Chapter 3: :employee

"【no】".

Tang Dao quickly refused, this place is not right, if two people appear suddenly, they will not be able to scare the coward like Root, and after carefully folding the dollar bills and stuffing them into his pockets, he is ready to leave.

"Hey, buddy." Unexpectedly, Root stopped again, raised his chin, and shook the revolver, "Next time you have something good, remember to think of me, the price can be negotiated."

Tang Dao made a few vague and perfunctory sentences, pulled the hat on his clothes, opened the door and walked out, with Root behind him kissing the revolver excitedly, almost wiping the gun clean with his saliva.

A strong smell of smoke unscrupulously penetrated into the nostrils and rushed straight to the forehead. I saw Hall and others squatting in the corridor, breathing out clouds, and seeing Tang Dao coming out, several pairs of eyes looked over in an instant.

"I have something to do at home, let's go first, this is yours." Tang Dao pointed his thumb, pulled out Franklin from his pocket, stuffed it into Hall's hand, and trotted out the door anxiously.

Hall looked down at the hundred-dollar bill, and the corner of his mouth cracked. Suddenly, he felt a few eyes looking at him. When he turned his head, the eyes of those cronies lit up. He quickly stuffed the money into his pocket, and looked at them vigilantly. .

"Then what is it?" One of them asked knowingly.

"Ass wipe paper!" Hall was even more ruthless, and he also talked nonsense with his eyes open. Afraid that they would be tricky, he stood up and patted his butt, threw the cigarette **** on the ground and stomped it out, and then entered room 206.

"That was one hundred dollars just now?"

After a long pause, a boy with blond hair and freckles opened his mouth and licked his lips, "Did he make a deal? There must be money in his pocket."

Greed, envy, and possessiveness glistened in all of their eyes when it came to money.

"Do you want to..." I don't know who said something faintly, everyone looked at each other, and instantly understood what each other was thinking, stood up, and chased after Tang Dao.

That kid looked very thin, and the three of us could completely rub each other on the ground, steal his money, and go for a show.

Anyway, in San Diego, robbery cases by people of color are generally not accepted by the police station.

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[The host is requested to withdraw the reward as soon as possible, cancel the reward when it expires, count down...]

Tang Dao trotted on the road in a hurry, accidentally bumped into someone, and just waved his hand to say sorry, listening to the prompt in his head, it was too late to go home now, so he could only go into the alley next to him .

Although Conway Street is said to be a gathering place for Chinese Americans, the environmental sanitation is not friendly.

I don't know if there is something thrown from the sky on the telephone pole in the alley, and there are some **** women's products hanging on it. With the wind, there is still a little smell of dead rats in the air, which is very pungent. I stepped on it. Can splash half an inch of high sewage.

Tang Dao found a remote place where no one was around, pressed his head with his right hand, and thought about it, "Receive the reward."

[Reward generation... Received successfully! 】

There are two photos on a virtual screen in front of Tang Dao that change rapidly, and stop after about three or four seconds. On the left is a white man with a beard and a pair of dark eagle eyes. There is a black mole the size of a small sand grain in the corner of his right eye. , with a text description at the bottom of the photo.

"Osborne Brandon, nicknamed: "Ogre". British, once served in the "Red Devil" paratrooper regiment, with the rank of sergeant, participated in the war against the Irish Republican Army. After retiring, he turned into murder and robbery Repeat offender, ranked 78th among the top 100 terrorist figures in the UK, with a reward of 180,000 pounds, good at skydiving, CQC (close combat), proficient in various standard firearms..."

Tang Dao's breathing was slightly stagnant, and there was a frenzy in his eyes.

He doesn't care if the other party is a murderer or not, as long as it is useful, it is a talent. He has already understood the truth by freezing to death the California joint in his last life.

Good people will never be rewarded. Only self-interest is the right way. As for those who are hyped on TV, it is a pity that they are dead.

Live and live better.

Tang Dao turned his gaze to another photo. This person is a little more ordinary, but he is Asian in terms of complexion, with curved eyes, dimples on the corners of his mouth, and a beret on his head.

"Robert Lee, Chinese-American, nicknamed: "Quick Gun". He used to belong to a gang in Alabama and signed a gunman. He mainly participated in cowboy competitions (shooting each other with pistols.) Total score: 67 wins and 1 loss, the most The personal record for the Sauer M38H pistol is 0.033 seconds!"

Compared with Osborne, this is not much better. 67 wins show that at least dozens of lives are at hand.

The first hires were either murderers or gangsters.

Tang Dao shook his head. These people are really suitable for the arms business. Anyway, they have black hands, cruel hearts, and hard asses, so they are not afraid of going to jail.

Just when he thought the rewards were finished, the electronic sound reminded him again.

[System employees guarantee initial loyalty, but there are also various emotions, and the host mainly bears their salaries and official benefits...]

Tang Dao's face twitched, and he couldn't help but panic. He quickly pulled out the screen to look at it, and found that there was an additional employee option. Osborne and Robert were impressively listed, and both of them had an annual salary written on the back: 50,000 US dollars!

