Drawing cards can't save the weird world

The silly big Duncan put down the phone, his face twitched in pain, and he kept his head and howled.

After a long time, he picked up the phone again and called Gou Quan.

"Hello? Brother? Call me at night? Could it be that there is some entertainment... Cough! I am not a messer now, you go and play. I will reimburse you when I come back!"

Gou Quan's tone was a bit rough at first, but he became serious in the middle of speaking.

There is no way, Prada is really not a vegetarian. When he turned his eyes, the dogs in the house were obedient. Not to mention dogs, the bugs in the house are honest. She is already the queen of the house.

She lives in a few remote states in the south, and she is really a South American queen, very prestigious. She can even be invited to appear at weddings and funerals. For several years, she has felt honored and held her head high.

No, put Gou Quan under control. Zhao Hao was quite relieved about this, but he didn't expect it to be a good thing.

But the stupid Duncan called, not to arrange for Gou Quanda's health care, but something to do.

Originally, he didn't want to make this call, but now that the matter is serious, he can't bear it anymore.

"Douglas, my brother. Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo out out... out, Mr.

Madison was a good buddy of Gou Quan and the others before.

There is this kind of culture in the black community, that is, when some people become rich, they will support their former poor friends.

Very generous, right? ! Of course, this is not all a good thing. Some grandsons of poor friends, who have money, do crazy things, vent, make up... often drag those brothers who have suddenly become prosperous but have no financial acumen to bankruptcy.

And when Gou Quan founded Pippi Shrimp Company with Zhao Hao, he had already arranged for these poor brothers to be well-organized. Although he didn't work in Pippi Shrimp Company, they were all registered in the supporting small company and could get a good salary. . Everyday splurge is out of the question.

Gou Quan was very far-sighted in this regard, and he let these brothers quickly break away from their original social relations early on.

The street is absolutely terrible, as long as you don't touch the taboo things on the street, you are not afraid of the general law and discipline.

However, black people like Gou Quan and Winston who are outstanding in heart and vision are rare. The vast majority are low-educated and useless brains.

For example, most of Gou Quan's poor brothers, although they apparently broke the relationship in the street, but if they don't return home after being rich, it's like walking at night in brocade clothes!

Where is the sense of accomplishment without pretending? How is vanity satisfied?

Who are you pretending to be? Of course, they are still those people from the past, or the black group who are also on the streets.

So in fact, they often wear big gold chains secretly, surrounded by a group of idlers, yelling and drinking. I've been disconnected from the street gangs as well.

However, something went wrong.

Big Duncan's Madison, along with several other brothers, was attacked while having fun with a street gang.

It should be some kind of enemy of that street gang, but who made you be there at that time.

Dead, five or six dead, the poor brothers at the beginning were basically taken over by a nest.

Of course, this group of people deserved to die.

Those gangs can sell hemp, and they also force girls into prostitution and organize those black girls to sell them, and they often extort money for protection. Neither is a good thing.

At the time of the incident, the animals were still playing with their skins, the room was full of marijuana smoke, and more than 30 people had no clothes. Forget about what it was like.

In the end, the death was also very miserable. The opponent didn't use the hot weapon, and didn't even make any movement. It was almost dawn when they were discovered, and there was a room full of broken limbs and arms, and rivers of blood... The gang member who was discovered at the beginning sat down on the ground in fright, and urinated on the spot.

Gou Quan suddenly remembered a sentence:

"Now the brothers have a lot of money, but starting today, they are not allowed to have contact with the previous street gangs. Before we had no choice, we had a bad life, but now we are different. We have money. It’s gone. It’s not going to end well in the end with them…”

This is what he warned the group of brothers at the beginning, but he didn't expect it to become a prophecy.

When Gou Quan put down the phone, the circles of his eyes were red. Although the dead people were a little muddled and couldn't be called good people, they were friends who grew up with Gou Quan after all.

With the current social atmosphere, if black people don't help each other, they really don't want to live well.

Gou Quan was bullied back then, how many times it was these brothers who supported him, and when he was chased and intercepted by hostile gangs, it was these brothers who provided cover.

A few even grew up together from naked.

Unexpectedly, he died like this. The death is unclear.

For example, if you have a friend who eats, drinks, prostitutes, gambles, and does not do good things, but he is always worthy of you, then he is a good brother to you. One day he died miserably on the street, even if it is his own fault, you will feel uncomfortable, right?

What's more... Maybe these brothers were "cursed" to death by themselves. what was that like?

"Fake!" Gou Quan slammed the sofa a few times.

Prada, who was wrapped in a towel, hurried out of the bathroom, her hair still not dry.

"Honey, what's the matter?"

Soon the two arrived at the scene of the incident.

This place has been surrounded by a police cordon of black and yellow. But Prada is an official agent of the Bureau of Mysteries after all, and he entered as soon as he showed his ID.

Now the Bureau of Mystery has a very high status in the United States, even better than the FBI.

The corpse at the scene has been removed, but the traces are still there, especially the bloodstains all over the room, just like a rain of blood.

Prada's eyes turned white, and he glanced around: "There is only one person, and he moves very quickly, there is no time for these people to react..."

Relying on the remaining resentment here, she observed what happened last night. Although she couldn't see the specific faces clearly, she could distinguish the number of people. A person, holding a cold weapon... In the end, it seemed that a person was interrogated for some information.

Prada has already seen that the murderer is definitely not an ordinary person, he should be an extraordinary person.

How did a street gang mess with the Extraordinary?

Moreover, this method is too arrogant. Now that the situation is so sensitive, and the Bureau of Mystery is guarding Liberty City with high pressure, who would dare to commit such a big thing here?

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the black-clothed agents from the Bureau of Mystery to arrive. Because Prada was also here, Colt was quickly alarmed.

Colt contacted Zhao Hao: "Come and have a look, Gou Quan seems to be in trouble?"

"What's the trouble? Are you all right?"

"It's not him, it seems that some of his former friends were killed by the Transcendent."

"Extraordinary?"

"Well, it's not an ordinary extraordinary person, you'll know when you come..."

Zhao Hao soon arrived in a monster jeep. His five senses were far superior to ordinary people, and he could smell blood from afar.

Just like this taste, at least the blood of ten people must be drained to have it!

Sure enough, when I went in, I saw that there were bloodstains everywhere on the wall, floor, and ceiling, and they had all turned dark red, just like an abstract splash-ink painting.

Zhao Hao glanced twice, and saw traces of psychic energy, sure enough, there were superhumans involved.

And the psychic attribute is special, I haven't seen it before... Wait, I seem to have seen it, just recently.

Zhao Hao has seen a lot, and has developed a level of aesthetics and appreciation. Looking at the traces of spiritual power is like appreciating calligraphy. The characters are like people, and people are like characters, which has a special flavor.

This kind of understatement is very inconspicuous, but it has traces of psychic power with a strong sense of explosion. It is very similar to the ninja who met in Mr. Scott's dream some time ago, and then came to support him!

At that time, Zhao Hao was still wondering, where did the Japanese ninja come from? !

He thought to himself: Could it be that a ninja did it? It's quite ruthless!

Such a ruthless method is not something a local transcendent can do.

After all, the Bureau of Mystery is not for nothing, especially now that it has its own secret realm, its influence on the other side of the world has also greatly increased. If it is really wanted by all its strength, it is not a joke.

Colt came over with a stack of documents, "Hey, let's see, a group of ninja organizations who just came to Ami recently..."

Fuck, chapter 329 was not released for me, and chapter 319 was blocked for me.

Can he still find a later account? !