A man with big muscles and a round waist, two meters tall, and exaggerated muscles like a wrestler was loading bottles of drinks into the trunk of the taxi.
In the early hours of yesterday morning, he received a call from a woman, saying that McConaughey had been arrested and that he would now be solely responsible for investing in the cold drink shop.
This man's name is Tank, and as his name suggests, even without using any vision, his thick fist can make a big dent in the car door.
He wore an oversized vest, didn't add any clothes even in early winter, had an old-fashioned round shave, and had a very kind face.
"Fuck, I won't watch Terminator 7 without you."
His partner was a slightly thinner man with long hippie-like hair, smoking a cigar, and wearing glasses. He had the demeanor of a gentle scum named Rocket.
Both of them are taxi drivers and both are Class B infected persons.
"Do you know how to register a company and have a business license?"
Tank recalled the phone call last night and roughly guessed what happened. McConaughey was restricted from freedom for some reason, but he controlled the thoughts of the people around him through his ability. That's why the current situation happened. The action must continue.
Go down, only in this way can the Countermeasures Bureau's suspicion of him be alleviated.
Maybe the most dangerous place is the safest place?
"Idiot, if I knew how to do it, I wouldn't have to come out to kill people and steal goods."
Rocket's quality was extremely low. He chewed betel nut, adjusted his glasses frame, produced black and red betel nut liquid from his mouth, sprayed it on the ground, and even rubbed it with his shoe a few times.
"I heard it's very simple, just go to the website and click a few times."
Tank thought deeply.
"If you want a hammer license, you just need a gun. A gun is the best license."
Rocket was so lazy that he watched from the side and did not help to carry the drinks. Tank was doing it alone. According to McConaughey's instructions, every bottle of drink was dripped with that magical liquid. As long as he found a way to let the people of Liberty City
Just drink it all.
"Well, it's different. The trading place is in a very public place, and a license is required."
"Call and ask the company's accountant to take care of it."
"By the way, I asked him to allocate some money to me to buy a store."
"Get everything done today."
Tank thinks that if he buys a new store and renovates it now, everyone in McConaughey might be dead by then, so he can buy a ready-made cold drink store at a relatively favorable purchase price, and just change the light box and signboard.
By the way, find those postpartum groups that have no jobs. It would be best to let these women become employees. First, give them a bottle of this mind-controlling drink and let them secretly add some ingredients while working.
It's okay to let these robbers and gangsters in the company drive. After all, taxi driving is a pretty casual job, but if you let these people work as store clerks, let alone anyone coming to drink, the note will light up.
"Don't talk to me like you're ordering your subordinates, okay?"
"The people I've killed, the crematorium's furnace isn't even big enough to hold them, right?"
"At least two more branches are coming."
Rocket threw the still-lit cigar everywhere, and dropped it on the sidewalk. It almost landed on a child. The father holding the child's hand looked at him fiercely.
"Where are you looking at your mother?"
Rocket put his hand into his coat pocket. There was a gun in his pocket. The gun-shaped outline of the bulge frightened the father and son, and they quickly took his child and left.
"Calm down."
"The security work in Liberty City is pretty good now."
"Los Angeles has learned a lesson from the past. It cannot be ruled out that there are soldiers in civilian clothes everywhere."
Tank analyzed calmly.
"Fuck, I've told you everything."
"You make the call yourself, don't fucking come looking for me."
The Rockets don't buy McConaughey's fault, he just followed another top cadre.
The tradition of SCT is to send two top cadres to carry out local operations. In Liberty City, McConaughey is one, and the other is the Big Brother of the Rockets. He just knows nothing about business strategies, so he can only look at McConaughey bitterly.
Put on a show and wait until a tough battle comes before taking action.
Tank was speechless and had to call someone in the company to solve the problem.
After finishing this matter.
The two of them were driving around Liberty City. Rocket was in a good mood while driving, and a little yellow song with a loud voice was playing on the car radio.
Tank, on the other hand, was looking for postpartum mutual aid groups on his mobile phone. Some women are at risk of postpartum depression after giving birth, and are at a loss when they suddenly become mothers. They need a certain degree of psychological guidance, as well as some advice on raising children.
Basic knowledge.
To Tank's surprise, he discovered something quite serious. McConaughey did not consider it carefully because it was his first time coming to the Free Alliance, so he didn't know much about the situation here.
However, it is understandable that if it were not for special circumstances, no one would have the time to pay attention to those postpartum mutual aid groups.
Tank discovered that these mutual aid societies were all located in relatively high-end communities. They were also from the petty bourgeoisie and had relatively considerable incomes. This was the loophole in the plan.
Isn't it a joke to let these little rich women work as cold drink shop clerks? The Countermeasures Bureau will definitely find out the clues soon, follow the clues, look for the registration information, and catch them all.
What exactly causes it?
Tank thought, logically speaking, this kind of mutual assistance would be cost-free. After all, there are no fancy courses, and no financial strength is needed.
"Um……"
Tank thought he had found the truth. Perhaps it was due to the decline in the fertility rate. The number of people at the bottom who gave birth to children was not enough, far lower than these little rich women, and the balance was slowly becoming unbalanced.
"Let's go and find a pregnant woman with a score of 8, oh!"
Rocket was so excited that he happened to have some fainting drugs in his pocket.
"It's so exciting. Where are these mutual aid groups for new mothers? You searched for them for a long time and couldn't find them?"
Rocket thinks that the tank's IQ is not as low as usual, and he can't even understand how to use a mobile phone.
"We're not going, we have to find another group."
Tank held his chin, his thoughtful look incompatible with his Terminator-like appearance.
"Hold!"
"Why?"
"I abstained from sex last night just for today."
Rocket wants to kill people.
Tank told him his judgment and talked a lot. Rocket adjusted his glasses and didn't understand at all.
"Why are you pretending to be a college student?"
"If you can't stand up, please don't give me any excuses."
Rocket was stiff-necked, but he knew what the fuss was about. The mission was urgent, and the people above him were furious. His own head was not strong enough.
"Do you know of any groups that don't have bad backgrounds and don't have jobs?"
Tank asked.
"Um... does a street girl who has never been caught count?"
Rocket was talking casually, but actually he couldn't hold back his anger and was subconsciously speaking.
Tank thought for a while, then looked at him with admiration.
"Maybe... you are really a genius."
The tanks let the rockets drive to the red light district on the edge of the city. This is a semi-legal thing in Liberty City. As long as it is set up in a designated area, it will be fine. If women who have fallen behind are re-employed, they may be a...feminist.
