"Two hundred and fifty thousand, a fixed price! As long as cash, no cheques will be accepted. The middle-aged man www.biquge.info Randall sat on the sofa opposite with his pipe in his mouth and his legs crossed.

He was very well-dressed, and his hair and beard were very delicately groomed, but he was born in a gang, and no matter how much he pretended, he couldn't hide his ruffian.

"I know it might be a bit difficult for you to make such a sum of money, but it's our people and my poor brother who are lying in the hospital right now...... If there is not enough compensation, how can they be soothed from their physical and mental scars? ”

Watching the rogue leader's pompous performance with a cold eye, Shak played with the lighter in his hand without saying a word. However, Sheriff Raymond on the side obviously couldn't tolerate a gang member daring to be so arrogant in his own territory, he slapped the table fiercely, and said angrily:

"Randall, don't go too far, this is the police station, not your Tony Brotherhood!"

"Oh, please don't get so excited, Mr. Sheriff." In the face of Simon's anger, Randall did not show any fear, and even defiantly spewed a puff of smoke in his direction.

Almost all of Morbock, from the lord to the government agencies at all levels, are inextricably linked with the local underworld forces, so the police department that maintains law and order in the city is in an extremely embarrassing situation.

Although some small gangs or those who can't get on the stage may still be afraid of the deterrence of the police, in the eyes of the three really powerful gangsters, the so-called police are just "cleaners" who are responsible for cleaning up the battlefield and arranging the aftermath after every weapon fight or fight.

"Mr. Sheriff, my companion and I don't necessarily need that compensation. However, as citizens of the Republic of Carvin, we have the right to defend our legitimate rights and interests, and we do not necessarily have to remain silent about the wrongdoing of the perpetrators. Randall squinted a pair of mouse eyes, and the two mustaches on his lips curled up one after another, looking particularly obscene,

"It seems that this time you are the ones who insist on not going through the normal judicial process, right?"

"You ......" Raymond's momentum suffocated, and Shak, who was silent beside him, frowned slightly. The two glanced at each other, and Raymond finally sat back in his place, and his tone was forced to soften,

"250,000 is too much, your brother and that little thug are only slightly injured. Since we are sitting here to show our sincerity in resolving the matter, I hope that Mr. Randall will also give us some face......"

"No, no, no, Mr. Sheriff, I have already said that 250,000 is a fixed price, which is actually the price after deducting Your Excellency's face. Even though your face isn't that valuable......"

Seeing that Raymond's face became ugly again, Randall suddenly showed a treacherous smile, stretched out his hand and pressed it falsely, signaling the other party to be calm.

Of course, it's not like there's no other solution. As you know, our gang has opened a few new casinos in the south of the city, and this is the time when there is a shortage of manpower. If we let that lovely little girl come and be a waitress for us for a year......"

Speaking of this, Randall also smacked his lips deliberately, "As long as you become our own member of the Tony Brotherhood, everyone won't care too much about the slightest contradictions." ”

What kind of place is an entertainment city, most adult men know it. And Randall's purpose at the moment is also obvious, the reason why he deliberately offered such a high price is actually just for Molissa herself.

In fact, Randall didn't pay much attention to his unsuccessful cousin, as evidenced by the fact that he was the leader of a gang and only let his cousin be a peripheral gangster responsible for collecting protection money.

Originally, he wasn't going to come forward in person about this matter today, and he believed that with the power of the Tony Brotherhood in this city, as long as the guy with no bad brains would eventually bow his head honestly.

Hurting? Lose money, apologize, have face, and the matter is over.

But today he happened to be running errands near the police station, so he stopped by to take a look, and this look immediately changed his mind.

Molissa's delicate and lovely appearance, delicate figure, and pure temperament that seemed to be unstained instantly hooked his mind, and made a hot current called desire rise in his lower abdomen, which was over forty years old.

Get her! With his own backstage and his own power at the moment, it may not be too difficult.

So he left what he was doing, and the old god sat down in the parlor of the police station, waiting for his prey to come to the door.

"You're dreaming!!"

Simon's face suddenly turned red, of course he understood what the other party meant, and the anger rising in his heart almost burned his reason, and he wanted to immediately pull out his gun and kill this damn old pervert with one shot.

However, his wrist gripping the handle of the gun was grabbed violently. Shak, who had not said a word since entering the door, slowly stood up and pressed Simon back to his seat. During the whole process, his gaze kept coldly falling on Randall on the other side.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand, is it? No problem......" Shak stuffed the lighter in his hand back into his chest pocket, and his tone was flat and couldn't hear half of his joy and anger,

"My Molissa is much more than that."

"Shak, you ......" Simon frowned and looked at him, Shak's financial situation he knew well, I heard that he had recently received a commission with a good salary, but the huge sum of 250,000 yuan was not something that ordinary people like them could take out casually. Even if you help yourself, you can't do it!

"Wait a minute, I'll go get the money." Shak gave Simon a reassuring look, and walked out of the room under the slightly stunned gaze of the two.

Like Simon, Randall didn't believe that Shaq could come up with 250,000 cash at a time, and when he determined that Molissa was his goal, he had asked his entourage to roughly investigate Shak's situation. A poor detective who can't even pay a year's rent at once, 250,000 is estimated to be the income of most of his life.

However, although he was a little stunned, he was not worried that Shak would take this opportunity to leave. Now the initiative is all in their own hands, and it is up to them to think about how to handle them.

Besides, what he wants is that little girl, and if this kid is really scared away, he just has enough reason to take her into his pocket.

After Shak left, Simon also fell silent, looking at Randall's slightly narrowed eyes on the other side, occasionally blooming with naked greed and desire, his angry teeth gurgling. But he also knew that, at least here, he couldn't help this old bastard at all.

Time passed in such an awkward silence, until Shak appeared in the door again, and threw a heavy suitcase on the table between the two of them, the lid of which flicked open, revealing large bundles of neatly stacked bills.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand, cash!"

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