My Girlfriend Is Really a Superstar

This sentence is indeed true, there is no great hatred, Mittel will not do this, but it is related to his own life, either you die or he dies, there is no need to think about it.

"Hey, Mr. Ling, Mr. Zhang, you are finally here." I saw Mittel wearing a long mink, his chest muscles and abdominal muscles were all exposed to the air, and his figure was very strong.

Ling Feihong is very envious of such a figure, and she really wants to practice, but she is old, and there is no one to rush into.

"Mr. Mittel, hello." The two also put down their bodies and shouted in a low voice.

"I don't need your politeness here. Let's play mahjong tonight and talk about making money!"

Hearing Mittel's words, the two were also overjoyed. As expected, they were looking for cooperation, depending on the project.

Rich people cooperate with rich people, that is the rhythm of win-win, especially this kind of high-level, but in Tang Baobao's eyes, it can't be put on the table, it can't affect the world situation, it's all small business.

Mittel led the two of them to the swimming pool in the manor. There was already a mahjong table beside the swimming pool, and tall bodyguards stood around them, with their hands folded on their stomachs. The whole scene gave off an intense feeling. oppression.

This made Ling Feihong and Zhang Chi a little nervous. If such a plot appeared in the movie, it would basically be the rhythm of death.

"Sit down, you're welcome." Mittel said with a smile, and snapped his fingers. A sexy maid came pushing a cart. There was an iron bucket on the cart, which contained ice cubes and whiskey. In a wooden box, there should be excellent Cuban cigars inside.

The life of the rich is so bold and unrestrained, you can't imagine it.

The maid was wearing a sexy suspender outfit, 10cm black high heels, black net stockings, tall chest muscles, and that sexy waistcoat line, full of strength.

"Mr. Ling, Mr. Zhang, drink some." Mittel took the whiskey and cigars from the maid, and lit them.

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

"Then smoke a cigar, this cigar is not ordinary." Mittel continued.

No matter how they couldn't refuse, the two started to smoke.

Under Mittel's signal, the maid sat directly beside to gather the number of people.

They play mahjong is secondary,

It's mainly about business.

A round begins.

Ling Feihong asked while typing: "Mr. Mittel, did you ask us to come over this time?"

Mittel seemed to be still looking at the cards, and chose to play a nine-barrel for a long time: "It's nothing, I just asked you to come out and play."

Ling Feihong and Zhang Chi frowned after hearing this, unable to understand Mittel's meaning.

Zhang Chi seemed to be lucky, he touched a ten thousand card, and then knocked it out.

Mittel was overjoyed: "It's muddled!"

Single hanging 10,000.

Zhang Chi was stunned for a moment, and said casually: "Mr. Mittel, we don't have the rules of firing cannons here."

Hearing this sentence, Mittel's joyful expression gradually faded away, and Zhang Chi also felt that he had said something wrong, and then he felt gravity coming from the back of his head, and his forehead hit the mahjong hard, and the whole His head was buzzing.

Mittel smoked lightly, watching the maid press Zhang Chi's head and hit it hard on the mahjong.

Zhang Chi's forehead bled suddenly, and he was stunned.

Ling Feihong on the side was in a daze, and didn't know what to say.

Mittel took a puff of smoke: "You old men, you are so pedantic, rules? Here! I am the rules!"

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

The maid grabbed the wine bottle on the cart and threw it directly at Ling Feihong's head. The bottle was not broken, but Ling Feihong's fat body was smashed to the ground, and blood flowed from his forehead.

At this time, Zhang Chi also regained his composure, and pointed at Mittel. This sexy maid was obviously not an ordinary character. She held Zhang Chi's hand with both hands and twisted it hard!

what! ! !

Zhang Chi's right hand was twisted at an incredible angle, and he fell to the ground and screamed.

Mittel stood up with a cigar in his mouth, picked up his wine glass, and walked slowly to Ling Feihong's side, stepping on Ling Feihong's cheek with his expensive leather shoes: "You guys, I'm really tired of working."

After flicking the soot, the off-white soot slowly fell on Ling Feihong's suit, staining it, but the dizzy Ling Feihong didn't know what happened.

"You dare to touch me! A bunch of damn foreigners!" Zhang Chi didn't knock his head off, and looked at Mittel and roared.

Mittel gestured, and saw the maid grabbed the mahjong, first punched Zhang Chi's abdomen, then grabbed the jaw, stuffed the mahjong into Zhang Chi's mouth, and then covered it.

Zhang Chi's eyes were wide open, a suffocation forced him to swallow, his Adam's apple squirmed up and down, and he could clearly see that the mahjong entered along the throat.

Mittel showed a smirk: "If you want to blame, you can only blame you for messing with people who shouldn't be messed with!"

After finishing speaking, the maid knocked the two of them unconscious, and hooked her fingers at the person next to her. The body bag had already been prepared, so she put the two of them in. The big truck was also parked at the back door of the manor. You have to deal with it yourself, and you can't be careless.

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

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

The two people who were knocked unconscious were packed in a container and hoisted onto the cargo ship, and Mittel also boarded the cargo ship.

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

At five o'clock in the morning, the cargo ship was already sailing on the endless sea, and there were four people lying on the deck at the bow, two of them had no signs of life, and the other two were Zhang Chi and Ling Feihong.

The sea was still a bit cold in the early morning, Mittel walked out wearing a heavy coat, followed by his younger brother, surrounded by crew members, all of them were vicious, such scenes seemed to happen often.

"Wake 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. A smell of sea water floated into their nostrils, and it was a little cold.

And Mittel took out his mobile phone, started recording, and finished the work by himself. It is important to have evidence, and the boss cannot be disappointed.

"Tie it up." Mittel yelled lightly.

Immediately, the two crew members brought the iron ball, with an iron chain tied to it, and tied it tightly to their legs.

"Mittel! What are you doing! Where are we!" Ling Feihong felt his head hurt, but he still couldn't help asking.

Mittel said softly: "It should be almost to the Pacific Ocean."

"Pacific Ocean???" Ling Feihong was stunned.