"Still shrouded in a thick fog, only the silver of the church towers, the Zhou Chuan glittered.

A group of ascetic monks of the Holy See, draped in burlap robes, carrying oil lamps and incense burners, walked slowly down the street, whispering the chapters of the Bible that exhorted people to do good, and the fluctuations of the holy power entangled around them, dispelling the dense fog within a radius of ten meters around them.

A group of a dozen luxury motorhomes rushed out of the fog like ghost riders in the night, rudely crushing over a pool of stagnant water, splashing the monks around.

The convoy stopped on the side of the road, and a strong and murderous man poured out of the car.

They shoved the monks roughly, forcing them into a corner by the side of the road. The monks were furious and wanted to reason with the big men, but dozens of powerful mental fluctuations pouring out of the RV made them wisely shut their mouths.

Twenty or so Adepts dressed in silver trench coats with a badge of spades in a playing card tattooed with black thread on their left chest stepped out of the car, and they respectfully lined up by the door of an RV, bowing in unison.

The door slowly opened, a. A middle-aged man who was short and weak, but with brilliant golden hair, walked down with a black mountain vine cane. He glanced at the messy ground around him, frowned and waved his cane: "Donate a million to London Guildhall tomorrow so that they can renovate the ground around here." With such a dirty road and holes everywhere, it is too inconvenient for citizens to travel, remember that at least twenty reporters must be present when donating!"

A bald man nodded respectfully in response: "Yes, boss, your good deeds will soon spread throughout Europe! Your generosity is comparable to that of the saints of the Holy See!"

"Hmm!" the man nodded in satisfaction, glancing at the ascetic monk who was forced into the corner by his subordinates, unable to move, and snorted dissatisfiedly. Many. The cane tapped lightly on the bald man's shoulder, and he whispered, "How many times have I told you?

With unhurried steps, the golden man walked up to the ascetic monk who led the group, smiled at him brightly, and bowed to him very seriously. "I'm sorry, honorable monk, I apologize for the barbarism and rudeness of my subordinates!

Straightening up, he fumbled in his pocket for a while, and pulled out a checkbook, "What about the emperor." In a few clicks, a cash check for two million was signed.

Not allowing the other party to refuse, he forcibly stuffed the check to the ascetic monk who led the group, and affectionately put his arms around the shoulders of the slightly balding monk leader, and pulled his body to reveal a bright smile. Flash" snapped. In a flash, the scene was filmed just right, with a serious monk, a smiling golden man, and the purple-gold cash check that is unique to the Commonwealth Bank.

As soon as the photo was taken, the golden man threw away the stunned ascetic monk and wiped his palm on his pants vigorously in front of others. He calmly ordered: "Send this picture to The Times tomorrow, and try to get a second masthead, and say that the pious boss Blackjack is donating money to the orphans of the Holy See orphanage on the street." ”

The delicate woman with the camera in hand smiled and winked at Blackjack. She writhed her slender waist charmingly: "Understand, boss, your kind deeds are enough to move the Heavenly Father to bless you!"

Black Jack pretended to cross his chest, and then pulled out a red silk rope from his collar and kissed the jade bodhisattva hanging from it. Blinking his eyes, Black Jack was stunned, hurriedly stuffed the Jade Bodhisattva into his arms, and took out a silver silk rope, on which hung a jade carved Taiji diagram. With a cold snort of dissatisfaction, Black Jack made a cross on his chest again, and after stuffing the Taiji Tu back into his arms, he took out a thin white silk thread and kissed the sterling silver cross hanging from the silk thread very reverently.

A dozen or so Adepts looked up at the sky, as if to study why there were no thunderclouds in the sky and a bolt of lightning sent down to kill their boss.

"O Lord Almighty, have mercy on our poor flock!" said Blackjack, shaking his head sadly, and tucked the cross back into his bosom.

With a fierce wave of his hand, Black Jack rushed into an alley on the side of the road with more than two dozen strangers and nearly a hundred big men, and ran wildly for hundreds of meters like a pack of wild dogs, coming to the door of a dilapidated old apartment. The old man guarding the porter watched the menacing group of people rush over, and he was about to press the lock of the alarm, when Blackjack had already "screamed, screamed, and rushed over first, and slapped a rattan cane in the old man's face.

The old man screamed miserably, and he fell to the ground holding his cheek, which had been torn open with a deep bloody wound. His body twitched violently.

Blackjack kicked the old man a few times and scolded angrily, "Damn old thing, I hate you guys who give me trouble!

