!" “

The old man was nervous and suddenly paused. "Do you have an ID?"

"Nope!" Return 17.

"Then how do I know you're not sent by the FBI?"

Seventeen grabbed him by the collar and leaned over and said, "Uncle, I want to know where those stickers were sent!" “

"Why?"

Seventeen drew his gun, "I'm looking for my comrades, but I can't find them." Tell me where they are, or the gun won't have eyes! “

The old man stared at him from behind his lenses in a panic. "Okay!" He took out his pen and wrote down the address on a piece of paper.

"I'm going to look at your books to make sure." Seventeen said.

The old man pointed to the book on the table, "In that book, my heart is ...... But ......"

"I know," said Seventeen, "that the customer's address is not in there." “

Then point the gun at him again, "Open the safe." “

"You're going to rob?"

"I just need the right information."

The old man opened the safe, took out a piece of paper and put it on the counter. The seventeenth looked at it for a while, and was very satisfied with the correct address on it. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he immediately ripped off the telephone line.

"If you're planning to call them before I arrive, you can take advantage of the payphones two blocks away."

Seventeen walked back into the car, estimating that the printing house was only about four miles away, and that he had already arrived before the old man could find a payphone to reach. (To be continued.) )