"How do you know that there is no defensive force in the manor? These rich people are very afraid of death. They will use bodyguards all over the house to protect their safety. Maybe we will face a group of bodyguards with guns. It ’s a great time! ”, Mickey ’s neighbor, whose nickname is Greyhound, has had two robbery cases. There is nothing serious to do now, and he lives by selling some anesthetics every day.

The reason why Greyhounds joined is that Greyhounds have channels to buy some pistols, which are all black market goods, and no one can track them down. And Mickey also needs Greyhound experience. At least he is still walking outside now, and he knows more about the specific steps of some crimes than Mickey or others.

Mickey was not worried about this question raised by Greyhound. He chuckled softly, and a smile full of superiority appeared on his face. "If there are groups of bodyguards in it, then we are negotiating. If you have the chance, you can hold the guarty rich. If there are no bodyguards in it, we can clean up the irrelevant people and wait for the ransom. "

It's a good idea for Greyhound's eyes to light up, and never put yourself in danger anyway. He nodded, "This thing can be done, what else should we prepare?"

Mickey gestured with a pistol gesture. "At least four are needed, but we don't have any money right now. Is there any way to use it first and give them back or pay more afterwards?"

This makes Greyhound a little ignorant of how to answer. These people who smuggle arms are buying and selling with their own freedom. They would rather not do business like credit account. After hesitating, Greyhound shook his head and said, "Credit is not possible. I don't have such a big face, but I can introduce you to a guy who knows that he has money."

"Usury?", Mickey agreed without any hesitation, "No problem, take me tomorrow to pick up the goods!", Saying he looked at his fellows around him and asked: "If anyone wants to quit now, I It will not be blocked. If no one wants to withdraw, listen to my command these days. Believe me, we are all millionaires after this vote! "

Maybe everyone's greed and the desire for money defeated reason under the temptation of a millionaire. These people gasped, thinking that they might become a millionaire, it was difficult to restrain the power that erupted in their bodies. . That's a millionaire. He spends one hundred dollars a day and 366,000 dollars a year ... 500 dollars. It takes at least thirty years to spend all the money!

Done!

Mickey understood their eyes, stretched out his hands, and folded their palms one after the other, and reached an agreement silently.

There is an emotion in their chests, this emotion is called struggle!

Soon the small group broke up, and they all needed to prepare for the next "work".

Greyhound has been thinking about the plan that Mickey said on the way back, and he thinks it is unlikely that the plan will be implemented. Until now, I have never heard that the rich man in the city has been abducted, and he has never heard of anyone who has been extorted. These rich people have a lot of wealth to support them to hire a professional bodyguard team to protect their safety, plus their status and influence, if you do not want to be right with the whole city, it is best not to move them.

The reason why he agreed to Mickey's request was not that he wanted to participate. He just messed with Mickey first, then hid and waited for things to come out. He even thought about how to avoid it without hurting each other's feelings, that is, surrender. Trafficking in narcotics may face severe prison sentences, but smashing glass can only be detained for a few days. Just when he was going to turn himself in, suddenly a hard-poke thing hit his back.

He didn't know exactly what that thing was, but it was definitely a dangerous thing.

"Do n’t move around, go ahead. There is a car at the street. If you don't want your picture on the front page of the Irian Daily tomorrow, you better cooperate." After the guy behind him finished speaking, Greyhound would Hearing a strange sound, he knew that sound, it was the sound of recharge after the pistol insurance was opened.

He took the first step slowly, walking carefully, not letting him make any action that might misunderstand the other party, "Man, look, I didn't bring any goods with me when I came out today, and I was just a street hair I have no money! "

In the grey dog's mouth was the purple angel, an anesthetic. The main ingredient in the narcotic comes from Grimace mushroom, which is a substance that is easy to cause hallucinations. This substance can cut off the signal transmission between pain neurons. On the premise of cutting off the transmission of pain signals, the birth of hallucinations can be reduced as much as possible.

