MTL - The Strongest Arms Dealer-Chapter 79 : priest

Tang Dao wants to lead Felix to a dead end!

But this guy is too "clean", and it takes two lives to give him a boost.

Pierce is a good guy, and the boss has already learned a little bit about his black belly. When the other party said it, he instantly understood what he meant, and he didn't need the other party to say anything, so he responded, "Understood, boss, this I'll take care of things."

Tang Dao snapped his fingers and said with satisfaction: "Great!".

I just like employees who are so smart. If they were all like Osborne, he wouldn't even have time to wipe their butts!

"Boss, there is one more thing." Pierce hesitated.

"You can say anything, there is nothing we can't say between us, Pierce."

"I want a year's salary advance."

He obviously still can't say it, after all, how long has he only been working? It will take a month if he is full of money. Tang Dao can ask him to control 200,000 US dollars. He already feels the satisfaction of being trusted, but now he has to advance his salary, which is really hard to say.

Tang Dao frowned slightly, "Of course, I will ask someone to pay a sum of money in your card. After you finish your work in the United States, you will come to Mogadishu. Somalia needs you very much."

Pierce's heart felt hot, and he responded heavily.

After hanging up the phone, he put the receiver back and yelled at the supermarket attendant, "How much is it?"

The waiter was a black girl. She looked at the machine and said, "Mr. $20, you are making a transoceanic call."

She was afraid that the other party would think she was charging indiscriminately, so she turned the price display over to Pierce for a look, but the latter didn't care, and threw out a green coin, "Give me the Marlboro for the rest of the money."

"Wait a minute." The waiter bent down and took out two cigarettes from the cabinet, then raised his head and asked, "Do you want a bag?"

"No, just hold it like this. There won't be any later anyway." Pierce waved his hand, took it out of the supermarket, trotted across the road, and saw a three- to four-meter-high sculpture on the opposite side, surrounded by people. There were more than a dozen big men of different colors, and some of them even had tattoos on their arms. They didn't look like a good man in any way.

Pedestrians passing by all paid attention, and the parents dragged their children around for fear of getting any taint.

"Next." Pierce yelled softly, threw the two cigarettes in a parabola, and was firmly held by someone.

"Marlboro? It smells so good."

A group of people couldn't wait to open the cigarettes. This may be because they haven't smoked for a long time, and they almost used violence to open the cigarettes.

"Canine tooth, priest, mosquito, follow me out at night, everyone else prepares their passports and buys air tickets together." Pierce looked at his watch, took out a wad of money from his pocket, and handed it to one of them. "Mills, I don't want to mess around at night. If something happens, you should stay here and beg for food."

Mills is a bearded black man with a calm complexion, and he must be exercising. He is wearing a shirt to support his tendons. He took the money and nodded in agreement.

Pierce is also ugly. Most of the people he recruited were homeless or had criminal records. Of course, he excluded those who sucked up fans and were ducks. The criminal records were also about petty theft and could not make it to the stage. .

There are all kinds of goods, if it is not hard, how can you manage it?

If they feel bound, they can get out, do you think the money is so easy to get?

Pierce took the few people he had just ordered and got into a small Buick next to him. The four of them together weighed nearly 600 kilograms. The tires of the car obviously couldn't bear it, and it sank a few centimeters. The car whimpered.

"Pierce, can't you rent an SUV? Damn it, how can I stretch my legs?" Gelbachio, who was sitting in the back, patted his thighs and grumbled. The crowd was uncomfortable.

"You're going to lose weight." The co-pilot was sitting wearing glasses, with a cross hanging around his neck, and a sentence on his left cheek: "God will come (God will come, and he even tattooed the Bible on his back Old Testament is simply the natural enemy of trypophobia patients. He originally wanted to be a priest, but the church heard that he was a Vietnam War veteran?

Falk!

Roll wherever you feel comfortable.

If he was recruited as a priest, would there still be people in this church?

God doesn't like a butcher with blood on his hands.

Then he had no choice but to become one: "Exorcism (exorcism main activity area is in the red light districts of San Francisco, he is also a little famous there, when Pierce found him, this brother was in the room deep exorcism Well, it can be regarded as a better mix among this group of people.

He's not in the same unit as Pierce, but he's from the same place as John Kansberg.

During the Vietnam War, the priest operated the M60E1 machine gun and fired at the enemy alone, holding down the position. When his face was covered with blood, he wrapped his head with clothes and insisted on supporting him. After the war, he won a medal, but after returning to China , was sold by him.

$10!

His only son was sick, in order to save his life.

But then he died, his wife left, and his family was gone.

Maybe he took the nickname: "Father" just to suppress his bad luck, never to be a hero again, it's not worth it.

Hearing his ridicule, Gerbachio groaned, supported the table and chairs in front of him, and looked at Pierce, "What are we going to do now? Does the boss have any tasks?"

The boss called smoothly. Anyway, for Gerbachio, he was already ready to eat with Tang Dao anyway, so don't think about anything messy, he is not a greasy girl.

"Go and throw someone overboard."

Pierce's understatement made the car much quieter in an instant, but immediately after, the priest whistled, "It's so cool!" Pointing at the former's side face, he said angrily, "You said that? You're so handsome, I want to exorcise you."

"Fack squid, don't come close to me!" Pierce raised his middle finger.

"That person has a grudge against the boss?" The man sitting on the other side behind asked ~www.novelbuddy.com~, just like his nickname, as thin as a mosquito, and asked with a frown.

Pierce glanced at him from the mirror, the mosquito's sense of justice is the strongest here.

He spent six years in prison. After he retired from the army, he worked as a security guard in a school, but he saw a black girl being bullied by several white young men, drinking urine, beating, and even rudely tearing off her clothes Laughing at her, the mosquito stopped the other party, but maybe it was too hard, and beat a little boy. Who knew that the other party's father was a gangster, and he brought a dozen people to block him when he was off work that night.

Mosquito is very honest, he was slapped twice while standing, but man, sometimes he is too honest, others will push forward. Before the other party left, he greeted his mother. He kicked the opponent's ribs, and then went up to grab and beat him, staring at one person to beat him, while others beat him behind him, carrying it hard.

This attack was too ruthless, and he suffered intracranial hemorrhage and died in the hospital.

I was imprisoned for six years!

In Pierce's view, he has a sense of justice, but he is also an idiot.

Either don't kill people, or let them reunite, that's what the boss said, "Either don't do anything, or let the other party have no room for regret."

Pierce sorted out his language, looked at the mosquito, and said softly, "Sometimes, you have to kill if you don't have hatred. In this world, it's more about profit, and that person is just useful."

Mosquito couldn't accept this explanation. He frowned and wanted to speak, but Gerbachio grabbed his hand and shook his head slightly at him.

Mosquito bowed his head in silence.

The priest glanced at him and shook his head, "Poor sense of justice, you will eventually throw yourself into Satan's camp, God, you can't save mercy."

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