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Chapter 159: The heart of the capitalist is clean at the beginning.

Cia?

Firmino's little head didn't understand what the word meant. He just felt that his mother was very nervous, and his strength gradually became heavier, and his nails were trapped in the flesh.

"Mom, it hurts." He couldn't help but tilt his head and shouted, but Yulia's breathing stopped, "I don't know what you are talking about."

Mister's face turned cold and kicked the door open with one kick. His legs were trembling and he exerted force. This force directly knocked Yulia and the two of them over and inserted them into his pocket. "Do you think I'm discussing with you?"

"Hey! What are you doing?"

The neighbor next door also heard this. A strong man wearing a white casual shirt and shaved head walked out, staring at them, holding a steel pipe in his hand. He thought that he had encountered a robber. The public security in Kiev has dropped rapidly in recent times, and robberies have emerged one after another.

The employee turned his head, pulled out his pistol in unison, pointed at him, "Get out. It's nothing you can do."

Bang...

The steel pipe fell to the ground, and the strong man ran back to the room and closed the door.

You can't explain it clearly when you encounter someone with a gun.

Mister walked into the house, looked at the facilities inside, nodded slightly, and glanced at the right, "The 50,000-dollar villa is really good, and Robert is really generous." He lowered his head, squatted down, and pinched Yulia's chin. The latter struggled constantly, but the tighter his fingers were pinching, "I don't know what your name is, but I think, this child should be your biological child."

"What are you going to do?" Yulia shouted in horror, "Run, Firmino!"

It was too late to say this now. Before the little guy could react, a big employee pulled the collar with one hand and raised it up.

"Hey, loach, don't scare the kids." Mister shouted with his eyelids drooping, "Madam, you understand what I mean. I think you are a smart person. Can you tell me who you are."

Milia's bones were very hard. She gritted her teeth and didn't chew, looking at Firmino with worried eyes.

"You are forcing me to use violence." He licked his lips with his tongue and winked at the loach. The latter pulled Firmino and walked upstairs. The latter shouted in fear, "Mom, save me, save me."

The crying sounds heart-wrenching.

"Firmino." Yulia stood up and was about to pass, but was slapped on the ground by Mister. The force made her cochlea buzz. "Stupid, I don't have so much time to listen to your nonsense here, saying, Who sent you here, and who is your online line? If you don't say it, I'll throw him off the upper floor first and then sell you to Mexico as a chicken."

Be kind to the fragrance and the jade?

It does not exist.

Mister has been galloping on the battlefield for so long, but he has seen women before. Women with guns are more crazy than men. They are so cruel to kill people, just like there is a female bodyguard team around Saddam in the Middle East. Mister has been against them and still remembers them vividly.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Yulia cried and shook her head.

"Hey, you still don't cooperate."

Mister hooked his finger, "Then let you see a good show and let the loaches go."

"No, don't..."

With Yulia's miserable screams and Firmino's terrified screams, accompanied by the sound of hitting the ground heavily, a figure lay on the lawn outside, tilting his head, looking into the house through the floor-to-ceiling window with blood, as if he was asking her why he didn't answer.

"No."

Yuri cried bitterly, his face covered in tears and even his nose mixed with his nose, and he lay on the ground and hit the ground.

"If you tell me now, maybe he can still be rescued when he is sent to the hospital. If it is too late, he will be dead." Mister said in her ear, looking at his watch, "At most ten seconds, ten...nine...six..."

His math teacher died early and could not count.

This puts a lot of pressure on people. Yulia's defense finally collapsed, "I said, I said!"

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The short vibration made everyone's eyes look at the phone on the table in an instant. Robert also swallowed, twisted his teeth, with a little fear and panic in his eyes.

Tang Dao put his legs crossed, looked at him, leaned over and took the phone over, pressed the answer button, and put it in his ear. Robert looked at him nervously, and his heart was covered in cold sweat.

"Okay, I understand, you can handle it."

"No, no!" Robert suddenly said that, he reached out and took out his pistol. Soon, pointing at Tang Dao, feeling very excited, "No, you can't kill her."

This action immediately shocked the little angel and others. They took out the gun and pointed it at him, shouting loudly, "Li! What are you doing? Put the gun down quickly."

Tang Dao tilted his head, his skin trembled slightly, and he had a cigar on his hand, as if he was telling himself, "Robert, you followed me first. You know what kind of person I am, and I didn't treat you badly. I passed by millions or even tens of millions of dollars in funds, but you disappointed me too much." He said, with disappointment in his eyes, shaking the cell phone in his hand, "This is not Mister's phone call at all."

