Freddie leaned against the car, he took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a light and took a hard puff, letting his somewhat restless mood gradually calm down. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I remember calling the other party to make an appointment with the time and place of the transaction, but Freddie has no memory of this at all, and that thought seems to have suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, making Freddie always feel that something is wrong.

A van drove up from a distance, and Freddie dropped his half-smoked cigarette on the ground and stomped hard, shaking his arm a few times in the light shining from the van.

The van slowly stopped in front of Freddie, and a tall black man jumped out of the car and said nonchalantly, "Hey, I brought something, where is your money?" ”

"The money is here!" Freddie greeted him, patted the van he was leaning on, and then opened the door of the rear compartment, and with great difficulty removed a sack about the size of a man from inside, and threw it on the ground.

"Damn, why do you have to change? No serial numbers are enough! Freddie said in a complaining tone: "Do you know how much it costs to convert 24 million dollars into change?" It's almost 500 kilograms, dude! ”

"Isn't it good to wait for a heavy exchange?" The black man stuck out his tongue and asked rhetorically.

"Of course!" Freddie shook his head and said, "Next time I'll exchange coins with you, it's the kind of 1 cent coin, I'm sure you'll die of it!" ”

As the black man spoke to Freddy, in the woods about 200 meters away from their location, a sniper was aiming at the black man with his weapon, and he would not hesitate to shoot Freddie if he confirmed that the gold brought by the black man was real.

"Goo!" A strange cry appeared in the sniper's ears, and a hint of alarm rose in his heart, but his mind gradually became blurred. Someone else might have lost their minds entirely, but the Sniper was clearly a highly trained elite, and he bit the tip of his tongue hard, using the sharp pain to force the voice out of his mind.

The regained sniper immediately pulled out his pistol and turned over to shoot at something that made a sound, but when his face was facing upwards, a colorful rainbow light appeared in front of him, and after only one glance, the sniper suddenly became dizzy and lost consciousness.

The pistol that fell next to it slowly levitated from the ground, as if something invisible was holding it, the muzzle moved against the sniper's temple, the trigger moved on its own, and after two consecutive "pounce" sounds, the sniper lost his life.

Watching the blood flow from the muzzle of the sniper's skull, soon staining a large area of the surrounding land red, a night owl standing in the treetops not far away let out another cry, flapped its wings and flew up, and soon disappeared into the dark night sky.

A smile appeared on Yang Guang's face, who was talking to Freddy, he had now changed his appearance to become a black man, and as for the night owl who had just killed the sniper, he was naturally his night owl demon pet.

When Freddie said the next time he would trade coins, Yang Guang stretched out a finger and said in a rhythmic tone, "No, I don't think you have such thoughts, otherwise why would you ambush snipers over there?" ”

Freddie was slightly stunned when he heard Yang Guang say this, and then he hurriedly raised his hands and said, "Damn, I don't know about this!" God, I swear by those Franklins on the dollar, I really don't know......"

Yang Guang interrupted Freddy's words and said to him, "I don't care what you think, I just want to know if there is a problem with those dollar bills!" ”

Freddie hesitated, not that he knew that there was a real problem with the dollar, but that since the person behind him had arranged a sniper, it was unlikely that he would not do anything in the dollar.

"Looks like this deal won't work out!" Yang Guang shook his head and said, "You go back with the dollars and tell them I'm angry, man!" Your disregard for the rules of the trade, your disrespect for me has annoyed me! I will prove to you that there is a price to be paid for doing so, too heavy to be affordable! ”

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Freddie leaned against the car, he took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a light and smoked vigorously, allowing his somewhat restless mood to gradually calm down.

I remember calling the other party to make an appointment with the time and place of the transaction, but Freddie has no memory of this at all, and that thought seems to have suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, making Freddie always feel that something is wrong.

A van drove up from a distance, and Freddie dropped his half-smoked cigarette on the ground and stomped hard, shaking his arm a few times in the light shining from the van.

The van slowly stopped in front of Freddie, and a tall black man jumped out of the car and said nonchalantly, "Hey, I brought something, where is your money?" ”

"The money is here!" Freddie greeted him, patted the van he was leaning on, and then opened the door of the rear compartment, and with great difficulty removed a sack about the size of a man from inside, and threw it on the ground.

"Damn, why do you have to change? No serial numbers are enough! Freddie said in a complaining tone: "Do you know how much it costs to convert 24 million dollars into change?" It's almost 500 kilograms, dude! ”

"Isn't it good to wait for a heavy exchange?" The black man stuck out his tongue and asked rhetorically.

"Of course!" Freddie shook his head and said, "Next time I'll exchange coins with you, it's the kind of 1 cent coin, I'm sure you'll die of it!" ”

As the black man spoke to Freddy, in the woods about 200 meters away from their location, a sniper was aiming at the black man with his weapon, and he would not hesitate to shoot Freddie if he confirmed that the gold brought by the black man was real.

"Goo!" A strange cry appeared in the sniper's ears, and a hint of alarm rose in his heart, but his mind gradually became blurred. Someone else might have lost their minds entirely, but the Sniper was clearly a highly trained elite, and he bit the tip of his tongue hard, using the sharp pain to force the voice out of his mind.

The regained sniper immediately pulled out his pistol and turned over to shoot at something that made a sound, but when his face was facing upwards, a colorful rainbow light appeared in front of him, and after only one glance, the sniper suddenly became dizzy and lost consciousness.

The pistol that fell next to it slowly levitated from the ground, as if something invisible was holding it, the muzzle moved against the sniper's temple, the trigger moved on its own, and after two consecutive "pounce" sounds, the sniper lost his life. (To be continued.) )