Chapter 128: The Floor of the Ronaldo
(2000 words for the second update)
Far away in Minnesota, there is one man who cares more than anyone about the victory of this game. At the end of the Knicks' game against the Bulls, a crystal clear, flawless glass wine bottle was slammed onto the large LCD TV on the wall.
The reddish-brown viscosity slowly flowed down the broken LCD screen, and it was wine but not blood, which looked extremely bloody.
A twitching face jumped to its feet in anger and roared, "What's the matter! 20 games! This bastard has really won 20 games! Gipples! What about the gods, in order to worship the main god of Cahokia that you invited, I have sacrificed more than 100,000 cattle and sheep, why can't I stop this guy? He's just a mortal, huh? ”
"Dear Mr. Ronaldo, don't worry, don't worry, I'll contact the messenger of God." In front of Ronaldo, Gipps, the head of the Americas headquarters, apologized and only felt like he was sweating. This young master has been at the helm of family affairs for more than four years, but in the past two years, he has not been ruthless, and I heard that many old people at the deacon level have disappeared quietly, which is rare in the family's more than 100-year history. Alas, I have to say that today's young people are becoming more and more bottomless.
"Go, get in touch quickly, there's only one chance! With less than 1 year to go until the next family assessment, I don't have much time to splurge! Ronaldo is angry and anxious at the moment. As the youngest person at the helm of the business in recent years, his global vision has brought glory to the family, and in recent years, the retired seniors of the family have repeatedly praised him for his outstanding talent and passed on the panacea! Seven times in one night is proof!
But the more so. The more the ancestors demanded excessively. In recent years, the family's assets have been profitable almost every year at more than $5 billion. That's almost equal to the total profit of the entire Las Vegas gaming industry. But even so. The family's accounts are still in deficit every year, and he has to launder and transfer money in hundreds of underground banks.
"There's a problem with this opponent of yours." A man in black who couldn't see his face clearly appeared in Ronaldo's so-called secret room in an instant, startling the two people in the room.
Ronaldo took the opportunity to open the drawer on the side, took out the golden sand-desert-of-eagle that never left him, and raised his hand to make two consecutive shots.
So close. Plus a closed interior. The person who shoots is either extremely confident or simply stupid, because such a small environment is very easy to cause ricochet, or secondary ricochet.
Apparently Ronaldo is very confident in hitting his target, and he has even seen his opponent bared his teeth screaming. Unexpectedly, a scene that he will never forget for a lifetime happened. The bullet did fly towards the target, but at the moment when the bullet was about to hit the target, the man in black suddenly showed a blurred state, as if it suddenly appeared like a black mist, and the whole person became very blurred.
The bullet that was supposed to hit the opponent's body passed through the target in a strange way.
It is said that according to Ronaldo's eyesight, he definitely can't keep up with the speed of the bullet. But he just clearly saw the deceleration of the bullet and was lost. Then pierce through the black fog.
Then I only heard the sound of "ouch" in the house, and the miserable director of the Americas was shot in glory. Thankfully, the bullet had been hit several times, only to graze his shoulder.
"Mortal! You shot at me! The moment the bullet passed through him, the black shadow was furious, and his figure became very clear again, and his feet stomped two large footprints on the ground.
Ronaldo has a hint of awe for the authority beyond his control, which is also the only magic weapon that he has been able to survive so far.
Then two loud voices instantly sounded in the room.
"The great god spares his life!"
A weak but hoarse voice came from the American Council, although his shoulder was bleeding at the moment, but he still spoke to dissuade the black shadow from acting violently, and communicated with this messenger of God a few times, the messenger looked very fierce, but in fact he was still very good at talking. But he didn't know if the other party would be angry and ruthless after Lu Dao angered the other party, but it was reasonable for him to shout at a loud voice.
A clear and accompanied kneeling sound came from Ronaldo, who quickly made a gesture of surrender after shooting and finding that conventional weapons were only looking for death. If there is a good saying, the scourge lives for a thousand years.
Obviously, the black shadow was also thundered by Ronaldo's quick reaction, such a shameless guy is really difficult to meet. However, the death penalty can be avoided, and the living crime cannot be escaped, as a punishment and deterrent to this guy, the black shadow smashes the waist-high mahogany desk in front of him.
"Grow your eyes in the future!" The shadow let out a hoarse voice and warned.
Seeing Ronaldo nodding yes, the dark shadow remembered what he was here for.
"The target you gave us is not easy to deal with, a fixed price of $1 billion."
Ronaldo was almost choked to death by the other party's lion's big mouth, if it weren't for the fact that the other party could trample on himself with one foot now, it is estimated that he really had the idea of standing up and playing with the other party again, "Great God, I, this is honest, and betting with him is only a loss of tens of millions." You're too, too."
"Less nonsense, we don't want to do it yet! When will there be a point where you will make a counteroffer? Let's just put it bluntly to you, you are not qualified to invite us at all, it is the letter brought by the old guys of your Ronaldo family. In return, they are willing to pay $1 billion. Got it? You just need to get your money ready. The black shadow was a little impatient, and his feet stomped the ground, and a plum blossom-shaped footprint directly burst out of the Italian high-grade late brick, as if it had been poured directly.
"The great god spares his life. I hurriedly asked the ancestors for instructions, this amount is too big, I really can't do it! Ronaldo half-truthfully cried and begged for mercy.
"Well, that's right, I'll give you three days to get the money and when to do it. This is my mobile phone number, notify me when the money arrives. The shadow grabbed directly on the ground, and a neat number appeared on the tile again.
"Congratulations to the great god, congratulations to the great god! I'll be sure to let you know as soon as possible. Ronaldo, who was in a cold sweat, was ready to hurry up and ask his ancestors for instructions, if he could do it before the next Knicks vs. Trail Blazers, he could save himself a gamble. But what is tangled is that if the other party really kills Wang Xiaomu, won't he get nothing?
The tangled Ronaldo got up while seeing the knife-like messages on the ground, jumping straight to his feet with a toothache, only to hear an angry voice sounding in his luxurious secret room study:
"You can't treat me as a tourist attraction for Chinese!" (To be continued......)