However, if the injection is overdose, there will still be a long-term hallucination. Many people like this tone, so anesthetics have always been on the market. Ernst, now serving his sentence in Theodore State Prison, had smuggled narcotics for profit in addition to selling alcohol.

The Greyhound is such a guy who sells narcotics on the street. He really can't make much money. He can only get a maximum of one yuan for a small bottle of fifteen dollars. The others must be paid to his master, plus him. I am still alone now, and I need to resolve loneliness occasionally, so it is difficult to save any money.

It was because of this experience that he saw too much on the street, so he concluded that Mickey's plan would not work.

The thing on the back waist was topped, and he was suddenly shocked. In the city with millions of people, it was not a thing to confuse the narcotics to sell narcotics. The police were too lazy to investigate. He talked. Lifa walked slowly and bitterly. At the intersection, he saw a grey, worn-out car. This kind of car is basically flooding in the third zone. People who can't afford new cars are happy to spend a little money to buy an old vehicle that may be three-handed or more hands-off. As with the pistols circulating on the black market, it is difficult to find out who ended up in.

He got in the car and sat in the co-pilot. There was the hard-poke thing behind his head. He didn't have the right to choose and resist, but left the two to take him somewhere he didn't want to go.

The car quickly passed the high-speed intersection into the fourth area, and stopped to stop at a place like a factory warehouse. He was pushed into the empty warehouse by the two of them. At this moment, several lights were suddenly lit in front of him, and tears flowed from his eyes. Raising his hand to cover the strong light, he saw a guy in a suit and a dome felt hat sitting on a chair in the middle of the warehouse.

Because of the strong backlight, he couldn't see what the person looked like, only a silhouette.

"I don't think Mr. Greyhound minds repeating what you hear and see at night, will you repeat it again?" The sitting guy spoke, his voice was male, very young, and somewhat magnetic. He was so delayed for about ten seconds, his head hurt a lot, and a hard thing hit his head. There was also a force coming from the bend of his leg. He lost his center of gravity and threw himself on the ground. A heat flow was flowing from his nasal cavity. He touched it, and it was transparent.

"Do n’t hit me, I said, I will cooperate!", Greyhound is very clear about these people's style of doing things, he is not the only insider, which means that if the other side is exhausted of patience, if he does not say the other side Interesting things, he may close his eyes forever, "Mickey suddenly contacted me at night ..."

He started the narrative. In order to avoid being beaten again, he endured a strong sense of dizziness and recounted everything that happened at night, including his inner activities after he left. The dark shadow of the warehouse, who could only see the outlines, was very patient, and did not interrupt his complicated narrative until he had finished everything he knew. At this moment he suddenly flashed in his heart, these people would not be ... Mr. 350 thousand people? !!

He hesitated for a moment, and he knew that Mickey, raised by the bitch, couldn't do anything good except bad things, were these rich men so easy to offend? Look, his flawless plan has already known the other party before executing it ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ even came to the door, really was killed by that bitch!

Greyhound lowered his head and did not dare to look back or look around. He knew that the less he "discovered" at this time, the greater the possibility of survival. He didn't want to die, although his life was rotten like the same pile of shit, but he loved the pile of shit, and he didn't want to leave the world. The muscles on his face began to tremble uncontrollably, and his transparent snot grew more and more, even tears came out.

Slowly, there was a weeping cry in the warehouse. That voice had been suppressing intense emotions. He didn't dare to cry loudly. He was afraid that his voice would make the sitting person be resolved by them, but he Can't help but want to cry, sad cry.

The rhythmic tapping of the soles of the shoes on the ground covered the cry of the greyhound. He saw a stretched shadow covering himself. He did not dare to look up, because he was killed because of "too many to see." It's really not that small. He doesn't know what fate he will face next, but at least he doesn't want to be killed because he sees the other person's appearance.

A handkerchief suddenly appeared in front of him, and the tapping sound passed from his side, and a voice came from his ears.

"People like you, look for a job honestly!"