London is still shrouded in thick fog, with only the silver cross on the church tower shining.
A group of ascetic monks from the Holy See, wearing burlap robes and carrying oil lamps and incense burners, walked slowly on the street. They chanted passages in the Bible that encouraged people to do good in a low voice, and faint fluctuations of holy power entangled them.
Around them, the thick fog within a ten-meter radius around them dispersed.
A group of more than a dozen luxury RVs quickly rushed out of the thick fog like ghost knights in the night. They rudely pushed through a pool of water, and the splashes splashed all over the monks.
The motorcade stopped on the side of the road, and powerful and murderous men in well-dressed clothes poured out of the car. They pushed the monks roughly and forced them into the corner of the roadside. The monks were so angry that they wanted to
They argued with these big men, but dozens of powerful mental waves pouring out of the RV made them wisely keep their mouths shut.
More than two dozen superpowers wearing silver trench coats with a spade emblem from a playing card tattooed on the left side of their chests with black silk thread came out of the car. They lined up respectfully by the door of a RV.
Bow and salute uniformly.
The car door slowly opened, and a short, frail, but middle-aged man with brilliant hair walked out holding a black vine cane. He glanced at the dirty ground around him, frowned and waved the cane:
"Donate one million to the London City Hall tomorrow and let them renovate the ground around here. Such dirty roads are full of holes, making it very inconvenient for citizens to travel... Remember, when donating, you must at least have
Twenty reporters were present!”
A bald man nodded respectfully and responded: "Yes, boss, your good deeds will soon spread throughout Europe! Your generosity is comparable to the saints of the Holy See!"
"Yeah!" The man nodded with satisfaction. He glanced at the ascetic monk who was forced to move in the corner by his subordinates, and snorted dissatisfied. The cane lightly tapped the bald man's shoulder, and he whispered
Said: "How many times have I told you? Keep a low profile, you must keep a low profile! How can you treat a group of devout believers like this?"
Taking unhurried square steps, the man walked up to the ascetic monk who was leading the team, smiled brightly at him, and bowed to him seriously. "I'm sorry, dear monk, I'm sorry.
I apologize for the brutality and rudeness of my subordinates! I will teach them a lesson when I go back!"
He straightened up, rummaged in his pocket for a while, took out a checkbook, and signed a cash check for two million in a few clicks.
Not allowing the other party to refuse, he forcibly handed the check to the ascetic monk who led the team. He hugged the slightly bald monk leader's shoulders affectionately, pulled him over and showed a bright smile. The flash clicked.
Flashing by, I captured this scene just right - the serious monk, the smiling man, and the unique purple and gold cash check of the Commonwealth Bank.
As soon as the photo was taken, the man left the stunned ascetic monk behind and wiped his palms vigorously on his pants in front of others. He calmly ordered: "Send this photo to The Times tomorrow.
Try to get a masthead for the second issue, saying that the devout Black Jack boss is donating money to the orphans in the Vatican Orphanage on the street."
The pretty woman holding the camera smiled and winked at Black Jack, twisting her slender waist charmingly: "I understand, boss! Your kind deeds are enough to move Heavenly Father to bless you!"
Black Jack pretended to make a sign of the cross on his chest, then pulled out the Jade Bodhisattva hanging on a red silk rope from his collar and kissed it. Blinking his eyes, Black Jack was stunned and hurriedly stuffed the Jade Bodhisattva into his arms.
He took out another silver silk rope, but hanging on it was a jade-carved Tai Chi diagram. He snorted dissatisfiedly, and made a cross on his chest again, stuffed the Tai Chi diagram back into his arms, and took out another
He pulled out a thin white silk thread and kissed the sterling silver cross hanging on the thread with great piety.
More than two dozen superpowers looked up at the sky, seeming to be studying why there were no thunderclouds in the sky and a bolt of lightning struck their boss to death.
"Almighty Lord, have mercy on us poor lambs!" Black Jack shook his head with compassion and stuffed the cross back into his arms.
With a fierce wave of his hand, Black Jack rushed into an alley on the side of the road with more than 20 superpowers and nearly a hundred strong men, and ran for hundreds of meters like a group of crazy wild dogs, arriving at a
At the door opening of the dilapidated old apartment. The old man guarding the concierge saw this menacing group of people rushing over. He was about to press the alarm button, but Black Jack had already rushed over at once, shouting "Ouch!"
A cane hit the old man hard on the face.
The old man screamed miserably. He fell to the ground holding his cheek that was torn with a deep bloody gash, and his body twitched rapidly.
Black Jack kicked the old man hard several times and cursed angrily: "Damn old man, I hate you guys who cause trouble for me! Can't you be better behaved?"
