"Sure enough." After hearing the words of the housekeeper, Morisman was shocked.

The power of this Asian is really incredible.

And the cruelty of means is rare in the world.

You know, this is the era of peace.

Killing more than 300 people at once can be said to have caused a sensation all over the world.

Even if these three hundred people are gangsters.

If you add more than a hundred people the night before, plus dozens of people the day before.

This man has killed more than 500 people in less than five days since he came to San Diego.

This man is almost a brutal butcher.

Although their mafia is horrifying in the United States and Italy, Jerovice will not necessarily kill five hundred people in ten years.

Even if this person cannot be a friend, he cannot be an enemy.

"Master, Bassaco is now in the police station and is under the strict protection of the police. Should we sell another favor?"

"No, it's not easy to kill people in the police station, and we just need to stay hostile with that person. He doesn't develop in San Diego, it costs too much, and it's not good for us." Morisman said calmly .

As a mafia, all actions need to be considered in terms of interests.

It's not that they don't have friendship, but the Mafia family's friendship is more private.

It does not involve friendship at the interest level.

If in the future, they will still have intersections, then the connections established today will come in handy.

But more possibilities are that they will never intersect again.

...

Crackling

"Chen, there seems to be an occupant upstairs. I checked in this morning and it's been all day long."

"I'll go upstairs and say something." Chen Yan said.

Chen Ye came upstairs, knocked on the door after identifying the room number.

It took a minute for the room door to open.

An old lady holding an auxiliary shelf opened the door.

The grandmother looked very old, her body had shrunk, her hair was gray, and her face was wrinkled.

As soon as the old lady saw Chen Kun, her eyes lighted up immediately.

"Hi, hello, are you my male prostitute?" The grandmother reached out to touch Chen Yan's chest.

Chen Yan quickly shied away, this old lady is an old pervert.

"Sorry, ma'am, I live downstairs to you." Chen Yan said, "My girlfriend is pregnant and needs to be quiet, so can you please be a little quieter?"

"Well, I try, right, do you consider acting as a temporary duck? I can pay you five hundred dollars."

Chen Yan is a black line with a look on his face. This grandma is really old-fashioned.

She looked at Chen Ye's eyes. Chen Ye was quite uncomfortable.

Still learning to lick her lips.

Chen Yan felt that the cold hairs of his whole body were standing up.

"You are really one of the few men who makes me feel good by my body alone."

"Rococo, who's outside?"

At this time, another grandma's voice came from inside.

Chen Ye was scared and was about to leave: "Madam, I still have something to do, leave first, see you later."

An old woman is already so difficult, if you encounter another one, you won't be able to leave.

"Goodbye, handsome guy."

Chen Yan took a few steps, and when he heard what he said later, he could not help but snore.

The grandmother looked at the door of the opposite room and then compared her middle finger: "Fake squid, Arthur, don't think you are hiding behind the door, I don't know you're peeping. If you dare to interfere in my private affairs, I will Go inside and **** you. "

The opposite side heard the sound of ping pong.

The grandma was able to close the door.

Another granny in the room looked at this granny named Rococo.

"Rococo, you're eighty-five years old, can you converge a little, how many young people have you harassed from here in the UK, I don't want to go to the police station to bail you out, you know I'm with you How embarrassing to come out? "

"Bai Massa, you old lady who has withered from spirit to body, how can you understand the desire of women, not to mention how difficult it is to meet a man that makes me heartbreak, do you know that the Asian man was full of hormones just now? , I feel I'm radiant again, I feel my spring is here again. "

"You lascivious old woman, God, please punish this fallen woman."

"We are witches, do not believe in God, stupid woman." Rococo said proudly.

"That child can be your great grandson."

"Love has nothing to do with age."

"How many men did you say this to?"

"The past is gone. I believe that boy is my real life son."

"Forget it, I don't want to talk to you anymore, as long as you don't harass people, I won't care about you."

"You woman are really boring." Rococo said dismissively.

"Let's discuss the action tonight."

"Discuss anything, just go to destroy those corpses, there is nothing to discuss." Rococo said with a grin.

Although Rococo was eighty-five years old, he didn't have any stability.

Acting and tone are quite frivolous.

By contrast, Humble Mass is much more stable and dignified.

They feel like the contrast between a rebellious girl and a rich man.

The fact is the same. When they were young, one was a rebellious girl and the other was a golden lady from a large family.

But it was these two girls who became partners for a lifetime.

"Not only that," said Mass. "We have to catch that evil murderer. Thousand-faced monsters should never exist in the world. The murderer and the corpses must be purified."

"Do you want to wait until that person shows up? It's too much trouble."

"This is necessary. If you just want to destroy those corpses, there is no way to completely eradicate them. Only by destroying the evil murderer can you truly prevent this evil magic ritual." Said Bemita.

"It's a pity that I want to control the thousand-faced monster." Rococo said disappointed.

"You old woman, your energy magic is simply not enough to control that filthy existence."

"Don't underestimate me, Mass, I'm a great witch!"

"A great witch whose teeth are all gone."

"You are so mean, I should have killed you thirty years ago."

Rococo suddenly looked out of the door: "Arthur, get in, don't hide behind the door and overhear."

A handsome young man pushed in and came in with a little embarrassment and fear.

"Elder Rococo, Elder Humble Mass."

"what's up?"

"It's your dinner time."

"I have a weak arm recently, and I want you to feed me."

Arthur took a nap and jumped upstairs.

He felt that if he stayed with Rococo, he would absolutely go crazy.