Tang Dao is so smart or insidious. He asked the employee to call this call.

To test Robert's performance.

But it seems that he still plays a bystander role in it. Perhaps he has known that Yulia's identity is not simple anymore. He just doesn't want to destroy this feeling. In other words, between the boss and the woman, he chose the latter.

How does it feel to be betrayed?

It's not heartbreaking, it's just a disappointment.

As he said, at the beginning of the two employees, Osborne was not intelligent enough and was left in the umbrella company by him, while Robert was always with him as his right-hand man, but such people were betrayed, which is a pity.

Robert's face changed. When he was panicked, Tang Dao grabbed the pistol with one hand and stared at him, "Are you going to kill me? Come, shoot here and kill me, maybe Yulia won't die, come! Shoot!"

He almost shouted out the last three words.

Robert was panicked, and he was full of Yulia in his mind. This man was prone to making mistakes when he was nervous. He moved his index finger and pulled the trigger, but the sound was just very straightforward.

No bullets?

Tang Dao sighed, walked over his pistol and patted his hand.

"Boss, boss, let Yulia go, she...she had no choice." Robert slumped on the ground, pulled his hair, and shouted. The meaning of this was obvious. He knew Yulia's identity very well, and he was very clear.

"I just hate others hiding me."

Perhaps because of the different feelings between the two parties, Tang Dao rarely explained it. After taking a deep look, he inserted his pocket and left without looking back. However, the sound of the foot board was obviously heavier than usual. Even the little angel saw the swelling in his cheeks and the deep sadness hidden in his eyes.

"I will ask that girl to serve you!" This was the last time Robert heard Tang Dao speak, and he collapsed on the ground with his head hanging down, with little angels and several employees standing around. Suddenly, the former raised his head, lifted the table, grabbed the red wine with his backhand and threw it towards them. He could not die, and he didn't want to die.

This was suddenly very sudden. Someone didn't react at all. He had to raise his hand to block it, smashing it with fragments of glass. Robert was about to run towards the door. The little angel punched him. He heard the sound of wind coming from the back of his head, subconsciously shrank his neck and avoided him.

"Catch him." The little angel shouted, and several employees around rushed over. Maybe there were a few people, but it was definitely not Robert. He was not good at his hands. If the gun had no bullets, he would be a tiger with lost teeth. Waiting for death, hissing, hissing, and the little angel walked up to him, took out the pistol from behind, and pointed the muffler at his forehead.

"No…"

puff!

The bullet shot through his forehead, splattering blood all over the floor.

Robert threw himself on the ground with his eyes open, his cheeks deformed, and his eyes were filled with reluctance and regret!

He may be regretting why he followed a ruthless and inhumane boss, and now he is going to die at his own hands.

But there is also a slight relief when the pupils extend.

This world is so tiring that it will never come again.

"Pack up the body and don't move around." The little angel knew the relationship between Robert and Tang Dao. Even if this was a traitor, he would not be young to defile his body. Some of the feelings would be kept. He directed the employee to clean it up, and after looking at Robert's facial expression, he felt a stern.

The boss really doesn't recognize his relatives?

He shivered, Adam's apple rolled out, walked out of the room, and saw Tang Dao standing on the balcony in the living room in the private room, smoking a cigar. When he heard the movement of opening the door, he spoke, "Have you handled it?" The voice sounded a little hoarse at this time.

“Solved.”

"Tonight find a car and transport it to the wasteland to burn it. Also, go to the supermarket to prepare more instant noodles and cook it for her together. Robert likes instant noodles the most." Tang Dao's voice gradually became low.

He still remembered that in the first business, at the Lublin gas station, he had no money in his pocket, and he could only eat instant noodles, especially when he ate the most, but how long has it been so long, why did both sides become rivals in the fight?

The little angel stood behind and looked at Tang Dao. The boss didn't turn his head, but his shoulders were shrugging.

He cried?

"Go and do it. After burning it all, grab some of the ashes and find a quiet cemetery in the United States to bury him." Tang Dao waved his hand.

Maybe others think he is the tears of the old fox.

But only he himself understands that he only wants to survive. There are too many people behind him who want him to live. He dies and nothing is left!

Perhaps as a saying goes: "The heart of a capitalist is actually clean at the beginning."
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