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At this time, it was past noon, and none of the guests in the restaurant were very deserted, and the killer agent Tony, a white fat uncle in a floral shirt, was sitting on a table not far from the back kitchen, reading the newspaper leisurely.

When someone approached the dining room, Tony looked up and saw that it was Hua Twelve, his brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't speak, and it wasn't until the former came over and sat across from him that he asked:

"Lai Ang, according to your style, when you finish doing business in the same city, don't you have to hide for a while, why did you come to me the next day?"

Hua Twelve waved his hand: "It's nothing, there are some problems near my residence, the neighbors have caused trouble, and it is not suitable for me to live anymore!"

Tony spread his hands in confusion: "So, what are you doing here with me?"

"That's Tony, I don't think it's cost-effective to rent a house, I'm going to buy a premium apartment on the Upper East Side, or a villa with an indoor pool and training ground on Long Island, you know how important training is to a killer!"

Hua Twelve talked about his thoughts seriously, as if he was talking to an old friend about the idea of buying a house.

Tony looked incredulous at first, then laughed as two sturdy white men in the kitchen behind him poked their heads out as if to check the situation, and Hua Twelve smiled and waved at each other.

The two men obviously knew Lai Ang too, and when they saw that it was him, they nodded slightly expressionlessly, which was regarded as a greeting, and then retreated back into the dark part of the kitchen.

Tony tapped his fingers on the table and couldn't help but laugh:

"Laiang, you're kidding me, aren't you? You've finally learned to tell jokes, which is a good sign, why don't you have a paella and celebrate with another glass of white wine? ”

Hua Twelve smiled and shook his head: "No, Tony, it's not a joke!"

Tony was still laughing: "Okay, it's not a joke, you're really going to buy an apartment on the East Side and a villa on Long Island, so Laiang, do you have the money, I mean the down payment?"

Hua Twelve had a happy smile on his face: "So I want to get back the money deposited with you, what do you think?"

Tony's smile froze, then shook his head and said: "No, it's not a good idea, even if you get the money back, it's not enough money to pay the down payment, it's better to keep the money with me, and I'll help you invest, that's much higher than the interest in the bank, you know that money makes money, money regenerates money, there will be more and more!"

Hua Twelve's face suddenly understood: "So Tony, you yourself have invested a lot of money in it, right, I mean investment?"

Looking at the other party's solemn nod, Hua Twelve's left and right hands each took out a handful of g17 from behind his waist:

"Since you've earned so much, isn't it enough for you to sponsor me, look how smart I am!"

Tony's face changed, and he yelled, "Oh damn it, what are you going to do, robbery is not what a killer should do......"

With his voice, the two fierce white men in the kitchen had already rushed out of the kitchen with a handful of micro punches.

But at the moment when they first appeared, Hua Twelve's hands pulled the trigger at the same time.

The marksmanship derived from Mr. Smith, although not as good as the perverts of the Brotherhood, is also at the level of an ace killer, two white bodyguards were shot in the forehead at the same time, and Peng Peng fell to the ground twice.

Hua Twelve flew over, jumped over the table in front of him, and jumped over Tony's head by the way, and before the latter could draw his gun, the muzzle of his left hand was already on the back of the opponent's head:

"I'll kill you if I move!"

As Hua Twelve spoke, his eyes were not fixed on Tony, but with the pistol in his right hand, he looked into the kitchen, where a white man dressed as a chef was taking out a rifle from the kitchen cupboard.

Hua Twelve shook his head helplessly, pulled the trigger again, and the bullet shot out of the silencer with a slight cracking sound, ending the battle before the cook could turn around and aim at him.

After making sure that there was no one else in the hotel, Hua Twelve turned around and pressed Tony's head against the table, then pressed the muzzle of a gun against it:

"Now tell me, give me money, or die?"

Tony still said strongly: "Laiang, you white-eyed wolf who can't be raised, don't forget how miserable you were when you first arrived in New York, or I gave you the certificate!"

Seeing that Hua Twelve was unmoved, he continued to shout:

"You know I'm working for the New York gang, you don't end up like this, the money doesn't belong to you, and you won't be able to stay in New York if you get the money!"

Hua Twelve scoffed at this:

"Fart, all I got back was my own money, I only had 5,000 dollars to kill a person, and only 50,000 dollars to kill the boss of the Dagger Club, Tony, can you believe it?"

He laughed and expressed his disdain:

"Even the New York gangsters would not offer such a black-hearted price, not to mention that you didn't even give me this money, it was you who swallowed my money Tony, what I said is not wrong!"

Tony's eyes were a little evasive, obviously being told the truth by Hua Twelve.

"I'll only give you three seconds to decide your fate, or I'll kill you and leave empty-handed, or I'll leave with my money, and you'll choose!"

Ten minutes later, Hua Twelve left the Spanish restaurant with a travel bag, and Tony collapsed under the dining room table with the same brow.

In the Ford car on the side of the road, Matilda was looking through the window, her eyes full of apprehension, anxiety, and anticipation.

When she saw Hua Twelve, she had a sunny smile on her face and waved at him through the car window.

Hua Twelve opened the car door and threw his travel bag into Matilda's arms to hold her tight, and in New York he was not worried about throwing a bag of bills on the back seat, which would cause big trouble.

Got into the driver's seat, started the car and calmly left here.

Matilda felt the weight of the duffel bag in her arms and asked curiously, "What is this Mr. Ang?"

Hua Twelve then turned the steering wheel around an intersection, and at the same time said indifferently:

"Three million US dollars, a few gold bars, and some diamonds, you must hold on tightly, this is related to my quality of life in the future!"

Matilda's eyes widened, as if she had discovered some new world, and then she asked:

"Is this what you just grabbed with those two guns? Mr. Leang! ”

Hua Twelve glanced at the girl and said with a smile: "No, it's all my money, those two guns are just the keys to open the vault, I just get my own money back, that's all!"

Matilda seemed to understand something, and suddenly winked playfully:

"Yes sir, it's all your money, that's all, when I was eight years old, the department store near my house was full of toys that belonged to me, but it's a pity that I was missing two keys like you!"

Hua Twelve's hand holding the steering wheel shook, almost didn't cause a car accident, this girl obviously misunderstood something, these were really his money, he earned it as a killer.

Except, of course, those gold bars and diamonds, which he took back to expand his storage space.

Away from the scene of the murderous eucalyptus, Hua Twelve felt that it was time to talk about business:

"Alright Matilda, it's time to get down to business, do you have a place to go? Like uncles, aunts, cousins, cousins, those people or places that can adopt you? ”