I am A Villain

Johnny spent the whole night in Bruce's villa.

It wasn't until early morning, just before dawn, that he opened the door of the villa and came out.

This time, there was not much difference from the beginning. The only difference was that I changed my clothes.

The loose sweater cover is very out of tune with Johnny's thin body.

This is obviously the clothes of Bruce's grandson.

With a tablet in his hand, Johnny shut the door specifically after he walked out of the villa.

After returning to the car he drove last night, Johnny sat in the driver's seat and tapped the computer screen.

Shown above is an account login and network communication record a few days ago

The name of the correspondent is: "Zac".

Johnny stared at the record on the computer screen and tapped the steering wheel rhythmically.

After about a few minutes, Johnny started the car and left.

As for the **** scenes left in the villa, I don't know how long it will take for someone to find out.

As for North America.

Luo and Zac lived in isolation for a few days.

It was finally the day of contact with arms dealers.

It is about ten o'clock in the morning, and the time agreed by both parties is in the afternoon.

Luo has finished all the training after getting up.

Zac just woke up.

"Give me your sweater in a while."

Luo said as he ate the remaining pizza last night.

"Then what am I wearing?" Zack asked, lying on the couch, rubbing his eyes vaguely.

"You can wear short sleeves when the weather is so hot." Luo chewed something.

"Why don't you wear short sleeves?" Zach sat up, his eyes still open.

"Did you forget how scared you were when I saw my appearance the other night?" Luo asked with raised eyebrows.

Zac wore a very loose black pullover sweater with a hat that could cover his head.

So Luo needs to replace him with this one.

After all, he is not sure that this meeting with the arms dealer will end before dark. Of course, he will try to get it done before dark, and try to avoid appearing in some dark environment.

Just in case, Luo still needs to "wrapp" himself more strictly.

"Fine."

Zac nodded.

He knew that if he insisted on not changing, there wouldn't be any good ending, so he honestly picked off his sweater and threw it to Luo.

"Take care of it, but this is the sweater that the mensa club sent me. It stands to reason that people who do not have a high enough IQ are not eligible to wear it."

Luo pouted and did not respond to Zac.

He took the sweater over himself.

"How long have you not washed this dress?"

At the moment of putting on the sweater, Luo smelled a smell similar to fermentation

"I don't know, a month or two."

Zac waved his hand and continued to fall asleep on the sofa.

""

"Order two pizzas, it's almost noon." Zac said with his eyes closed.

The two of them have been eating pizza for several days in a row, eating almost all flavors.

In the afternoon, a convertible, dusty Porsche roared out of the garage, and there was a dash of elegance in the corner of the street.

The tire rubs against the road and makes a harsh noise.

Two teenagers under eighteen sat in the car with pizza in their mouths.

Galloping towards a location in the center of the city.

auzw.com Based on the location information provided by the seller, the other party will meet with them at a fighting club.

This fighting club is located in the center of the city.

Although I know that the two of us are driving so blatantly, if we meet the uncle of the traffic police, they must be arrested and educated, but if they drive fast enough, do n’t be caught up, then there is no problem.

Luo and Zac found two sunglasses in the car, each hanging on their faces.

"Does this look more like a gangster."

Zac tilted his head and looked at himself in the rearview mirror.

"No."

Luo in the driver's seat glanced at Zac and said.

"So what?"

Zac tamped in the car, and actually turned out a mini submachine gun from under the seat!

Even Luo was a little surprised.

He rummaged through the house and found no guns. As a result, the cowboy hid a submachine gun in the car.

"Ha! Let me see if there are bullets!"

"Click!"

Zakra took a shot.

As a result, other vehicles driving in the same direction on the road instantly pressed the brakes, pulling away from the black Porsche.

"You **** put the gun away, there are surveillance cameras on the road!"

Luo really wanted to kick this guy off the car.

"Oh right, right, we drove a convertible car, low-key low-key low-key."

Zac nodded and put the submachine gun back under the seat.

"Whether we should bring guns when we go to that club at that time, because I look at Ha, there seems to be a few pistols coming underneath."

"I don't need it, just bring it if you want to."

Luo shook his head.

"Row."

Zac nodded heavily.

"To be honest, I have never fired a real gun. I used to be in the game"

He opened the pizza box and continued to eat, and said something vaguely in his mouth.

Luo automatically ignored his nonsense.

The car quickly entered the city center.

According to the positioning, they violated some unknown traffic regulations, and finally came to the front of this comprehensive fighting club.

"Is it here?"

Zac asked with the last piece of pizza.

"That's right."

Luo glanced at the huge sign on the floor, nodded, and then drove the car into the parking lot under the building.

"Hey, brother, you shine again."

In the dimly lit underground parking lot, Zach patted Luo's shoulder to remind.

"Damn."

Luo secretly scolded and put on his sweater hat.

The two of them quickly parked the car and quickly walked towards the elevator.

"Eh, wait."

As he was about to enter the elevator, Luo looked at Zac's back and grabbed him.

"Put the submachine gun in your crotch back into the car!"

"Huh?" Zac looked back, raised his pants, and asked, "Is it obvious?"

"What did you say?" Luo gave him a cold look.

Because the surrounding light is very dim and the elevator has not opened the door, Luo's eyes are still shining with blue cold light. Zac was staring at him with some bleeding, and he had to pull the micro submachine gun out of his pants grayly , Ran back and left in the car, still muttering:

"I'm not just in case"