The Strongest Arms Dealer

early morning.

in the mountains.

Sitting on the steps with the bodyguard, the little angel yawned, his eyelids were drooping, and the bottom of his eyes was a little scarlet from tiredness. He shook his head, and when he was about to squint again, he heard footsteps. He turned around and looked Walk down until the boss is full of energy.

It shouldn't be!

Had he slept on the mountain?

Otherwise, why is this mental state so good?

"You have worked hard, let's go back to the hotel." Tang Dao smiled and pulled up the little angel, patted off the dew on his body, and walked down the steps first, and smiled when he met a resident who got up early in the morning .

Going up the mountain is easy, but going down the mountain depends on inertia.

When walking down the mountain, the little angel looked at his watch, it was 7:21.

Edward, who was resting in the car, heard the movement, opened his eyes, saw that the boss had come down, adjusted the seat quickly, got out of the car, and opened the door for him. At this time, the mobile phone on the co-pilot rang.

"Answer the phone first." Tang Dao supported the roof of the car, shaking his neck vigorously, which was a little sore.

Edward nodded, quickly picked up the phone, said a few words, and handed it to Tang Dao, "Boss, I'm looking for you."

"Who?"

"It seems that it is an Indian."

Tang Dao was taken aback, then answered the phone, said something, and said in a crying and nervous tone, "Sir... I... killed someone!"

At this time, in a telephone booth on the right side of St. Peter's Basilica, Gubta held the phone and looked around in horror. As long as someone looked at him more, he felt that something happened to him.

His trousers were muddy and his clothes were torn.

"Dong dong dong." There was a sound of knocking on the glass, which made him startled. Looking back, he saw a young white man wearing a hat backwards, opening his mouth impatiently at him, but the phone booth The sound insulation effect of the phone is obviously good, and you can't hear the fixed-point sound, but you can also feel the discomfort in the other party's tone.

Gubta immediately gave an address, then hung up the phone, hurriedly opened the door, who knew, was dragged out by the other party very rudely, pushed aside, cursing, Gubta was like a wounded dog, low With his head down, he hurriedly crawled on the ground for a few meters, then got up in a panic, ran into the alley, curled up next to a trash can, hugged his knees, his eyes were full of horror.

He... killed his master!

Yesterday he drove his owner to a bar in Geneva, and he stayed to look at the car. While sitting in the car, he found that the zipper in the red handbag on the back seat was not closed, he hesitated for a while, and when he was about to close it, he looked There are all kinds of US dollars inside!

He knew that this handbag was full of money, but he didn't expect so much money!

He swallowed, but if he took it himself, I'm afraid... he would lose the job, and then be beaten to death by the master!

Don't doubt, just beat him to death!

In modern civilization, the existence of YD is like a joke, but it also tells a truth, the only relief for the poor is death.

Don't bully the young to be poor, don't bully the middle-aged to be poor, don't bully the old to be poor...the dead are the greatest!

Almost all died unwillingly.

The deep-rooted fear made Gubta dare not do anything. He closed his eyes, zipped up, and sat on the driver's seat. His heart was about to jump out. He could only drink water constantly to suppress his inner anxiety and greed.

At about 2 o'clock in the morning, the two owners came out, talking and laughing with each other. Gubta immediately got out of the car to help them, but was kicked over by one of the older people, who pointed at him and yelled at him. No one around could hear what he was saying, but the spectators were all around, pointing and laughing.

Gubta was at a loss, and the other party kept insulting him, saying that the "lethal power" of Sudra's untouchables was very low. In the end, he even scolded himself as a bastard, a child without a father, and even his mother should be honored kill!

How dare an untouchable bear the seed of Vaisya (third class)?

"Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!" He cursed three times in a row.

But Gubta endured it...

The usual despair has long since lost the motivation to work hard.

He knelt on the ground and kissed each other's feet. Although he was kicked away again and again, the master's anger dissipated. Finally, he got into the car as if he was tired of scolding. This was enough. He didn't dare to look up. Embarrassed, he climbed into the driver's seat like a clown and drove towards the hotel.

The drunken two are talking whispers, and with the slut...

When he was about to arrive at the hotel, the big master suddenly said that he wanted to get out of the car to pee. Gubta had no choice but to stop, and then helped him into the alley. With that, everything seemed normal at first.

But suddenly, at this time, the other party said, "Gubta, I heard that your mother is standing on the street? Hehehe, after I go back, I must take care of her business and tell her, she..." Hiccupped, then said with a smile, "Say her son is a very smart dog! Very well-behaved! Hahaha."

"You can call me Dad now."

"After all, you're a **** too."

Gubta wanted to respond with a smile. This was his instinct, but it was more humiliating. He felt his scalp numb, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up hard. He wanted to please his master with a smile, but why... this times so difficult.

"A white tiger will appear every 100 years among the tigers. It roars unwillingly, just to find freedom!"

If I'm not happy, then where is the freedom!

"Come on, help me lick my shoes." The drunk raised his foot, and there was urine on it.

