Tang Dao is going to lead Felix to death!

But this guy is too "clean", so I have to kill two people to give him momentum.

Pierce was a Tang Dao Ma Zai, and he had already learned a lot about the boss's evil ways. As soon as the other person said it, he immediately understood what he meant. He didn't even need the other person to explain it, and he responded, "Understood, boss, this is

I will take care of the matter."

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

I just like employees who are so smart. If they were all like Osborne, he wouldn't even have time to wipe the other person's butt!

"Boss, there's one more thing." Pierce hesitated.

"If you have anything to say, just say it. There's nothing we can't say between us, Pierce."

"I would like an advance of one year's salary."

It was obviously hard for him to say it. After all, how long had he been working for? It was only a few months. Tang Dao could give him 200,000 US dollars at his disposal. He already felt satisfied that he was trusted, and now he had to advance his salary.

, it’s really hard to say it out loud.

Tang Dao's brows relaxed slightly, "Of course, I will ask someone to transfer money to your card. After you finish your business in the United States, come to Mogadishu. Somalia needs you very much."

Pierce's heart felt hot and he responded solemnly.

After hanging up the phone, he put the phone back and shouted to the supermarket attendant, "How much does it cost?"

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 overcharging, so she turned the price display to Pierce, but the latter didn't care and threw out a green coin, "Give me the rest of the money to get a Marlboro."

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

"No, just hold it like this. It won't be there later anyway." Pierce waved his hand and walked out of the supermarket with it in his hand. He trotted across the street. On the opposite side, there was a three- to four-meter-high sculpture, surrounded by people.

There were about a dozen burly men of various shapes, and some of them even had tattoos on their arms. With this look, you wouldn't look like a good guy anywhere.

Pedestrians passing by paid attention and saluted, and parents took their children and walked around in a circle, fearing that they would be tainted with any filth.

"Go on." Pierce shouted softly, throwing the two cigarettes in a parabola, and was held firmly by someone.

"Marlboro? It smells so good."

A group of people couldn't wait to open the cigarettes. Maybe they hadn't smoked in a long time, and they almost used violence to open the cigarettes.

"Canine, Father, Mosquito, you follow me out tonight. The others will prepare their passports and buy air tickets." 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 people messing around at night. If something happens, you should stay here begging for food."

Mills is a black man with a beard and a calm face, and he must be working out. He is wearing a shirt that stretches out his tendons. He took the money and nodded in agreement.

Pierce was the one who made the ugly remarks. Most of the people he found were homeless or had criminal records. Of course, he excluded those who were fans and acted like ducks. The criminal records were also for petty theft and could not be brought to the table.

.

There are all kinds of things, if you don't be tough, how can you manage them?

If they feel restricted, they can get out. Do they think this money is so easy to get?

Pierce took the few people he had just picked and got into a small Buick next to him. The four people weighed nearly 600 kilograms in total. The tires of the car obviously couldn't bear it. It sank a few centimeters. You could hear this.

The car body made a whining sound.

"Pierce, can't you rent an SUV? Damn it, how can I stretch my legs?" Gerbacho, who was sitting in the back, patted his thighs and complained. It was so crowded and uncomfortable.

"You need to lose weight." The co-pilot sat wearing glasses and a cross hanging around his neck. He also had a sentence tattooed on his left cheek: "God will come (God will come)". He even had it tattooed on his back.

He had read the Old Testament of the Bible, which was the natural enemy of patients with trypophobia. He originally wanted to be a priest, but when the church heard that he was a Vietnam War veteran?

Farke!

Go wherever you feel comfortable.

If he is recruited as a priest, will anyone come to this church?

God does not like a butcher with blood on his hands.

Then he had no choice but to become an "Exorcism division". The main activity area was in the major red light districts of San Francisco. He was also somewhat famous there. When Pierce found him, the brother was deep in the room doing exorcism.

As for Mo, he is considered to be the better one among this group of people.

He was not in the same army as Pierce, but he came from the same place as John Cansburg.

During the Vietnam War, the priest alone operated an M60E1 machine gun and fired at the enemy, holding down the position. When his face was covered with blood, he wrapped his head with clothes and persisted until support. After the war, he received a medal, but after returning to China, the medal

, was sold by him.

10 dollars!

His only son was sick and he wanted to save his life.

But later he died, his wife left, and his home was gone.

Maybe he chose the nickname "Father" just to suppress his bad luck. He would no longer be a hero. It's not worth it.

Hearing his ridicule, Gerbacho hummed, held on to the desk and chair in front of him, and looked at Pierce, "What are we going to do now? Does the boss have any tasks?"

The boss's call was smooth. Anyway, for Gerbacho, he was already ready to eat with Tang Dao, so don't think about any messy things. He is not a greasy woman.

"Go and throw someone into the sea."

Pierce's understatement made the car instantly become much quieter, but then the priest whistled, "How cool!" He pointed at the former's side face and said angrily, "You said this

You are so handsome, I want to exorcise you."

"Fake, don't come near me!" Pierce raised his middle finger.

"That person has a grudge against the boss?" The man sitting on the other side behind spoke up. Just like his nickname, he was as thin as a mosquito and asked with a frown.

Pierce glanced at him through the reflector. This mosquito had the strongest sense of justice here.

He spent six years in jail. After he was discharged from the army, he worked as a security guard at a school, but he saw a black girl being bullied, drank urine, beaten, and even roughly tore off her clothes by several white youths. After laughing at her, Mosquito stopped the other party, but maybe he used too much force and beat a little boy. Who knew that the other party's father was a gangster, and that night he led a dozen people to block him when he was leaving get off work.

Mosquito was very honest. He stood and was slapped twice. But people, sometimes if they are too honest, others will take advantage of them. Before the other party left, he greeted his mother. At that time, the string in Mosquito's mind suddenly collapsed and he faced

He kicked the opponent in the ribs, then went up to grab him and beat him. He just stared at one person and beat him, while others behind him beat him and carried him hard.

The blow was so harsh that he suffered intracranial hemorrhage and died in the hospital.

Imprisoned for six years!

In Pierce's opinion, he has a sense of justice, but he is also a fool.

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

Pierce organized his words, looked at the mosquito, and said softly, "Sometimes, you don't have to kill someone because of hatred. This world is more about profit, and that person happens to be useful."

Mosquito could not accept this explanation. He frowned and wanted to speak, but Gerbacho grabbed his hand and shook his head slightly.

The mosquito lowered its head and remained silent.

The priest glanced at him and shook his head, "My poor sense of justice will eventually throw me into Satan's camp. God cannot save a fool."
Chapter completed!