Whoever comes to fuck whom tonight.

This is not because he is too impulsive, but after careful consideration.

Illegal possession of a gun is not a serious crime.

However, he cannot afford to pay for the damage to these equipment.

What if these people come to make trouble and can't sleep every day, are taken advantage of, and the equipment breaks down, who can I talk to for explanation?

It's so numb, especially since that guy is taking pictures one by one, even if a piece of patent leather is rubbed off, he can't bear it.

Rather than this, it would be better for everyone to have a hard time.

He stood guard with a gun, and it soon became dark.

Although he hasn't slept all day and night, he is very excited now and has no sleepiness at all.

I was overdozed, and I was very annoyed, so now I don’t feel tired or tired at all.

I'm wondering whether these guys will come tonight.

I heard noises coming from outside, and several people were walking towards me talking and laughing.

And he sounds like a drunkard.

Masur walked to the door with a murderous look, and just a few people passed by the door.

He glanced over and saw several people who were all drunk.

I was furious, you idiot did it again, right?

He pointed it at a few people, "Guys, you'd better stay away from this place, or I will let you know how powerful it is..."

Several people were startled and most of them woke up.

What is this fuss about?

So overbearing, can’t you even pass by the door?

One of them, a young man with a hat crooked on his head, was so angry that he reached out and pulled out a gun and pointed it at Masur, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Sir, we are just passing by and have not entered your private area. It is wrong for you to threaten us with a gun like this!" the young man said angrily.

"Go away, you stinking shit!" Masur said with a look of disgust: "Don't I know what you want? Isn't it just to harass me? You want to make me tired... I'll tell you,

You've made the wrong mistake. As long as you dare to take a step towards this place, I will shoot you without hesitation..."

The two young men behind saw that Masur was not in good shape.

His eyes were red, his eyes were fierce, his hair was messy, his face was greasy, and he had a cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke smoked his eyes without even blinking.

It’s clear that he is a desperado.

The young man with the gun came over quickly and said, "Hey, Rooney, let's go, we are just passing by anyway, don't argue with him."

"Yes, this guy is crazy..."

"Huh!" said the man named Rooney: "Everyone, slowly back away, let's go!"

After hearing his words, everyone slowly backed away and left the gate.

Rooney also pointed his gun at Masur, backed away slowly, and when he was more than ten steps away, he spat out a "poof" and walked away.

These people are really not recruited by Ghana, they are just based on this experience.

Although this place is not prosperous, it is not cold either and there is no one around.

It’s normal to go through this.

It's just that Masur has been a little bit arrogant in the past few days. He looks like he has bad intentions to everyone, and he is extremely angry in his heart.

So when I heard a few people's voices, I immediately came over to threaten them.

After seeing a few people leaving, Masur breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though he looks like a thug now, he doesn't want a gunfight to happen.

After a few people left, Masur returned to the yard and sat down, wrapped in a blanket, staring at the door with bloodshot eyes.

But there was some trouble, so everyone went to take a look.

Before I knew it, it was already late at night.

Masur felt sleepy. He got up and walked several times in succession, but he could not hide his sleepiness.

Finally he sat down and leaned against the wall and became confused.

Due to his excessive nervousness, he would wake up and look around even if there was a slight disturbance.

But this kind of repeated high tension kept his spirit in a state of tension, and he soon felt that he could no longer support himself.

When Masur held on until almost early in the morning, he was about to fall asleep with a gun in his hand, when he suddenly accidentally turned the button on the class.

The huge roar of the rifle suddenly spread in the yard.

Masur woke up with a start.

Many residents were also alerted. The lights in the building quickly turned on, and many people stretched their heads out to see what was going on.

Masur quickly said: "Don't worry, everyone, it's just that the gun accidentally went off. Everyone, go to sleep! I'm here to guard you..."

It was very dark at night, and no one could see clearly what was going on with him.

But everyone feels that this person has been a bit out of character these days.

No one said anything, everyone went in and went to sleep, but many people were already beating their hearts out, feeling that it was getting more and more unsafe to live here.

Masur was sitting in the yard, feeling like he was going crazy.

Another whole night, in a semi-drowsy state, how can your body bear it?

Masur is now exhausted, but his mind is so confused that he can't sleep.

It will be dawn soon.

At dawn, Masur finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had only been doing this for two days and he couldn't stand it any longer, let alone three months.

I'm so numb, I can't live this life at all.

It’s hard to get three hundred thousand.

This guy is just torturing himself.

When it got dark, Masur returned with a gun.

After having breakfast and washing his face, Sanchez came to the door with someone.

I originally planned to sleep, but when the financial sponsor came, I had to say a few perfunctory words.

Sanchez rented this venue, he couldn't just be angry with An Ran and make An Ran feel uncomfortable. He also had a movie to shoot.

The space inside this venue is quite suitable.

It's the kind of doomsday type.

Those shabby shopping malls and so on, you don’t need to re-make them, you can just take them and use them.

"Mr. Masur, are you sick? You don't seem to be in good condition!"

Masur smiled bitterly and wanted to tell him about the equipment. Then he thought about it and said a hammer to let this guy know that he was trying to do something to make things difficult for Anron.

Are you still alive?

I cannot afford to offend either of these two great gods.

He could only say: "It's nothing. I really haven't been feeling well these past two days, but it's not a big problem."

Sanchez nodded, "That's good. I asked him to move the equipment that is left here safely, otherwise it will be inconvenient to shoot."

"No!" Masur immediately refused, shaking his head and saying: "This matter is not negotiable."

You're kidding, you don't care about those things, they are all valuables to me.

This move will inevitably involve bumps and bumps, and I'm afraid it will cost tens of thousands in one move. I can't afford to pay the compensation.

Sanchez was stunned and said, "I'll ask someone to move it without damaging it. Mr. Masur, what's wrong with you?"

Masur shook his head even more like a rattle, "No, no, no, Mr. Sanchez, you don't know, these things must not be moved. This is my bottom line..."

Sanchez looked confused. Has this fool been tricked by An Ran?
Chapter completed!