"Shak, where did you get all this money?" Looking at Randall, who was carrying a suitcase and leaving the reception room with a victorious smile on his face, Simon couldn't help but ask. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"I took two commissions, and the client was equally generous." Shak lit himself a cigarette and threw the case into Simon's hand along with the lighter.

"But you just gave them the money? These guys are greedy jackals, and even if they take the money, they will definitely find other ways to disadvantage Sasha......" Simon frowned, holding a cigarette, but did not light it.

"So, do you have any other good idea?" Shak smiled and glanced at him.

"I ......" Simon choked, but he couldn't say any more when it came to his lips. He lit the cigarette butt with a lighter, took a big puff as if venting, and muttered through gritted teeth,

"This city is rotten, this country is rotten, I didn't come out of the police academy to come to this bird place to be angry with these scumbags......

"Of course you can't help it...... Coincidentally, I have. Shak ignored Simon's self-pitiful muttering and spewed out a smoke like an arrow.

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A black Penck hovercar slowly pulled out of the parking lot of the police station, and in the back seat of the spacious car, Randall's cousin, Cornier, who was still wrapped in bandages on his feet, was looking excitedly at the money in the suitcase. Randall, who was on the side, glanced at him disdainfully, and stopped looking at him.

Two hundred and fifty thousand calven coins was indeed not a decimal, but it was a surprise for him, because it was not the result he originally wanted.

"Boss, will you just let them go?" In the passenger seat, a skinny man with a pair of glasses turned around and asked. His name is Derek, and Satsuma who drives is Randall's henchmen, and Randall is naturally very aware of Morisa's intentions.

"Hehe, how could I just give up on what Randall has a crush on. But since people spend a lot of money to buy peace, then we also have to give this money a little face—just let their peace be maintained to this day! Randall let out a wicked sinister laugh as he smoked his pipe.

In addition to Cornier, who was still immersed in a large pile of bills, the other two also laughed.

The car drove towards the overpass, but I didn't know what was happening ahead, and the Barton overpass, which had always been smooth, was actually jammed with a long queue of traffic.

Satsuma, who was driving, cursed in a low voice, found a place that was still vacant, and turned the front of the car. To get to the south of the city, the fastest way is to go through the Barton overpass, but instead of being stuck in traffic here, it is better to take a detour for dozens of minutes to get comfortable.

Bypassing two blocks, perhaps because of the large traffic jam, there are many vehicles on the originally deserted side street that are also thinking about detours.

It wasn't until you entered St. Wah's Street that the road was completely clear. However, by this time, they had entered the control of the Victor gang.

There were no pedestrian vehicles in the way, and Satsuma also raised the speed slightly, but before he could walk for two minutes, a freight hovertruck suddenly appeared at the opposite street corner and swayed in their direction.

St. Wah's Street used to be just a branch of Monde Road, and it was very reluctant for one or two family hovercars to pass side by side, but the freight truck, which was one-third wider than the family car, would occupy most of the lane, and it was absolutely impossible for Randall's car to pass by it.

"Oh,!" Satsuma snapped his horn angrily, he really couldn't understand how a freight truck could come to such a small place.

Although he slapped hard and the horn of the car was very harsh, the driver of the freight truck on the opposite side seemed to not pay attention to them at all, and still drove towards them slowly but firmly.

"It's Victor's gang's car, let's let them go first!" Randall, in the back seat, reached out and patted Satsuma on the shoulder, as he had seen an icon of a serrated broadsword spray-painted on the front of the van, which was the emblem of Victor's gang.

Maybe there was something unsightly in the other party's car, so he deliberately took such a remote path, after all, this is someone else's territory, and he naturally decided to retreat from the fact that he had no intention of causing trouble.

There was a gap in the railing of a sidewalk on the side of the road, and Satsuma leaned into the gap, giving way to most of the lane, allowing the arrogant freight truck to go first.

The freight car is getting closer and closer, obviously there is plenty of light at the moment, and it is still lit by the two huge headlights in front of the car, and the dazzling light makes Satsuma and others unable to see the driver in the driver's seat clearly, and can only vaguely see what seems to be a black thin man in his thirties with a stubble face.

Finally the two cars met, but to their annoyance, the truck left the right lane and tried to occupy the middle of the road, so the rough front of the car forced into Randall's body.

In a series of cacophony of metal scrapes, Randall's well-maintained Penk hovercar was plowed into the left side from front to rear with a row of deep scars.

The most infuriating thing is that instead of stopping the car, the truck driver who caused the accident raised his middle finger defiantly to several people below through the cab window.

"Holy! This son of a bitch! The grumpy Satsuma pushed open the door and rushed out on the spot, and Derek in the passenger followed closely behind him.

This time Randall didn't stop him, his face was also gloomy as iron at this time, and the clay man still had three points of fire, not to mention a gang leader like him.

What about Victor Gangsters? What if it's not on your own turf? A small truck driver dares to lose his face like this, if he doesn't know how powerful he is today, what face will he have to mix in the underworld of Morbock City!

The truck was moving slowly, and Satsuma quickly chased after it, smashing the cab window with a fist the size of a casserole.

The driver of the car also seemed to be startled, and he panicked and hit the brakes, and the body of the truck was blocked in the middle of the street.

"You bastard, get me out!" Satsuma was also a half-orc, tall and powerful, and with a single pull, he pulled the black, thin driver out of the shattered window, and then he carried him in the air with one hand.

Derek followed, but due to the angle, he could only see his companion's broad back and his two feet in the air.

"Take it to Mr. Randall." Derek was afraid that his companion would miss and pinch the driver to death, so he patted Satsuma on the shoulder.

However, the next moment, Derek's hand froze in the air, and his mouth opened into an O-shape. Because Satsuma turned his head suddenly, no, it should have been that his head suddenly turned a hundred and eighty degrees, and made a strange eye with him.

At this moment, he heard the "gle" of his companion's neck bone, and at the same time heard the same crisp cracking sound of his own sternum—the leg that seemed to be struggling suddenly came out from under Satsuma's armpit and kicked heavily on his chest.

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