"You bitch, stand down." How could she have such a beautiful woman and such a strong subordinate, and she would not change her composure in the face of threats to her life.
Obama has only met a handful of people like this in his life, and these people are all outstanding among them.
Obama has been able to dominate Withers for more than 20 years, not only because of his ruthlessness, but also because of his sharp eyes.
Who can be provoked and who cannot be provoked? Who looks honest and honest, but dares to risk his life with a knife when provoked? Who looks bullish, but turns out to be like a grandson in a fight. You beat him today
After a while, he will pretend to be awesome, open his mouth and shut up and fight with you, but then turn around and coerce you to bully him. Some people hold back and let you beat and scold them. If they look for an opportunity later, they will kill you.
Obama didn't dare to say that he could see through all these things at a glance, but he could tell 89 times out of 10. Dongchen's performance just now was something Obama had only seen in the battle of destiny every ten years.
Wait! The battle of destiny!
The cold sweat that poured out instantly soaked his clothes, and the breeze blew by, making his whole body cold.
Obama was trembling, frightened by his own thoughts. Although the battle of destiny had nothing to do with civilian gangsters like him, and he was not qualified to pay attention to it, it did not prevent Obama from understanding it.
He carefully looked at Dongchen and his entourage, and looked at the motorcycle that was so impressive at first sight. Obama regretted it so much, why was he so obsessed with lust for a moment?
Thinking about the new round of the battle of destiny that will come in half a year, Obama swallowed with great difficulty and quickly bowed deeply: "Excuse me, are you here to participate in the battle of destiny?"
"The Battle of Destiny?" Dongchen looked at the gangster leader in front of him with a nonchalant expression, and said calmly: "Explain the information about the Battle of Destiny, and don't let me know that you lied to me, otherwise..."
Cluck...cluck...
Inexplicably flying into the air, the rusty knife fell to the ground. The gangster holding the knife's eyes bulged out of his sockets, and he looked at Dongchen with a pleading expression. His whole face was black and purple, and he was about to die. But his hand was still tightly held.
He continued to exert force, and it seemed that it was not finished until he strangled himself to death.
The gangsters stared at their companions in the air with expressionless expressions. They didn't dare to move, their faces were pale and they were swallowing saliva.
"Sir, Gouzi is just a gangster. Please, please forgive me..."
Click!
The sound of light fractures reached their ears, and the gangsters froze up. They looked at their accomplices who fell from the air in horror, and when they heard the muffled sound of "thumb!" falling to the ground, their hearts tightened.
"You... are not qualified to negotiate terms."
There was no sadness or joy in his plain voice, and he stared at Obama silently. The expressionless Dongchen seemed to have done something insignificant.
Feeling the gaze on him, Obama lowered his head tremblingly, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger. But when he raised his head, his face was calm, and only a little bit of despair showed deep in his eyes: "Sir, what do you say?
That's right, I really am not qualified to negotiate terms with you. I'm just a gangster."
A gust of sea breeze blew through his clothes, and Obama hunched over, as if he had aged ten years suddenly.
"Don't talk nonsense." Looking away from the gangster leader, Dongchen pointed his fingertips in boredom and said calmly.
"Yes!" With a slight response, Obama's body became even lower: "I don't know exactly when the Battle of Destiny will begin. I only know that it will be held every ten years. At that time, an island will randomly appear on the sea.
You can get a key through the above test, and you can use this key to see God through the teleportation array on the island."
"god?"
Looking at each other in disbelief, Christina and Avril's eyes were full of disbelief and doubt. The kings scratched their heads and wanted to take action with their sticks. They felt that the gangster leader was just fooling around.
Bergobold and Bujie, who got out of the car in time, stopped them.
"What god are you talking about?" Bujie proclaimed the Buddha's name and swayed to Dongchen's side.
Raising his head with enthusiasm, expectation, and full of hope, Obama looked yearning, not at all frightened by Bujie's terrifying appearance: "If you make a wish to God, you will get everything."
"everything?"
Glancing disdainfully, Dongchen shook his head sarcastically, losing interest in the so-called battle of fate.
Get everything?
"I want to resurrect the dead, turn back time, and turn the sea into mulberry fields. Can God do it?"
Looking at Dongchen blankly, Obama said: "I don't know, God never directly realizes people's wishes, but gives people the strength to realize their wishes."
The interest he had just lost was revived. Dongchen grabbed Obama by the neck and lifted him into the air. The energy of the blue soul mutated again, and the dark red blood evil energy came out of his body, and his eyes were filled with black electric sparks.
Direct flash: "Tell me, what's going on?"
A person who usually looked like an ordinary person suddenly turned into such a terrifying appearance in front of him. Obama swallowed hard and struggled with both hands to pry Dongchen's hand away, but he couldn't use any strength.
"If you pinch him again, he will die."
After hearing the gentle words, Dongchen closed his eyes and regained his composure, then threw Obama away.
Bump! He fell to the ground, coughing and sucking in air. Obama, who was lying on the ground, nodded gratefully to Christina, and stood up with a grateful heart: "Thank you... thank you."
Without even looking at this ugly guy, Christina threw Obama on the back of the head, picked up Annie and pulled Avril back to the car.
"You only have one chance. Don't let me know that you are telling lies. There are still many living people here."
His calm eyes slowly scanned the crowd, and a few of the pale-faced gangsters were so frightened that they peed their pants.
The stinky smell floated far away in the wind, but no one dared to speak.
"Don't embarrass them. Even if they know, they don't know much." Perhaps it was another trip between life and death that made Obama completely look away. The arrogance that had been worn away by his gangster career for more than 20 years actually came out: "
I will tell you everything I know, and I can be your guide if you need it. But please let them go, they are just a bunch of poor people."
"Don't forget what happened just now, you... are not qualified." Dong Chen's face turned cold. This gangster leader was very ignorant. Maybe he should be replaced by someone else. Dong Chen didn't believe that in a big city, only one person knew the news about the Battle of Destiny.
Such a gangster leader who has no place on the stage.
"This is not a threat or a condition, it is just my request." Sighing and glancing at the dead dog, Obama slowly raised his head and looked into Dongchen's eyes, which were calm and sincere.
Staring deeply at the gangster leader who suddenly changed his aura in front of him, after a moment, Dong Chen nodded slightly.
"Thank you." He bowed deeply and sighed with longing. Obama looked into the distance with a disappointed and self-deprecating look: "Every ten years, the person who wins the battle of destiny will be granted fulfillment by the Lord God according to his wishes.
The ability to wish. The ability given to everyone by the Lord God is not the same, but as long as it is used properly, it will be successful."
"Sounds... seems very interesting." Dong Chen raised the corner of his mouth slightly with an evil smile, which frightened a group of gangsters who were already unable to stand up straight and collapsed.