Part-time as God of the Heavens

"They didn't take a cent, and they burned my money?"

Inside the office, Reyes asked.

"Yes," the person in charge of the warehouse where the money was burned lowered his head, "he also said... and said that this is just the beginning."

"Ha," Reyes smiled and walked to the desk beside him, flicking some devices on it, "just starting... hehe..."

"Then," after a pause, Reyes's hand stopped on an alloy object, grabbed it suddenly, then turned around and smashed the person in charge directly, "this is our answer!"

For Reyes, such a subordinate should be damned!

Putting the blood-stained object back on the table, Reyes said to another security captain in the office with his head bowed, ignoring the subordinate who was dazed and fainted: "Clean up all the warehouses, within an hour. Inside, I need to see all the money locked up in a safe place, and, after doing this, let everyone start looking for those bastards! I'm going to put them all on the wanted list, understand? "

"clear!"

Soon, under the leadership of this security captain, Reyes' men began to act one after another. They held guns openly and walked on the street, but no one was in charge, or no one dared to take care of them. Take care of them, and soon, as Tletto and the others had expected, they began to pool the cash that Reyes had stored in warehouses in nearly every corner of the city, and shipped it to a place of their choice." Safe" place, keep it.

Tletto and their plan went well. Their plan was originally like this. Only in this way can Reyes take the initiative to store all the money in one place, and it is convenient for them to complete the robbery at one time!

However, there were some minor deviations from the plan.

"Oh," Tedgy said, looking at the place where Reyes' men drove straight in, "Am I wrong?"

"I don't think so..." O'Connor's voice was a little low. "That is, the police station!"

Why did Reyes, the big drug lord everyone know, put money in the police station?

Everyone looked at each other.

"Well, this time, the difficulty has changed from almost impossible to absolutely impossible." Roman opened the spit mode.

"According to the original plan," said Tletto, who held his arms.

"What did you say?" Roman was taken aback, "Did I hear it wrong?"

"No, you heard it right, according to the original plan... No, it needs to be modified a little," Tletto took out his mobile phone and made a call while turning away. "We need a more powerful car."

"Hey, it's not a question of whether the car is powerful or not!" Roman from the heart began to try to persuade Tletto to give up the idea, "Unless you can get a tank, it's almost the same! Moreover, it needs to be as fast as a sports car. Quick tank!"

"You're talking about a tank, I really can't get it," Tletto said without turning his head, "but you're talking about a sports car like a tank...I can still get it."

"What?" Roman looked bewildered.

I just bb it casually, can you really get it?

And...what the hell is a sports car like a tank? ? !

Soon, Roman knew where Tletto was going to get that "tank-like sports car".

In the cabin, I just came to an event with Giselle... Zhou Yi, who came to an event to assemble a sports car together, received a call from Tletto.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Yi asked.

"Zhou, we're in trouble," Tletto said, "I need your help."

"Let me guess..." Zhou Yi turned the key and started the engine, "Where does Reyes keep the money? City government? Bank vault? Police station?"

"How did you know?" Tletto was taken aback.

"Think with your head," Zhou Yi said while admiring Gisele's long legs as he entered the car through the door, "I always like to make decisions and then move, so, before I came here, I took Reyes's I checked the information and found that such a well-known drug lord, who has been active in Rio for so many years without being arrested, has become a local snake. Among them, if there is no official asylum, I definitely do not believe it. "

"You're right," Tletto said. "Reyes put all the money in the police station, and our plan is going to go ahead and we're going to need some more powerful cars."

"Don't worry, since I had anticipated it, I would have been prepared," Zhou Yi started his sports car, and sent the address of the warehouse to Tletto by the way, "Come to the warehouse I rented and let you watch some good things. "

Tletto and others soon came to Zhou Yi's warehouse.

When they arrived, Zhou Yi also happened to take Gisele for a spin, and immediately brought everyone into the warehouse.

"A sports car like a tank?" Zhou Yi grinned at Tletto's request, "Come with me."

After all, Zhou Yi brought everyone to the front of the two dark gray containers.

"Open it and take a look." Zhou Yi said in a stern manner.

"How well prepared are you..." Tletto was a little shocked when he saw the parts in the opened box in the warehouse, but now, he knows that the contents of this container may be the The most important thing Zhou Yi brought this time.

"Be prepared enough, and when something goes wrong, you will have more means and grasp of how to solve it," Zhou Yi said. "You know, I always like this."

"This is..." With a smile on his face, Tletto opened the container, and then, even with his psychological quality, he couldn't help shaking his head, "Fake, this thing can also be brought to you. Come?"

"What? What?" Roman, who was still stroking the parts inside the box, quickly leaned over. After seeing the contents of the container, he swallowed directly.

"Are you joking?" Roman was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses, "Can anyone give me a punch? I seem to have hallucinations in front of my eyes?"

Tletto, who heard the words, was about to move, and moved his thick arm, and Zhou Yi also glanced at Roman, his arm moved slightly.

Although the two of them don't have any disgust towards Roman Reigns, but things like beating a slut... No one would want to miss such an opportunity!

"Wait, what do you want?" Roman shrank his neck, and he felt a chill surge into his heart, "O'Connor! Help!"

PS: Obviously every time the writer's words are a diary on the street, why do you turn a blind eye? Point it out this time!

Street diary↓

Today, the group suddenly started chatting about the issue of paying taxes. I was excited to participate, and then found that I was paying too little for the royalties, and the big guys had to pay taxes because the fees were too much to pay.