(Ask for a ticket!) Ask for a ticket! ）

Li Yaoyang stepped on the steps of the door, and was just about to rush in, when the alarm bell sounded in his heart, and his hind feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he couldn't lift them up alive or dead.

"No~ No, no, can't enter! There are traps inside. A voice in my heart said.

He looked up, and there was no sound in the empty room, and the silence was panicking.

After a few seconds, his whole body seemed to be pointed, and he didn't move.

Suddenly, he turned around sharply and ran away, his numb scalp and biting chill urging his steps to speed up! Hasten!

He didn't know that at the moment when he turned around and ran away, in front of his bedroom window on the second floor, a person put away his gun and said with a confused face:

"Boss, he didn't come in~"

"Huh? Didn't come in? Joe Perry was also confused, it was different from what he imagined.

The blind old man who was tied his hands and feet next to him sneered, and said in half-baked English with a smell of seafood:

"I said, it's useless for you to tie me up, I'm just a blind landlord, I fight with him every day for rent, if something really happens, he will definitely run away as soon as possible, can you care about my old life?"

Joe Perry was embarrassed and opened his mouth several times without saying a word.

"So, let me go, what's the use of a blind old man to you?" He persuaded bitterly.

One of his subordinates scolded:

"Shut your mouth, blind old man, and be careful that I make you completely blind."

Joe Perry frowned:

"Shut up and be polite to the elderly, what can I tell you? We are highly qualified people! ”

To tell a joke, Joe Perry is a Chicago hey society, actually talking about quality.

"Yes is ~ quality, pay attention to quality ~" the subordinate said stupidly.

Li Yaoyang ran all the way to Guangjitang at the fastest speed: "Fat Dun'er~Fat Dun'er~"

"I'm here, Brother Yang, what's wrong?" Fat Dun'er rushed out when he heard the sound, and with him was Lao Yao, who seemed to have just come back not long ago.

"Something happened, Joe Perry is here, Old Man Wu is likely to be in their hands, hurry up and call the Mei brothers to bring guns to my house to meet."

Fortunately, he had the foresight to take the gun to the temporarily rented warehouse in advance and put it away, otherwise he would have gone into battle empty-handed.

"Okay~ I'll go!"

Fat Dun'er didn't care about wearing a coat, and the girl wanted to run, but was scolded by Lao Yao:

"Wait, what's the hurry, you just killed it so rashly, not only can't save Lao Wu, but you will also put your own life into it."

Li Yaoyang just looked very excited, but just now, when the cold wind blew, his heart had already calmed down, and he had a rough plan.

"Old man, don't worry, I promise to rescue Lao Wu safely~"

"Do you have a plan?"

"Yes!"

Lao Yao relieved his heart:

"It's good to have a plan, don't be reckless, pay attention to safety, it's really not okay to come back and call me, although we Chinese don't make trouble, but we are not afraid of things, a few foreign devils actually found here, and they deceived people too much!"

This sentence shows that Lao Yao is a capable person, and he doesn't want to get involved, but something is true.

"You don't need to keep moving, watch me stew them in a spoonful!"

Fat Dun'er went to the warehouse to call someone, while Li Yaoyang went to a place and made an appointment with Fat Dun'er to meet near his home.

He is very calm, and only when he is calm can he think further.

The sheriff's office, just off Kenny Street, not far from his home.

This is Chinatown, Manhattan, not a no-man's land in the countryside, and Li Yaoyang must do a good job in dealing with the aftermath.

David Pinkerman, sheriff of Chinatown, a well-deserved emperor of the soil, has an irreversible relationship with the royal family, and his biggest hobby in life is money.

The Chinese living here have a consensus - money can make a ghost grind, and this ghost is David Pinkerman, a foreign devil with red curly hair!

Redheads are uncommon even in the West and are sometimes used as a symbol of bad luck.

This is also the reason why he was not welcomed and was assigned to Chinatown as a sheriff.

Normally, sheriffs are hand-chosen by the citizens of a county, but Chinatown is inherently dwarven and has no autonomy.

In the past many years, because of the endless vicious fights, it is necessary to strengthen management.

Thus, David Pinkerman, a sheriff elected by his superiors, came into being.

His presence is the equivalent of the link between Chinatown and New York managers.

But after so many years, the role of the bond has not played much, and the money has not been less.

This is also due to Wang Anliang's 'attention', if it weren't for his large investment, David Pinkman would not have had the opportunity to make so much money.

Who would have thought that the work that was supposed to be distributed would be fished out by him.

Now whoever grabs his position is like killing his parents, and they don't share the same hatred!

The sheriff's office, deserted, don't get me wrong, this is normal.

Don't come if you have something, except for those who have money! This is also the consensus of Chinatown residents.

A few fake foreign devils in suits and gold-rimmed glasses roamed around the office.

They talked and laughed, drank a cup of coffee from time to time, and regarded it as a social scene for high society.

Job? Who cares?

The bosses don't care, and the ones who get paid don't care.

"Who are you looking for?" Li Yaoyang stood at the door for a long time, and finally someone took care of him.

A little white face with a small oily hair and a dog-like appearance stood a few meters away and shouted.

"If you have something to do with the sheriff, what should I do?" Li Yaoyang didn't show too much anxiety, and asked calmly.

Maybe it was his clean and neat suit that played a role, and the other party didn't look down on him.

"Looking for a sheriff? What can you tell us, the sheriff doesn't just meet guests. ”

"I know, but I have a business to talk to him about."

Earlier, this is equivalent to opening a sesame door, and you have to recite a spell.

"Come with me~"

The conversation between the two was also heard by others, and they were all curious, what kind of 'business' could this slightly unfamiliar face have to find the sheriff?

may be more envy and jealousy, after all, Li Yaoyang's face is very young, but his outfit is worth a lot of money, and he looks like a child of a rich family.

But there are only a few rich and powerful in Chinatown, why hasn't this person seen it?

The sheriff's office was on the second floor, and the largest one at the end, with thick solid wood double doors, was a status symbol.

"Sir, a guest has arrived, and he wants to talk about a business..."

"Oh? Welcome, how can we help you? ”

The large desk faces the door, the entrance is elegantly arranged with a saloon on the left and a bookshelf on the right, and the soft handmade carpet underfoot is a symbol of strength.

David Pinkman sat behind the table in an olive green military uniform, his chin was crossed with his fingers crossed, his big blue eyes were bright, and what was more conspicuous was his red hair, which was very close to the image of the devil in the villain's book.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, Li Yaoyang bowed slightly:

"Mr. Pinkerman, I'm going to talk about a one-shot deal, how about making a long story short?"

For those who love money, don't grind with him, get straight to the point, and satisfy each other.

Sure enough, David Pinkman showed a hypocritical smile that only businessmen have, and stretched out his hand to signal:

"Sit down and say, what to drink?"