This sentence is indeed true. There is no big hatred. Mittel will not do this, but it is related to his own life. It is not that you die or that he is dead. There is no need to consider it.

"Hey, Ling, Zhang, you are finally here." I saw Mitel wearing a long squat, the muscles of the chest and the abdominal muscles all exposed to the air, and the body was very strong.

Ling Feihong is very envious of such a figure, and he also wants to practice, but the old man, no one rushed in.

"Mr. Mittel, hello." The two also put down their bodies and whispered.

"In my place, you don't need your politeness. Let's play mahjong this evening and talk about making money!"

When I heard Mittel’s words, the two of them were also happy. It was really a matter of looking for cooperation.

The rich people and the rich people cooperate, that is the rhythm of a win-win situation, especially this high level, but in the eyes of Tang Biao, this can not move to the table, can not affect the world situation, it is a small business.

Mittel walked to the pool next to the manor, and there was a mahjong table next to the pool. The bodyguards standing around the cows and horses were placed on the abdomen. The whole scene gave a strong impression. The sense of oppression.

This makes Ling Feihong and Zhang Chi a little nervous. If there is such a bridge in the movie, it is basically the rhythm of the dead.

"Sit, don't be polite," Mittel said with a grin, and snapped a finger. A **** maid was pushing the cart. There was an iron bucket in the car, which was filled with ice and whiskey. With a wooden box, it should be a great Cuban cigar.

The lives of the rich are so unrestrained, you can't think of it.

The maid is wearing a **** sling, ten centimeters of black high heels, black stockings, tall and straight chest muscles, and the **** vest line, full of power.

"Ling total, Zhang Zong, drink some." Mittel took the whisky and cigar handed by the maid, and then clicked.

Ling Feihong and Zhang Chi smiled and said: "No need."

"Then you smoke a cigar, this cigar is not a common item." Mittel continued.

No matter how can they refuse, the two will be pumped up.

Under Mitel's instructions, the maid sits directly next to the number.

They play mahjong is secondary, mainly talking about business.

The beginning of the game.

Ling Feihong asked while he was playing: "Mr. Mittel, are you calling us this time?"

Mittel seems to be still looking at the cards, and chose to play a nine-tube for a long time: "Nothing, just ask you to come out and play."

Ling Feihong and Zhang Chi listened tightly and frowned, unable to understand the meaning of Mittel.

Zhang Chi’s luck seemed to be good. He touched a 10,000 and immediately knocked it out.

Mittel Yixi: "Gummy!"

Single hanging 10,000.

Zhang Chi stunned and said casually: "Mr. Mittel, we have no rules for shooting."

Hearing this sentence, Mitel’s joyful face gradually closed up, and Zhang Chi felt that he had said the wrong thing. Then he felt the gravity coming from the back of his head, his forehead squatting on the mahjong, the whole The head is squeaking.

Mittel faintly smoked, watching the maid press the head of Zhang Chi and slammed on the mahjong.

Zhang Chi’s forehead suddenly bleed, and the whole person was paralyzed.

Aside from Ling Feihong, it’s not awkward, I don’t know what to say.

Mittel spit a smog: "You old man, it's pedantic, rules? Here! Laozi is the rule!"

"Mr. Mittel! What do you mean by this!" Ling Feihong reacted and asked Dimitel.

The maid grabbed the bottle on the cart and went straight to Ling Feihong's head. The bottle was not broken. Instead, Ling Feihong's obese body was slammed on the ground, and the forehead was suddenly bloody.

At this time, Zhang Chi also slowed down and pointed his finger at Mittel. This **** maid is obviously not an ordinary character. Hold the hand of Zhang Chi with both hands and twist it hard!

what! ! !

Zhang Chi’s right hand twisted into an incredible angle, and the whole person fell to the ground and screamed.

Mittel stood up with a cigar, picked up the glass, and slowly walked over to Ling Feihong. The valuable leather shoes stepped on Ling Feihong’s cheek: "You, it’s really tired."

Bombed ash, gray-white ash slowly fell on the Ling Feihong suit, stained with stains, but the faint Ling Feihong did not know what happened.

"You dare to try me! A group of **** foreigners!" Zhang Chi did not knock his head, watching Mitter roar.

Mittel gestured, only to see the maid grab the mahjong, first punched in the abdomen of Zhang Chi, then grabbed the squat, stuffed the mahjong into the mouth of Zhang Chi, and then slammed.

Zhang Chizhen's eyes widened, and a suffocation made him have to swallow. The throat was squirming up and down, and he could clearly see that the mahjong entered along the throat.

Mittel showed a sneer: "I must blame you for blaming you, and provoke people who should not be provoked!"

When I finished speaking, I let the maid knock on the two people. I hooked my finger at the person next to me. The body bag was already ready. I put the two people directly in. The big truck also stopped at the back door of the manor. You have to deal with it yourself, you can't care.

Of course, the drivers of the two of them must also be disposed of, and the vehicles, the evidence must be erased!

A Cadillac and a truck drove directly to the port, and the cargo ship at the port was already waiting.

The two people who were knocked out were loaded in the container and were hoisted by the cargo ship, and Mittel was also on the cargo ship.

With a whistle, the cargo ship filled with cargo sailed out of the port and headed for Mexico.

At five o'clock in the morning, the cargo ship had long been driving on the endless sea. There were four people lying on the deck of the bow. Two of them had no signs of life, and two of them were Zhang Chi and Ling Feihong.

The sea in the early morning is still a bit cold~lightnovelpub.net~ Mittel walked out in a thick coat, followed by the younger brother, surrounded by crew members, all fierce and evil, such scenes often happen at first glance.

"I woke up." Mittel said in Spanish.

A basin of cold water was poured on Ling Feihong and Zhang Chi. The two frowned and slowly opened their eyes. The smell of sea water floated into the nose and it was a bit cold.

And Mittel took out the mobile phone, began to record, and his workman had finished the whole work. There is important evidence, and the boss can’t be disappointed.

"Tied up." Mittel shouted.

The two crew members took the iron ball directly, holding the iron chain on it, and tied it tightly to the legs of the two.

"Mittel! What are you doing! Where are we!" Ling Feihong felt the brain hurt, but could not help but ask.

Mittel whispered: "It should be near the Pacific."

"Pacific ???" Ling Fei Rainbow.