The American Scripture

[Dao Zang America] General Chapter Serial Post [Forbidden Water]

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　　 Hearing Jim's duties, Chief Cohens suddenly rushed over, twisted Jim's neckline, and shouted angrily: "You don't know what kind of mistakes you made?"

　　 The thugs all around came up, and some took out their pistols behind them, and with a "click", they loaded the bullet and opened the safety. .His face is not good.

Koens looked around for a while and looked at Jim coldly: "It's your people who didn't follow the rules first. Their store paid you the protection fee. But counting this time, there have been four robberies a year. , Whoever counts you. You're making it hard for me, Jim, you've been causing me trouble."

"Calm down, calm down, Darnell is our distinguished guest!" Jim waved his hand, causing those people to step back, looking up at Sheriff Coens, "Do you know why I want to kill that kid? Because he shouldn't let them Sam and Michael go to jail. Even if they are to be punished, it's my business, that kid is over."

　　 "Do you know who he is? You will get into trouble if you kill him."

"I don't care who his MD is. Even if it's Obama, I won't take it to heart. I want my brothers to know my rules. No one can punish them except me—nor you! "Jim patted Coens on the chest, "Sergeant Coens."

"Forget about that bastard, sheriff, it's not worth making injustices for him. We have been in friendship for so many years. Could it be possible that a **** who has immigrated from Asia can be mixed up?" Jim said, moving towards One of his men hooked his finger and said, "Go and get the share of Chief Cohens!"

"Jim, you know I'm here this time, not for that!" Sheriff Cohens looked at Jim, swallowed a few mouthfuls, his voice was dry, "I want to tell you, I want to quit, our relationship is here. It's over, I will be implicated by you. You don't know how to constrain, Jim! You will pay for it."

"No, no, Sergeant Coens, I don't think so." At this time, the subordinate took a thick pile of things held in newspapers, Jim took it, and put it in Coens's hand. Here, "This is a double share. I will find a chance to kill that kid. All you have to do is let me know where he is, who will protect him, and what opportunities we have to use."

"I said... I quit!" Sheriff Cohens looked at the big bag of things in his hand. He knew it was banknotes, and there were a lot of them. It seemed that it was not less than 40,000 US dollars. Do whatever you want. Goodbye, Jim, don't trouble me!"

　　 Sheriff Cohens said, slowly putting the pack of banknotes in his hand on the armrest of the sofa, turning around, and wanted to leave here. He was a little reluctant, but compared with what was about to happen, he was a bit embarrassed. Because Zhen Fan is now in the limelight, if he is killed, he, the sheriff, will definitely be implicated.

"I said, take this bag of things and do what you should do!" Jim stood up, walked slowly in front of Coens, and put the bag of banknotes in his arms again, "Remember, you If you put it down again, I won't give it to you again. Of course, your boss will know what you don't cooperate with me. Do you understand what I think I should do?"

"Are you threatening me?" Sheriff Cohens stared at Jim with some anger and helplessness. "Do you want me to arrest you personally? Jim, don't do too much. In the past, you gave me money, I gave You settle the trouble, and we don’t owe anyone. Now I’m willing to take the risk to tell you that it’s an extra gift.

"You will regret this!"

　　 Jim looked at him with a smile, turned around, and plunged his fat body into the sofa.

Sheriff Cohens stopped. He held the pack of banknotes tightly with both hands, as if he had made a very big decision: "Only this time, Jim, and then I will apply for a transfer. I will leave this area, even if it is I am also willing to be a cop in the countryside."

"That's right!" Jim laughed, then clapped gently, "Our cooperation has always been very pleasant, and it is the same this time. Don't think about retirement. You are not the kind of wanting to be alone. Life-long people, your blood management will be filled with restless blood. Goodbye, Chief Cohens."

　　 Sheriff Cohens hesitated for a moment, and went straight away, without even turning his head. He looked at the dark sky outside, and felt that his whole person seemed to be fused with the black, which would swallow him and make himself unable to see the direction.

　　 "He's gone!" A big man walked in and said to Jim.

　　 "Wait for us to kill that bastard--" Jim paused, "Just kill him. We can't work with someone who is unstable. This will ruin our big business."

　　 "Okay, boss!" The big man nodded, then stepped back.

　　 Jim sat on the sofa, took a glass of wine from the cabinet next to him, and drank it clean.