He took out a stack of bills and threw it on the old man, and Blackjack turned and rushed towards the doorway. But just a few meters after rushing out, he ran again and picked up half of the banknotes that had been thrown around the old man. He muttered and complained: "This small injury can be solved for a few hundred yuan at most, although I am very rich, but I can't waste it indiscriminately." Leave you two thousand and don't leave you one thousand and five, enough for you to heal your injuries and buy some delicious nutritional products by the way

Counting the banknotes he picked up carefully, Blackjack put his fingers into his mouth and dipped his saliva in uneasy, and counted them carefully twice again, and then he stuffed the banknotes back into his pocket with satisfaction.

With a fierce wave of his hand, Blackjack shouted, "Brothers, give it to me!"

A group of people rushed into the apartment building, went up to the 228th floor through the elevator, and finally came to the door of the studio apartment.

Black Jack scolded with a gloomy face, and a strange person who was more than two meters tall and had muscles all over his body snorted, pressed his hands on the security door of the apartment, and directly ripped the three-inch thick pure steel security door off the wall. "Boom. With a bang, a small piece of the wall near the door frame collapsed, and there was a puff of dust, and Blackjack rushed in with the men.

"Oh my God!" In the one-room apartment, which is no more than five meters long and wide, on two mattresses stacked together, a handsome brown man with oily hair and pink face is entangled with a pretty green woman naked, and is in high spirits to carry out the most primitive reproduction activities of human beings. The security door was violently removed, the body of the man and the woman was violently separated, and the brown man reached for the automatic rifle placed next to the mattress. But a big foot had already preempted him, and stomped the automatic rifle.

With a click, the automatic rifle sank deep into the floor, and the man raised his head in despair and screamed: "Oh my God, the boss no, no."

Black Jack rushed up with a gloomy face, and he swung his vine cane and slammed it at the man's lower body.

The piercing sound of breaking the air passed, and the man wailed bitterly, and his hands were holding his lower body and convulsed.

The green woman screamed hoarsely, she swayed her ** body in horror, trying to find a place to hide. But where is there a place for her to hide in this kind of apartment provided by the federal government at a low price? She spun a few *** on the mattress, fell to her knees, and hugged Black Jack's thighs hard.

"Oh my God, my dearest boss, have you finally come to my rescue?" a smile forced into the green woman's pretty face, and she rubbed her face against Black Jack's thighs flatteringly.

"Rescue you, oh no, dear Jennifer, although I still remember your wonderful body, but I came this time to rescue my money!" Black Jack stroked Jennifer's face and smiled at her, "Where's my money? You damn bitch, my money! I'll put you in charge of the 750 million in cash!"

Jennifer's body trembled violently, and she looked at Black Jack in horror.

Blackjack swung his cane and slammed it on Jennifer's body. The crisp sound was endless, and Jennifer's body was soon covered with piercing blood marks. It didn't take long for the blood marks on her body to gradually crack open, and black blood flowed out. Jennifer was in pain. Screaming, she rolled wildly on the floor, but the small room was so crowded that no matter where she rolled, she couldn't escape Blackjack's blows.

Black Jack roared hoarsely, and he roared, "My money!Jennifer!my money!my money!my money!my money!"

"You can cheat on my feelings, you can play with my **, but you can't steal my money!my money, my money, my money!" Black Jack stomped his feet angrily, frantically slapping Jennifer who was screaming, he roared loudly: "You can destroy my soul, you can destroy my ** small, you can destroy my faith, you can destroy my honor, it doesn't matter, I don't value these but you can't touch my money! You know? That's my money."

With a snap, the tough mountain vine cane broke in two, and Black Jack screamed and kicked Jennifer in the chest, kicking her flying and falling on the mattress.

There was a heavy gasp, and the weak right arm of Black Jack turned weakly to the brown man who was twitching on the mattress with his hands in his hands. He sneered and tilted his head, and the bear-strong little man with an anti-theft door in his hand strode up and lifted him up with the brown man's head.

Jealously swept over the brown man's toned body, especially his angular eight-pack abs, Black Jack's instinct stroked his soft and sagging lower abdomen, and spat angrily at the man's face: "Damn it, you can seduce my women, I don't care; you can seduce them at will, I don't care, but you shouldn't seduce Jennifer and steal my money! If you just seduce her and elope with her, I will even give you a few boxes of condoms, but you shouldn't take my money!"

Blackjack held out his right hand, and one of his subordinates immediately handed him a large cigar he was lit. Blackjack grinned and took a few puffs of his cigar, trying to make the end of the cigar red and shiny, and then pressed the end of the cigarette hard against the man's lower body.