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Chapter 2374 Stand upright

 The problem has been solved, all that’s left is action.

With the determination to win, several people have been lurking around Paris at night since the first day.

The frivolous feasting and feasting are vividly reflected here.

The street lamps that breathe all the time, the charming girls who come home late, and the pot-bellied boss are intertwined into the most decadent and gorgeous colors in the world.

Prosperity and corruption are everywhere.

Night in Paris is a high-end club for contract renewal. The membership fee alone costs 1 million US dollars, and other expenses are calculated separately.

The people who come and go for consumption are either rich or noble, and they inadvertently reveal their luxury watches, showing their luxury.

White was wearing a jacket with a short-barreled shotgun hidden inside, watching from a distance.

"Mr. An Ran said that the beating prevented him from standing up, or that it prevented him from standing upright?" The dreadlocks and mustache were tangled for a long time.

"What do you think?" White said, his eyes already attracted by the long-legged girl, and his head turned.

"..."

"I heard from Teacher An Ran that if he is not allowed to stand up, his legs will be broken." The dirty mustache touched the beard on his chin, and his eyes turned to the long-legged blonde.

"Oh? But it sounds like I'm not letting him stand upright. Does that mean we should start between the legs?" White turned his head regretfully and continued to stare at the opposite side. The long-legged blonde got into a luxury car.

Go away.

"Did you hit the leg?" The dirty-braided mustache was a little hesitant. Although there was a difference between standing and upright, it was a thousand miles apart.

"How about we do it together?"

White made up his mind, "It's a disability anyway. It's the same everywhere, so don't worry too much!"

It seems like this, we are all gangsters after all.

It's a pity that they didn't wait for Kaman to show up on the first day.

Didn't this guy smell something and suddenly disappear?

It’s unlikely.

In Kaman's place, people like Garner and White are not enough to pose any threat. What he is afraid of is big bosses like Enron who have no cooperative relationship with him.

But he overlooked one point.

In fact, it is often the lowest level gangsters who are able to do this.

Compared with mercenaries who are experts in killing, they may not be professional, but their determination to kill is not much different.

No matter how you play in the entertainment industry, the methods should not be too brutal.

Whether it's assassination or making people disappear, no one will do it unless they have no choice.

They all have tens of millions or hundreds of millions, and the worries about their future are enough to deter most people.

But those little gangsters are different, especially guys like White, who grew up on the streets of Brick, with violent blood flowing in their bones.

If it were Sanchez, of course he wouldn't have the guts to do so. He might even be held down and beaten before he could even come forward.

Moreover, Sanchez has a respected status in the entertainment industry, so no one would entertain such an idea unless he was forced to survive.

But Kaman is different.

Even though he has the support of his elders, even though he has a fortune of hundreds of millions, and even though he goes to high-end clubs and associates with rich and powerful people, there are still countless people who want him dead.

It’s just that each has its own reasons and it’s hard to start.

In fact, if White really cripples Kaman, Kaman will go berserk, and countless people in the entire entertainment industry will applaud him.

This guy used himself to kidnap dozens of elders and became his backing, so he had to help him.

How many people are afraid of his so-called "collection of wonderful stories" and dare not act rashly.

But if he really died, leaving aside the "Collection of Wonderful Stories", many people would probably laugh out loud, and they would definitely book out the Paris Night and party for a week.

And even if they don't die or are maimed, many people may wake up laughing.

White touched his chin and waited for three days.

Finally, I waited for the opportunity on the third night.

Kaman, who had already put on weight, got out of the car, followed by a charming girl with a height and long legs that made people bleed

Dilation of pulse.

The girl held Carman's arm and walked gracefully, and the two walked into the nightclub together.

"Really, I have to beat him until he can't straighten up..." White touched the prepared bat.

In order to allow himself to get out as much as possible, he handed over the job of keeping an eye on others to his two younger brothers.

You can do it yourself.

Only in this way can you release the bad breath in your heart.

I don’t know when, drizzle started to fall from the sky.

It wasn't raining heavily, but it felt unusually wet and cold on my body.

Those who had been waiting for a long time were in bad mood.

Imagine that Carman was hugging each other in the nightclub, holding cigars and drinking expensive whiskey, while they were waiting alone in the cold rain.

My bat hand is starting to get hot.

Although Kaman is already a little older, he is very energetic.

After entering the nightclub, it took four hours and I didn’t come out until after 12 o’clock.

When I came out, there was a blond girl next to me, and she looked enchanting.

White took the lead and rushed out.

The younger brother followed closely behind him.

Kaman was drunk and brought two bodyguards with him.

His hand had just pressed on the back door of the BMW when a hand was already on his arm.

"Kacha"!

The crisp sound of the gun bolt.

There were no threats, but the cold muzzle of the gun had made his attitude clear.

The two bodyguards stretched out their hands, not daring to offer too much resistance.

The two people wearing bull-head masks exude a heavy evil spirit.

People who have walked out on the battlefield of life and death certainly know that this is not a joke, and the other party is definitely determined to pull the trigger.

The more silent a guy is, the more careful he must be.

A ruthless person does not talk nonsense, and a ruthless person does not talk nonsense.

People who can take action disdain verbal attacks and always take the most direct route.

Let the gun speak.

The bodyguard knelt on the ground knowingly and allowed the other party to search for the firearms on his body.

Kaman holds his cigar in his mouth without any mess.

"Friend, I have 10,000 US dollars in the left pocket of my jacket. If you are short of money, feel free to use it... You're welcome, I will never pursue you."

Ha.

White sneered, it's already this time, why don't you give up?

Who would come to a place like this to rob someone? Do they want to die?

Looking at the murderous eyes of the other party, Kaman was not panicked. The other party's guns were pointed at the bodyguards, and the remaining few were just carrying vicious-looking baseball bats.

The most I received today was a beating.

Kaman, who has seen strong winds and waves and nearly survived, doesn't mind being beaten at all.

As long as you don't die, there is always a way to find these people.

But the strange thing is, why don’t people in Paris come out at night?

People around only dared to watch from a distance and did not dare to come over.

The two rifles, whose barrels appear to have been deliberately sawn short, have enough deterrence.

"Money? You look down on me so much..."

A ferocious smile appears behind White's pig-head mask, and the entire mask seems to be pushed up by facial muscles, becoming scary and fierce.

White's bat is raised high.

Swing it down hard.

Kaman screamed and knelt in front of the car.

Cold sweat broke out from my forehead.

His right knee was hit hard, causing him unbearable pain.
Chapter completed!
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