"There is nothing more interesting than murder." Jim stood up, raised the cup, twisted his fat body and hips in the hall, humming Beethoven's symphony of destiny, and then raised a hand. Dangling in the air.

"I'm making a bet, the boss must like to watch "This Killer Isn't Cold". The policeman who killed people listened to this murder, and I really like that paragraph." At this time, a thug standing outside the door stood facing him. Said the one who was together.

"If you still talk, maybe the next one to be killed is not the **** Zhen, but you. Brother, I have to take care of you a little bit, don't bother me and be buried in the pit together, to see God! "The other one was obviously afraid of Jim and turned his back on purpose to stop talking to the guy just now.

　　 "You will regret it, man!"

　　 "No, I definitely won't regret it." The guy stood without looking back and glanced at Jim in the hall. It was obvious that he appeared a little cautious.

"Hey, buddy, is the old man always happy? Is killing really something to be excited about. To be honest, except for the old trash picker I personally killed on the day I joined the group, I was full of fear and never felt excited. Is this missing something?"

　　 did not respond behind.

　　 "Hey, buddy—" Then his voice stopped, and there was no one behind him.

　　 "Hey, don't be so naive, do you still use hide-and-seek when you are with me this way?" The guy looked around and saw nothing.

"Don't hide, man, I saw you, come out, I know you are here!" This guy walked slowly outside, looking at a bunch of flowers in the villa with a probe, "Come out, If you don’t come out, Jim will kill you. What he doesn't like most is that someone broke his flowers."

"Well, you won. I admit that I am a rookie. I haven't killed enough people, but I will do it. I will kill those bastards. One day I will kill Eddie that bastard. See if he's not pleasing to the eye." The guy began to gritted his teeth, "Come out, take me to kill the Eddie, the taxi driver."

　　 Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the sudden cold feeling made this guy stunned for a moment, as if someone was shaking in front, and there was a feeling of being pinched by the neck.

　　 "Damn it!" As soon as this guy raised his hand, he just raised his pistol, and suddenly his eyes went dark, and he rolled to the ground, overwhelming the flower belt.

"Who is that, **** it, broke my flower. Jeff, go and see what happened." In the hall, Jim finally stopped and sat on the sofa, holding the wine glass, looking vaguely The flowers outside were shaking with people, and some people fell on it.

"Teach those **** newbies to remember long names. These idiots, except for murder, can't do a serious thing!" Jim stood up suddenly, yelling in the hall with a little annoyance, "Take that **** bastard" Kick me over, I want to kick his eggs."

　　 "Okay, Boss!" A big man nodded, motioned to the two horses standing next to him, and walked outside together. From a distance, he saw a person lying on the flower bush. He suddenly became vigilant. He drew out his pistol and slowly approached him. While observing the surrounding situation, he was on the other two ends of the flower bush. The individual was patrolling, and did not find a vision here.

　　 "You, this way!" Jeff said softly, "You, over there! We're out there."

　　 The three people slowly turned towards the flower bushes. There was a guy lying on the flower belt, a newcomer, Jeff recognized.

　　 "Damn newbie!" Jeff whispered inwardly, crouching low, and said to a horse who had outflanked him, "Notify the boss that someone has broken in. Don't make any noise, go slowly."

"Okay, Jeff!" Ma Tsai stood up, arched his waist, and walked slowly towards the lobby of the villa. Just after walking two, he fell to the ground with a "poof"~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It didn't move.

　　 "Damn, what's the matter with you?" Jeff's heart jumped suddenly, as if he felt his back was stared at by a poisonous snake, making people sweat a little. The other outflanking guy hasn't come over yet, and it's probably too bad.

　　 This kind of feeling is very bad.

　　 Jeff gritted his teeth, turned around abruptly, raised the gun in his hand, and opened fire.

　　 "Boom boom boom!" The bullet shot out quickly and into the darkness. The gunfire was particularly dazzling in the darkness. The bullet seemed to hit something, making a "pupupupu" sound.

　　 "Damn... Jeff... it's me, the grass, it's me!" A figure stumbled out in the dark, covered in blood. It was the guy who just outflanked and hadn't appeared.

　　 "It's you, how could it be you!" Jeff couldn't believe it, "What's the matter with TMD?"

"You...mother...who do you think...is it?" The man swayed, with a series of blood sprays coming out of his mouth, "Grass, Jeff, grass... You TM killed... me!" He fell to the ground. (To be continued.)

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