The collapse and killing intent soared in an instant. Gubta bit his lip, let out a low growl in his throat, and raised his head to look at the other party. This look made the other party tremble suddenly. Before he could speak, he was strangled by the neck and hit hard. Wall, took out broken glass from the side of the trash can, and stabbed straight at the main artery in the neck!

turn out to be!

Rich people will be exposed too!

So cool!

Gubta had never felt so happy before. Looking at the begging and panic in the other party's eyes, he felt that a glass of ice water had entered his belly in summer, stabbed him a dozen times, and died.

He stood up, turned around numbly, and looked at the remaining owner in the car.

…

Killing someone, he sat next to the corpse, very dazed, he touched his pocket and took out the business card, his eyes burst out with eagerness, he stood up, trotted away, and behind him, two corpses were lying in the garbage Eyes open in the barrel.

Baihu finally lost his mind.

Gubta ran a long way, then found a phone booth, and called Tang Dao.

Sitting quietly at the entrance of an alley, at the entrance of a high-end restaurant, his eyes were straightened and his whole body was trembling, but at this moment, someone kicked him lightly on the back, "Go away, Fake, you are not allowed to sit here. .”

Behind him, a man in a suit and with a Moss-style head was cursing and pinching his nose, his tone was full of disgust, and his mouth was marked with swear words.

Gubta raised his head and looked at the other party. His eyes... seemed to have lost their light, and he got up silently, standing there, at a loss.

He lowered his head and looked at the leather shoes. These new leather shoes are quite shiny. He has polished them for a long time.

"It's very embarrassing." A mellow voice said, Gubta was like a frightened bird, taking a step back before he dared to look up, Tang Dao leaned against the sun, but broke into his life like a god.

"Let's go, I'll take you to dinner." As he said, he walked up the steps and into the high-end restaurant. Gubta hesitated for a while, but followed. Laughing, but when the latter came in, his face changed, and he ran over, "You are not welcome here, get out quickly, you have trampled the ground dirty."

The manager paused, and then smiled awkwardly, "Sir, we... are not allowed in if we are not dressed properly."

"Then take off your clothes and give it to him."

"This…"

Edward took out a stack of US dollars from his pocket and threw it on the ground, "Is that enough?"

When the manager saw it, his eyes lit up instantly. This stack was full of one hundred dollars, at least more than 20,000. He quickly took off his suit and put it on Gubta with a smile on his face, making the latter feel a little uncomfortable. After adapting, he followed Tang Dao into the restaurant, and when he turned around, he saw the manager, squatting on the ground, picking up money.

I found a seat and sat down, and Gubta stood aside.

"Sit down." Tang Dao pointed.

"I... I'm dirty."

"If it's dirty, just buy this restaurant and I'll let you sit." Tang Dao said casually with Erlang's legs crossed, holding a cigar.

Gubta hesitated for a moment, then sat down, and then a tall waitress with curly hair came over. When she saw the former, she was startled, but soon smiled and handed Tang Dao the menu in her hand, The body stood beside the latter.

Because Tang Dao looks like a rich man.

This little action made the sensitive Gubta bow his head in low self-esteem.

"Give him some." Tang Dao said.

The waiter had no choice but to hand the menu to Gubta. The latter, who had never been to such a high-end restaurant, was at a loss when he saw the English on it. Finally, he pointed casually and handed the menu back with both hands carefully.

The waitress smiled, but left with her hands twisting her hips while holding the other places he hadn't touched.

Gubta looked back.

"Do you want to **** her?" Tang Dao asked suddenly, which made Gubuta very flustered~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I didn't know how to answer, and wanted to refute, but why, what the other party said, said into my heart, This waitress is so beautiful, I have never seen such a beautiful woman.

Not in India!

He didn't dare to answer, just kept silent.

"I'm afraid you can't be like this now, but if I want to, I can, in St. Peter's Basilica, in the Big Flower Clock, or even in the toilet of the United Nations Headquarters. Do you know why?"

Gubta finally spoke, "Because, you...you have money."

"You understand very well, but why can't you have money."

"I am Sudra." Gubta said.

"Stalin is a shoemaker, Andrew Johnson is a tailor, and even I am just an ordinary family. Status is only a motivation for us to be unwilling to be mediocre, not a reason to stop."

If Gubta hadn't made this call, maybe Tang Dao would never see him again, nor would he say so much to him.

Gubta fell silent, and said, "Will you help me?"

"certainly."

"why me."

Tang Dao smiled. He sat up straight, put his legs down, clamped his cigar, and looked at Gubta, "Because, you have killed people before."

kill?

It sounds simple, but how many people can really do it?

All unknown fears are very simple. For many people, they can go to heaven with a kiss on the mouth.

"Do you think that killing people is really easy, and making money is also the same. Don't be afraid, don't be timid, don't be afraid, failure, isn't it just a life, what else can you lose?"

The law writes how to punish you for committing a crime, but it doesn't tell you where to eat your next meal if you have only one bad life left.

Because, the elite will always have food to eat.

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