Hey, buddy, I remember you," said Thomas, who tried to feign a calm tone to Thor as he motioned to his men not to act rashly, "and I did you a great favor, albeit for a small fee." ”

"I don't think you would have had any other ideas about the charges, and you wouldn't have made such a big fight. ”

"Kill me, you won't be able to get out of this tavern, why don't we sit down, order a glass of wine, and talk calmly, what do you say?"

As he spoke, Thomas Feng slowly raised his hand and pushed the barrel of the gun that was on his eyebrows, but did not push.

He smiled wryly, and slowly raised his hands above his head.

"I didn't get my visa!"

Thor's tone was cold, and the hand holding the gun was slightly forced, and the cold barrel of the gun made Thomas Feng's forehead ache.

"Impossible!"

Half-exaggerated and half-confused, Feng shouted: "I gave you the forged information, even if you take it to the government to apply for a job, there is no problem!"

"Did you go wrong with your performance during the interview?"

"That's not right," before Thor's expression changed slightly, Thomas Feng himself denied the speculation: "It's just a temporary visa, and the information has already forged fixed assets in Mexico for you, so you shouldn't be able to pass it......"

"What did you say?"

“......”

Thor pursed his lips and repeated what he had said.

After saying that, the tavern fell silent for a moment.

There was a starry laugh from the crowd, but they quickly remembered that their boss was still in each other's hands, and hurriedly restrained their laughter.

The corners of Thomas's mouth twitched, obviously classifying the other party as a person with abnormal brains.

"You made a promise!" Thor reminded in a cold voice, "I promise to go to New York!"

"Uh......"

Thomas Feng looked away and said perfunctorily: "For your reasons, it's no fun to go to the United States, or do you consider going to China?"

Thor frowned and reminded again, "I'm only going to New York, preferably immediately!"

"Dude, don't be so brainless, how good Huaguo is, the culture has a long history, you can also go to see the Great Wall and the Terracotta Army, especially the Terracotta Army, which is a powerful soldier who is said to have fought in the underworld. ”

"When you get there, you and Qin Shi Huang have a good chat, let him lend you more soldiers and horses, and what else do you do as the son of the god king, you go back directly and go to heaven to be the god king!"

As a Mexican whose maternal grandmother was Chinese, Thomas Feng was different from others in that the bedtime story was not Hans Christian Andersen and Grimm, but the half-demonic legend of the ancient Chinese gods and monsters told to him by his grandmother.

So he felt that he could still have some common language with the guy opposite who was not in his right mind to read Norse mythology, and maybe he would let himself go when he was happy.

"You're kidding me?"

Thor clenched his fists, subconsciously wanting to give the other party a shot.

However, he immediately restrained his impulse, and the warrior of Asgard who had drunk too much to drive a spaceship into a comet to cheer up, but a weak mortal, even if the other party was heinous in Midgart's legal judgment, the pride and goodness in his heart made him unacceptable to kill and bully the weak.

"Hey—hey—" Seeing Thor turn his face, Thomas Feng hurriedly said, "Don't be impulsive, buddy, aren't you just going to New York, no problem, I promise you!"

"Then remember your promise!"

Thor reached out and threw the other man to the ground, glared at him warningly, and sat down in a chair to the side of him without speaking.

This was the purpose of his visit, to "convince" the other party to get this done.

Otherwise, with the loss of divine power, I am afraid that it will be difficult to move an inch in Midgard, who is unfamiliar with life......

"Boss—"

A black man walked up to Thomas Feng and whispered, "Do you have to be here?"

Thomas Feng glared at the other and motioned for the rest of his men to put away their guns.

Brave and ruthless fellows don't live long in the underworld, and Thomas von has suffered even greater humiliation, let alone being beaten twice.

The tavern is not his territory, and there is no benefit in making a big fuss, not to mention that although the other party has mental problems, he really has nothing to say.

His gun is still in the opponent's hand, and if he really fights, a stray bullet doesn't have eyes.

Glancing deeply at the stout Thor, Thomas Feng summoned one of his subordinates, whispered a few times, and then motioned for him to arrange the relevant matters.

......

In the middle of the night, a truck stopped in the middle of the jungle.

The driver got out of the car, came to the back of the car a few steps, opened the grille, and said to the people inside: "Boss, it's here!"