He casually took out a wad of bills and threw them on the old man. Black Jack turned around and rushed towards the door. But just a few meters away, he ran back again, picked up half of the bills thrown beside the old man and put them back. He muttered
Gudi complained: "This minor injury can be fixed with a few hundred yuan at most. Although I am rich, I can't waste it carelessly. I will leave you two thousand... no... I will leave you one thousand and fifteen, which is enough for you."
Let’s heal your wounds and buy some delicious nutritional supplements to replenish your body!”
Black Jack carefully counted the banknotes he had picked up, and then worriedly put his fingers into his mouth, dipped his fingers in his saliva, counted them twice carefully, and then stuffed the banknotes back into his pocket with satisfaction.
The cane waved fiercely, and Black Jack shouted loudly: "Brothers, come on!"
A group of people rushed into the apartment building aggressively, went straight to the 228th floor through the elevator, and finally arrived in front of an apartment door.
Black Jack scolded with a sullen face. A superhuman with a height of more than two meters and a muscular body grunted. He pressed his hands on the apartment's security door and directly opened the three-inch thick pure steel security door.
The wall was torn off. With a "boom", a small piece of the wall near the door frame collapsed, a burst of dust flew, and Black Jack rushed in quickly with his men.
"Oh my God!" In a single-room apartment with a length and width of no more than five meters, on two mattresses stacked together, a handsome brown-haired man with oily hair and a pink face was entangled with a pretty green-haired woman, and they were in high spirits.
The most primitive reproduction activity of mankind was carried out. The security door was violently removed, and the bodies of the man and the woman were violently separated. The brown-haired man reached out to grab the automatic rifle placed beside the mattress, but a big foot had already grabbed it.
Before, he stepped hard on the automatic rifle.
With a 'click', the automatic rifle sank deeply into the floor. The brown-haired man raised his head in despair and screamed: "Oh my god, boss... no, no..."
Black Jack rushed up with a sullen face. He waved his vine cane and slapped the brown-haired man hard on the lower body.
A harsh sound broke through the air, and the brown-haired man let out a mournful cry, holding his lower body tightly with both hands and twitching.
The green-haired woman screamed at the top of her lungs. She swayed her naked body in fear, trying to find a place to hide. But where could she hide in an apartment provided by the federal government at a low price? She was on the mattress.
After spinning around a few times, he knelt down on the ground and hugged Black Jack's thigh with all his strength.
"Oh my god, my dearest boss, have you finally come to rescue me?" A smile forced itself onto the green-haired woman's pretty face, and she rubbed her face flatteringly against Black Jack's thigh.
"Rescue you? Oh, no, dear Jennifer, although I still remember your beautiful body, but I am here this time to rescue my money!" Black Jack stroked Jennifer's face and smiled at her
He smiled and said: "Where is my money? You damn..., my money! The 750 million cash I asked you to take charge of!"
Jennifer's body was shaking violently, and she looked at Black Jack in horror.
Black Jack waved his cane and hit Jennifer all over her body. The crisp sound was heard continuously, and Jennifer's body was soon covered with dazzling bloodstains horizontally and vertically. It didn't take long for the bloodstains on her body to gradually crack.
When it opened, black blood flowed out. Jennifer screamed in pain and rolled crazily on the ground, but the small room was crowded with people. No matter where she rolled, she could not escape Black Jack's grasp.
hit.
Black Jack roared at the top of his lungs, and roared: "My money! Jennifer! My money! My money! My money!"
"You can deceive my feelings, you can play with my body, but you can't steal my money! My money, my money, my money!" Black Jack stamped his feet angrily, thrashing and hissing crazily.
Jennifer screamed, and he roared loudly: "You can destroy my soul, you can destroy my body, you can destroy my faith, you can destroy my honor, it doesn't matter, I don't value these...
But you can’t touch my money! You know what? That’s my money!”
With a 'pop' sound, the tough mountain vine cane broke into two pieces. Black Jack screamed and kicked Jennifer in the chest. He kicked her up and fell on the mattress.
After breathing heavily for a while, Black Jack, whose right arm was weak and sore, weakly turned to the brown-haired man who was holding his lower body in his hands and twitching on the mattress. He sneered and tilted his head. The man was as strong as a bear and was carrying a
The person with supernatural powers holding a security door strode up and lifted the brown-haired man up by his hair.
Jealousy swept across the brown-haired man's toned figure, especially his angular eight-pack abs. Black Jack instinctively touched his soft and sagging belly, and angrily spat in the man's face:
"Damn guy, you can seduce my women, I don't care; you can seduce them as you like, I don't care at all; but you shouldn't seduce Jennifer and steal my money! If you just seduce her and run away with her,
I'll even give you a few boxes of condoms, but you shouldn't take my money!"
Black Jack stretched out his right hand, and a subordinate immediately handed him a large, lit cigar. Black Jack grinned and took a few puffs of the cigar, trying hard to make the end of the cigar red and shiny, and then fiercely
He firmly pressed the cigarette butt on the brown-haired man's lower body.