The sentry said smoothly: "Yes, Black Robe, we all saw it clearly, didn't we?" He turned his head and looked at his companions, only to find that the companions behind him took a step back involuntarily. When he turned around
When he was walking, he found that his neck felt hot, and then his eyes began to blur. He subconsciously dropped the grab and wiped his neck with his hands. He found that it was already damp and hot. He knew that it was not sweat!
"You know, sometimes it's not a good thing for people to know too much!" said the Black Shadow Sentinel.
The basement is already brightly lit, or rather, the underground square is already brightly lit. In the center of the square, there are piles of things as large as a hill, covered with a curtain. The surrounding area is already filled with densely packed heads, with tattoos all over their bodies and hands in their hands.
Holding all kinds of weapons, these are new weapons that can only be seen by the army, so this group of gangsters are very excited, and the sound of playing with firearms has become loud. In a corner room of the square, the man in black robe is
Watch all this with surveillance.
The blond-haired No. 1 still wore a mask and stood respectfully behind the man in black robe.
No. 1, you did a good job this time. I originally wanted you to command the ship, but No. 7 made a mistake this time! The man in black robe is obviously an old ghost.
"Old ghost, I have never let you down!" No. 1 replied respectfully.
"Very good, let the bosses come in!" The old ghost stretched out his gloved hand and placed it on the table. The glove was still black.
Yes! No. 1 went out for a while and came back soon.
Kitley, Alert, and several big guys from the Wild Wolf Gang walked in, but they just looked at the old ghost's back and stopped. Maybe he didn't know it before, but through the method of No. 1 unifying the army,
, he knew the old ghost’s strength, and the pile of things in the middle was really exciting.
The old ghost knew that a group of gangsters had walked in, so he did not look back, but asked: "Are these your capable men?"
Kitli said flatteringly: "Yes, they have followed us from life to death, and they have come under a hail of bullets. They are absolutely reliable to me!"
"Really!" The old ghost waved his hand, and Kitli's fat body fell down crookedly. No. 1 wiped his bloody hand with a handkerchief: "Do you know, these people now belong to the organization, they are us
,Understand!"
Several high-profile bosses looked at Kitli, who had turned his head aside, and their legs began to tremble, and they were too nervous to speak.
The old ghost continued: "Okay, No. 1, don't kill people randomly, this will make the gentlemen nervous!" Then he immediately turned around and shouted: "No. 7, you come out, I don't know why you did your best this time.
Mistake, but I know you must have your reasons!"
On one side of the room, No. 7 slowly walked out. He was still wearing wide sunglasses, his chest was straight, and his hands were attached. When he saw No. 7's posture, No. 1's eyes flashed.
But the old ghost didn't care: "Go ahead, lead these big guys, and use your speaking skills in the army!"
No. 7 knew that the old ghost had his back to him, but still said nothing. Then he nodded, opened the door and walked out. Several bosses felt their thighs cramping and walked out of the room where a corpse was already lying.
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"Everyone, be quiet!" Facing his men, Alert stretched out his hands and shouted loudly.
The gangsters who were playing with firearms seemed to be well-trained and immediately stopped their movements. At this time, following Alert's cry, No. 7 had already stood on the small square and made a splashing sound.
No. 7 pushed up his sunglasses, looked around and said, "Do you have money?"
Everyone didn't know what was going on, but they all knew that this person must have a very important position in the newly established gang, so they all answered unevenly: "No!"
"Okay, now I'll give you a chance to make a fortune!" After saying this, No. 7 jumped down and pulled the curtain. With a crash, a hill, or a hill made of gold nuggets, appeared in front of everyone.
The crowd immediately became excited, and some people even started touching the gold bricks.
"Da da da..." Alert used the machine gun to stop everyone's movements very well. With the sound of the machine gun, everyone became quiet again.
No. 7 stood on the gold bricks and continued to shout: "Did you see it? This is wealth. Not just these, it's all here. You are the elite of the gang. You have gone through countless life and death. I don't know for whom, but you have to know now.
, you are doing it for yourselves, you are not here to play with your weapons, but to do something earth-shattering. You will become heroes, you will gain wealth, immigrate overseas stably, and get a prosperous life!
"
The crowd began to boil again, because what No. 7 said was indeed true, and wealth was right in front of them.
No. 7 waved his hand. The appeal of wealth is indeed useful at any time, and the crowd immediately fell silent.
No. 7 continued: "Perhaps, you are muttering in your hearts that it is some earth-shattering event. Now I tell you, it is to complete a task, and this task is to go to war with the government troops. Those who can survive can get here.
Take as much wealth as you can, and go wherever you want. I think you often go to war with other gangs and drug lords for gang business. They are more terrifying than Mainz's army, so,
Now you have nothing to fear!"
There was no uproar in the crowd this time. Indeed, compared to the army in Mainz, these people who often fought for gangs through life and death were nothing, but that would mean offending the entire country. Now they were silent, and some people put their guns in their hands.
His mouth dropped, but his eyes reluctantly glanced at the pile of gold behind No. 7.
No. 7 smiled slightly, took out a long roll of paper from his body, and threw it on the ground with a clatter: "This is the list of your family members. You haven't given them anything while you are alive. Do you still want to be an unjust ghost after you die?"
Everything you have done is just for them. If you think about it ten thousand times, now you have struggled all your life and you can't let them get so much wealth. This is the address you filled in when you signed up. If it is not wrong, after learning that you
On the third day after death, they will receive a top-up of 2 million US dollars plus an insurance premium of 500,000. You know what 2 million means!
The crowd began to retreat, giving No. 7 a big stage, and then everyone started to shout. Indeed, they were originally people on the fringes of society. In Mainz, the law serves the rich, and they don't care at all.
Care, sell drugs, watch the show in bars, almost everyone has a murder case, fight for the gang for a lifetime, and you will never get that much money, so why not fight to be rich now?
Looking at the monitor, the old ghost smiled: "He uses both soft and hard tactics. No. 7 is indeed a good publicity expert!"
No. 1 stood behind the old ghost, crossed his arms, and snorted coldly: "Children's stuff."
After the promotion, amid the bustle of people, No. 7 sat down at the foot of Jinshan Mountain, looked at the surveillance camera, and silently muttered: "Chen Cao, it's your turn to perform on the stage!"