Thomas Feng Chong smiled at the person next to him and motioned for him to follow him out of the car.

"What shall I say?"

Thor looked confused, his voice dissatisfied.

He didn't bother to lie, especially in the face of the mortals of Midgard under Asgard, but there was no way, the last time he failed to apply for a visa was because of his words, so he had been entangled with himself for the past few days and nights in the car.

In the end, he made some unprincipled compromises and decided to listen to the rhetorical suggestions given by the other side before making a decision.

"Don't say anything!" "Thomas, Feng looked at ease that I was doing things, "We don't apply for a visa this time, just smuggle in!"

"Can you get to New York?"

"No problem!"

Thor nodded in satisfaction and didn't say anything more.

The two got out of the car and waited at the front of the car for a while before they saw a military jeep with no brand plate driving away.

When the car stopped, a white man with a long beard stepped out of the car.

He was not tall, dressed in canvas overalls, and covered in dust, as if he had just returned from a fight with a groundhog.

"Hahaha, Ricks, my brother!"

Thomas Feng laughed and opened his arms to meet him, but was pushed and staggered by the other party.

"Just one?"

Ricks said dissatisfied.

"Yes," said Thomas, looking back at his chest and deliberately raising his voice, "to New York!"

"Five thousand!"

"What?"

"Five thousand dollars!"

Ricks twisted his neck, looking impatient.

"Is business so good lately?" Thomas Feng couldn't help but rub his hands together, his tone full of disbelief: "Introduce someone and give me five thousand dollars!"

"You've drunk too much!" Ricks scolded, explaining, "You gave me five thousand!"

"It's not ......"

"That was before!"

Thomas Von was interrupted before he could finish his sentence, and Ricks looked around and explained impatiently, "The old man was sent to Berea, and the unlucky man and his men were dug up by the 'Drama Master', and the church was destroyed in the earthquake!"

"It's been more than half a year since this happened, don't you know?"

Thomas Feng shook his head, although he had done a lot of murder and arson, he really didn't make much money in human trafficking.

If it weren't for the madman's pressure, he wouldn't have found this Ricks, who had had sporadic contact with him before, because of something else.

"Then you ...... now"

"Smuggling!" Ricks patted his chest, "regular business!".

Thomas Feng looked incredulous, but quickly figured out why.

The United States, especially New York, is the most active place for the "Drama Master", although I haven't heard about the "Drama Master" for a while, but no one knows when this ancestor will appear and edify you with his full artistic sense.

Smiling sarcastically, Thomas Von was shocked at the horror of Ricks' choice to stop.

If America's security apparatus had the deterrent power of a "drama master", the lighthouse country might have become a paradise as he advertised.

The sight of a tall figure standing in the distance made Thomas Feng's smile freeze on his face.

The one behind him is also a master with a brain problem, especially with a gun that originally belonged to him, if this thing can't be done......

recalled all the rumors I heard about the "Drama Master", and Thor didn't act like a normal person who could chat well, so he really had to use a gun if he made a fuss.

Thomas, who had no intention of revenge, was ruthless, gritted his teeth and said to Ricks: "I'll give you the money, send him to New York!"

"," Ricks snorted, "I'm in legitimate business!"

Before answering, Thomas Feng's heart was bleeding.

But he didn't feel that he was suddenly a little timid and unwilling to cause more trouble because of Rix's performance, but comforted himself: maybe the other party is really a god, and when the time comes, he will come to bless himself, and he will donate the money to the church, and he can really bring good luck to himself.

......

While Thomas von and Ricks were talking, in the distance, two figures were slowly walking towards the place under the cover of night.

The figure in front of him was dressed in a pitch-black one-piece cloak, wrapped in a more compact way than the simple student who went to the lost and found office on the school playground and picked up his girlfriend who had been blown away from the balcony of his dorm room by the wind.

The followers in the back followed suit, and their waists were unnaturally slightly rickety.

Suddenly, the person in front stopped.

The people behind immediately stopped, and their rickety bodies bent a little more.

After waiting for a while, he didn't see the person in front of him talking, so he took two steps forward and asked in a humble tone, "Master, what's wrong?"

"Met a familiar person!"

The person in front spoke slowly, his voice was hoarse, but his tone was full of pretentious gestures.

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