Smelly shit!

$50,000?

In 1991, the per capita income of the United States was 43,200 US dollars, but this is Warsaw, Poland. If you had spent 50,000 US dollars two years ago, you would have been able to attend the meeting between General Jaruzelski and Lech Walesa and other leaders of the Solidarity union. "Roundtables", and running for leadership...that was the high point of the upheaval in Eastern Europe in Poland.

Poland at this time...

Poor and moldy!

"It seems to be cheated."

I didn't do anything, and I already owed 100,000.

Suddenly, Tang Dao's scalp numb, as if being stared at by some prey, he suddenly raised his head, and saw two people walking side by side not far away, among them the bearded man was still playing with a dagger in his hand, very nimbly Jumping between fingers, staring at Tang Dao with squinted eyes, as if admiring "beauty."

"What are you looking at, Mr. Osborne." Tang Dao could feel the substantial aggression from the other party, his calf was weak, but he still frowned and asked.

"I just think your human skin is pretty, boss." As soon as the ogre opened his mouth, he could smell bad breath from a distance of five or six meters. The gums, the depths of the eyes are bloody.

Robert next to him had a smile on his face and didn't speak, obviously wanting to see the excitement first.

"I appreciate your aesthetics very much, but this joke is not funny. I don't like people making fun of me." Tang Dao's eyelids twitched, his hands in his trouser pockets, hiding his nervousness, "No one told you, you Are you smiling like those girls on the street?"

This system is really irresponsible, and sent a thorn.

Osborn slammed the dagger in his hand, his eyes gradually became fierce, and Robert's right hand couldn't help touching his right crotch. Even though there was no gun here, it was still a gunner's instinct.

pedal pedal...

A few chaotic footsteps broke the tense atmosphere in an instant. The three of them turned their heads at the same time and looked towards the entrance of the alley. They saw three Caucasian guys running in panting. When they saw this posture, they were obviously taken aback.

"Are you also looking for this Chinese?" The blond and freckled young man spoke first, frowning, and looking at Osborne from time to time. The main reason is that this guy is too wide, close to 190 in height, muscular all over, with wrists And a tattoo, "She's gone!!"

Taken from the classic song of Polish singer Stephen Davos.

"He took our things, I just need to take them back." The freckled youth didn't mention the money, for fear that Osborn and others would have an idea, so he deliberately sold out his cleverness.

Tang Dao frowned, and immediately cleared the tricks inside.

These guys regard themselves as "meat tickets"!

In Eastern Europe and even the Western world, Chinese people are notoriously obedient and easy to bully.

Even in the coming-of-age ceremony in some places, robbing a Chinese is an honorable task. Often these Chinese who are robbed have the idea that one more thing is worse than one less thing. Coupled with special reasons, this is undoubtedly Indulge in the arrogance of these people.

The term meat ticket means killing pigs!

It's a very contemptuous word.

"Boss, they... regard you as a pig." Osborn's teasing words were very harsh to his ears. Tang Dao's face flushed instantly, and the freckled young man with cold eyes swept over him. The other party heard Osborne's words Appellation, obviously... confused.

boss?

His eyelids trembled, this group of people are together!

He turned around immediately and was about to run, but just as he turned sideways, a cold light flashed across his face from the corner of his eye!

"I hate your mother!" Tang Dao grimaced, UU reading www. uukanshu.com rushed towards the freckled young man, holding a pair of small scissors while swearing at his mother! This is brought out from home, in order to prevent Root from taking the goods and not giving money...

Unexpectedly, it was used in a fight.

It happened so suddenly that the freckled youth didn't respond, and the scissors pierced through his right armpit. The severe pain made him scream, but it stopped abruptly in the next second. On the opponent's stomach, after this series of moves, half of his life was gone.

"Kill...kill! You killed Bosman!" The remaining two were terrified, backed up a few steps, turned around and ran away very shamelessly.

"Bastard, grab my head?" Tang Dao knelt down and grabbed the hair of the freckled young man named Bosman. The greed in the latter's eyes had long since disappeared, and now there were only fearful gasps and a faint cry.

"Boss, do you want me to kill him for you?" Osborne's disgusting words came again, but was immediately interrupted by Tang Dao, "Shut up! You idiot, I am the boss, no People tell you your mouth stinks like Thatcher's butt, if you talk too much, **** off."

This sudden outburst obviously stunned Osborn and Robert. The former's face darkened suddenly. He wanted to refute, but when he opened his mouth, it was as if a force was pressing him, making him swallow the words back. , lowered his head and hummed a few times, but he was obviously very unconvinced.

Tang Dao stood up panting, looked down at Bossman, raised his foot, and stomped on his head. He turned his head to look at the two employees, and said in a deep voice, "I'm the boss!"

Osborn remained silent, but Robert nodded obediently.

He took a deep look at the British guy...

If you are disobedient, I will kill you and exchange your head for pounds!

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