Mike pushed Chen Nan away, sat in the car, started the engine, and kicked the accelerator. The rear wheels of the car immediately made a sharp friction sound, and the dust on the ground also rose up.
Blockbuster.
The rope behind the car stretched instantly, and the house creaked and groaned.
"Oh my god, you are a madman! Mike! Madman!" The tennis coach started to get scared. After cursing, he ran directly downstairs because the balcony was about to be towered!
"Mike, you will pay the price. I am just a tennis coach. How can this house be mine? Haha." The tennis coach's wanton laughter actually came from the house, as if he had been succeeded. At this time, Mike
Don't care at all, just press the accelerator to the bottom.
Under the repeated groans of the house, finally, the load-bearing supports under the house could no longer bear it and collapsed suddenly. More than half of the building of a villa was turned into ruins, and all kinds of wooden boards fell down.
A large cloud of dust rose into the sky, and Mike also stopped accelerating and motioned for Chen Nan to get in the car. This was enough. In fact, Mike was a little scared in his heart. This house was indeed not something that this tennis coach could own, but this was enough to make tennis more comfortable.
The coach had a drink.
After Chen Nan got in the car, Mike drove back to the city.
"I might get into trouble. If you don't want to cause trouble, you can leave now. Where are you from? Japan, Bangzi Country? Or Singapore?" Mike asked as he drove.
Chen Nan chuckled and said: "You are from China, you have only been in Los Santos for a few days, and you met Franklin. He said you need help?"
The system in my mind scanned Mike, and all of Mike's data came out.
Michael De Santa
Nationality: American.
Occupation: Former bank robber, film maker, producer, criminal.
Residence area: Rockford Hills mansion.
Mike used to be a robber who robbed a bank. Later, Jinpenwashi made a deal with the FIB and became a tainted witness of the FIB. Due to family conflicts, Mike could only drink alone at home, and no one understood him.
The pain in his heart. Mike said that he actually wanted to be a good father and love his family, but things went against his wishes. Mike's children were in a rebellious period and did not understand their father, which led to frequent quarrels between them. Mike's status in the family gradually declined.
I was isolated and had an affair.
In terms of crime, Mike can quickly make the right decision within a few seconds and is the authority in deciding the overall plan in the early planning of large-scale robberies. Mike is good at using firearms for precise shooting, driving land vehicles and aircraft, and performing assassinations.
When he was young, Mike used to be a rugby player, so he maintained good endurance. Due to physical reasons, his physical strength was poor.
"Help, what kind of help do I need? My son plays games every day and hangs out with his friends. My daughter hangs out in nightclubs every day and participates in some abnormal damn TV shows. My wife, you've seen it too,
So, you can't help me." Mike drove the car and quickly arrived at his home.
The wife has already left, her daughter doesn’t go to school and has gone to who knows where, and her son is playing games in the room, the sound is very loud, the whole villa can hear the sound.
"Jimmy!" This is Mike's son. "Can you lower your damn voice! Also, can you go out for a walk and do some exercise? Don't stay at home all the time!" Mike shouted angrily,
He was already in a bad mood, and now his attitude towards speaking was even worse.
"Oh, don't block me, get out of my room and go to your own room to masturbate in front of the TV!" Jimmy didn't pay attention to what Mike said at all. He didn't even look at Mike. Even Mike didn't look like him.
It's his father!
"Damn you, you have the guts to repeat what you just said!" Mike got angry and walked in front of the monitor to block it.
"Go to my room quickly, you're blocking me!" Jimmy took off his headphones and roared.
"Damn you little bastard!" Mike yelled, then picked up a chair next to him and slammed it on the monitor!
"Bang!" The monitor made a crisp sound, and the screen flashed twice, then turned black, and there was a burst of black smoke and an unpleasant smell...
"What are you doing! You bastard, Mom is right, you haven't changed at all! You actually broke my monitor!" Jimmy was angry, but he was still a little scared, and his words felt a little incoherent.
Mike looked at Jimmy, "I paid for it anyway!"
Jimmy just waited for Mike, unable to say a word. "You are a madman!"
Then he rushed out the door.
This is the third time today that I have been called a "madman". The first time was my wife Amanda, the second time was that damn tennis coach, and the third time was my son!
Mike didn't go after his son. He needed to calm down. What happened to his life?
Chen Nan walked up to Mike and said, "Your life is not very satisfactory."
"So what, why don't you leave! Do you need me to fix you up?" Now, Mike was like a wild beast, biting whoever he caught.
Just when Chen Nan was about to speak, gunfire rang out from the bottom of the building!
"Da da da..." There was a series of gunshots. Mike had always been a career criminal and was more sensitive to gunshots than Chen Nan. He ran downstairs immediately. Fortunately, his children and wife were not at home.
But he himself was knocked down by the gang.
There were many people in the yard, and Franklin, who was wearing black clothes, was also there. Could it be that he came to see Mike and happened to bump into these people?
When Chen Nan went downstairs, Mike already had an extra bag on his head.
"Mike, you actually have guests at home, but listen up, you just damaged my house! Does the Mafia know? You actually have the guts to destroy my house. Are you looking for death? And you
!" The man slapped the tennis coach behind him on the face.
Chen Nan looked carefully and saw that there were many wounds on the tennis coach's face and body. To be honest, if you didn't look carefully, you really couldn't tell that this guy was actually the previous tennis coach.
He had been beaten almost beyond recognition.
"You bastard, how dare you touch my wife! How brave you are! How do you think you should compensate me?" the middle-aged man said, looking at the trembling tennis coach.
"I have nothing. I am a liar. I can keep working for you for the rest of my life. Please let me go." The tennis coach's voice was full of panic.
