Della.

As soon as you get to the door, you can see some luxury Maserati, Ferrari, Bugatti and other luxury people running and parked there, and there are beautiful models sitting inside, kissing the car owner, and then slowly lying down.

This feeling made Anthony's blood surge, and it turned out that this is the happiness of rich people.

As soon as you enter Della, you can hear the deafening music, the people inside are beating wildly, and the sexy Angelababies are twisting their butts on stage in bikinis.

Champagne sprayed in the crowd, almost every one of them was a rich man, and their life was all about enjoyment, not comparable to the small bars in the slums.

Anthony was also fortunate enough to see a small bar in the slums.

Everyone twisted their butts in the middle of the small stage with wine glasses, and there was an old piano on the right side of the stage, and I don't know where that piano came from, but Anthony could tell with a little thought that he must have picked up something that someone else didn't want.

Anthony prefers this place to the bustle.

It's more presumptuous here, but it's not the same as the presumptuous in the slum bars.

The black people there are staring at the purse in your pocket all the time, and if you don't prepare a pistol on your body, your body may appear on the side of the road the next day, take your soul to God.

They rob and kill with impunity, and their killing is purely for survival.

But the people here are different, they have guns, but the guns are more advanced than the ghetto, and even have gold and diamonds on the guns, and they kill a pauper, just for fun.

Anthony hated them from the bottom of his heart, and envied them from the bottom of his heart.

Anthony ordered a glass of wine and asked him for a hundred dollars, although he felt a little distressed, but he thought that he was about to have 20 million, and a hundred dollars was a fart.

"Hey, handsome guy."

Soon a beautiful woman came over to talk to her, and Anthony would love someone to talk to her, as long as it wasn't a man.

Anthony ordered her a glass of wine and learned through the chat that she was a model.

Looking at her figure, Anthony couldn't help but salivate, and he could imagine that there would be a war without gunpowder tonight, I don't know who wins and who loses, but one side will eventually fall.

The two walked into the crowd and enjoyed dancing to the music.

Someone took champagne and sprayed it everywhere on the stage, everyone was very excited, the champagne rain and dew fell on everyone, and the people on the stage were even more carnival.

The stage dancer in the middle wears a bikini and constantly twists her body on the pole, and her charming eyes provoke the heart of every man.

"Do you want to be presumptuous tonight?"

Anthony spoke, his hands resting on her waist, twisting his body with her waist.

"Of course."

Her hands slipped from Anthony's chest to her waist, and the gentle stroke made Anthony feel energetic, and her eyes were full of enthusiasm, just like a couple in love, maybe they would hug each other at some point.

"Maybe we'll be able to go now."

Anthony smiled wickedly, and grabbed her hip skirt with his hand, bringing his body closer.

At this moment, a hand reached out from the crowd and grabbed the woman.

"Alison, follow me."

The strength of that hand was so strong that it dragged Alison away, which made Anthony angry that the woman who was about to arrive and could satisfy his spiritual happiness was snatched away.

It's like your favorite toy being suddenly crushed.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Anthony stopped, the music was too loud to hear what Anthony was saying, but it was clear from his face that he was angry and wanted to stand up for this woman.

"Damn."

He didn't do anything, but directly took out the gun and pressed it on Anthony's head, which was the most direct and effective way.

Anthony hurriedly raised his hand in fear, and there were words in his mouth.

"Oh shit, sorry I was wrong, please put your gun down so you're going to hurt me, you don't want to see this happen in this bar."

Anthony took a step back, saw that he put away his gun, quickly took a few steps back, returned to the bar and ordered a new glass of wine, the speed of his heart beating made him a little breathless.

"Damn it!"

I felt very uncomfortable, and I was shot in the head with a gun, and if I wasn't careful, my head would be pierced.

Anthony was no longer in the mood to dance to the music, and drank in a muffled voice.

At this time, the mobile phone in the pocket vibrate, and when I took out the phone, it was still the unknown number.

Walking out of the Della Gate, Anthony picked up the phone.

"Dear Mr. Anthony, are you outraged? If you are angry, you have to act in time. ”

"How am I going to make a move, people have guns in their hands! As long as he puts the gun on my head, that damn 'bang' can open Lao Tzu's head! And me, nothing! I should have taken that $10,000 to buy a gun on the black market and shoot that damn bodyguard! ”

"Good idea, next game mission, shoot that guy who you off tonight. Unfrozen amount: 20,000$. ”

"Oh, are you being funny? Where do you tell me to get a gun now? The black market is hundreds of kilometers away, and by the time I get back, it'll be tomorrow night! ”

Anthony felt that his task was ridiculous, outrageously excessive, and that he was simply joking with his own life!

Before he finished speaking, Chen Shu had already hung up the phone.

"Damn it, bastard!"

Anthony was even more angry, where does this lead me to find a gun? But we must deal with that bodyguard tonight, time is pressing.

Taking the last sip of the glass, Anthony began to figure out what to do.

Perhaps, these rich people have guns in their cars at the door......

The idea was quickly dismissed by Anthony, where stealing a gun is no different from stealing at the police station, and there is a chance of being shot.

Meditate.

Anthony had never been so distressed about a thing, so he sat down at the flowerbed and lit a cigarette and smoked it.

Looking at the people coming in and out of the gate, there will be two women in their arms.

They would do strenuous exercise in the car first, and then drive away after a long time.

At the gate of Dera, sometimes things like Anthony just happened to them, either with a gun or with bare hands, but strangely, even if a police car passed by, it didn't care.

Because the officer in the car would change his clothes and walk into Della, and then writhe his body with the sound of music.

At this time, a foul smell fell from the sky.

Anthony, who was still smoking, jumped up in fright and looked at the vomit on his body, which was mixed with the smell of food and wine, which was really disgusting.

"Damn, what are you doing!"

Anthony looked at him angrily.

A young man, dressed in expensive clothes, then glanced at Anthony and drunkenly said to the people around him, "Give him money." ”