In the small lounge converted from the basement, several men were currently surrounding the addict who had been fed a new type of drug.
This guy's body was still skinny, but under the entanglement of several big men, he burst out with strength that was unmatched by just a few of them. His condition seemed to be very good, and even his reactions became extremely fast.
The bosses who were doing this were amazed to see that this wrestling match had lasted for more than ten minutes.
In the end, the drug addict suddenly lost strength and fell directly to the ground, seemingly falling asleep.
"This guy is just a beast!" A big man returned to his boss, touched his shoulder with his hand, and was bitten with a wound.
The blond woman in sunglasses stood up and said, "Everyone, how do you feel about its effect?"
It was still the bald man holding a cigar between his teeth, frowning and saying in a deep voice, "What's going on with this guy now?"
He asked, pointing to the drug addict who collapsed on the ground.
The blond woman in sunglasses said calmly: "He still has consciousness now, but he is just trapped in wild thoughts. Due to the effect of the drug, his mental activity index has far exceeded the nerve reflex, so his brain can only close all functions of the body.
The conductor, while his own consciousness fell into crazy excitement, perhaps, he was feeling real bliss."
"This is what you said too, why should I believe it?"
The blond woman with sunglasses said indifferently: "I will give you some test products for the goods here. Whether the effect is good or not, you can go back and find someone to test it yourself. Of course, you can also directly choose to cooperate with me now and become our cooperation
For me, time is money and money is king."
The scene was silent, and no one was the first to stand up.
A suspicious voice suddenly came from the corner, "In the past two days, a kind of 'zombie bath salt' has appeared in St. Paul... Could it be this kind of thing? After eating that thing, it will
It makes people crazy and can bite people. It is said that several people have died after taking it."
The blond woman with sunglasses smiled and said: "I would like to ask, among the many drugs currently on the market, which one is not dangerous in case of overdose?"
This is the truth. There is no drug in history that does not bear a heavy debt of blood.
"I'm sorry, I just run a casino and have no interest in this aspect." A woman in her thirties suddenly stood up and said, "I'm not interested in such a deal. The five hundred thousand you sent is here. I'll give it back."
you."
She asked her men to take out wads of banknotes, put them on the table, and left with her people.
The blond woman with sunglasses seemed unmoved. The woman who put down the money led her three men and pushed out the door. However, not long after, several screams suddenly came from outside.
Everyone's expressions changed slightly. Someone quickly opened the door and took a look. The woman and her men had already fallen outside... dead.
This moment angered the dangerous elements present. They all pulled out their guns, and the narrow lounge suddenly became tense.
"Miss, isn't your approach too overbearing? Or do you really think that just because of you, we will be afraid of you?" A sneer came.
The blond woman with sunglasses suddenly sat down, crossed her legs, and poured her a glass of sake. She smiled and said: "I just give you time to think about it, but I don't give you the right to refuse. In addition, maybe you have enough bullets to shoot.
Kill me, but unfortunately, I am just an agent. After I die, many people like me will appear. But on the contrary, you may not necessarily."
"Are you threatening us?" Another sneered voice said, "I was scared!"
Bang!
As soon as he finished saying this, he suddenly fell to the ground, and a blood hole appeared directly on his forehead. But neither the woman with blond hair and sunglasses in front of him nor her four men moved.
"By the way, I forgot to tell you, I have arranged five sniper rifles outside." The woman took a sip of sake.
"You killed my eldest brother? I killed you! Bitch!"
It was the brother of the man who had just been shot. He drew his gun and roared. But his gun was shot down instantly, and a bullet hit his forehead.
"Green Scorpion." The blond woman with sunglasses put down her cup and said softly: "One of our gunmen."
When Green Scorpion first heard this name, the faces of everyone present changed drastically.
Boss Boston, who was planning to get involved, was extremely nervous at this time. He looked at Boss Lanqi next to him in horror and asked quickly: "Who is the Green Scorpion?"
"He is the number one gunman in the underground assassination community in South America. Legend has it that he is a terrifying guy who can use a sniper as a pistol..."
Boss Boston subconsciously touched the pistol hidden under his clothes, and couldn't help but feel despair.
Behind this blond woman with sunglasses, there is probably an unimaginable amount of power... This power is enough to wipe out everyone present.
In the gray world, the other party is like a great white shark, and they are just reminding a slightly larger fish.
"How to sell these goods...?"
"Two hundred and fifty dollars per gram." The blond woman with sunglasses said calmly.
"This is even four times the price of the highest purity heroin!" roared the voice.
The woman looked at him and said, "Sir, what did you just say? I didn't hear it. Can you repeat it?"
“Hahaha, this price is good!”
Another big guy next to the man walked out with a laugh. He walked to the box and picked up one of the packages. "The higher the purchase price, the higher the selling price... I want three
Kilograms of goods, right?”
"Give me two kilograms first."
"That's 1.5 kilograms. I just bought a batch of goods last month and I don't have that much liquidity on hand."
Seeing each boss transfer money to the account provided by the blonde woman, and then taking the corresponding amount from the other party's hand, Boston couldn't help but stare.
Boston's delay in moving finally caught the attention of the blond woman with sunglasses. She looked at Boston and said calmly: "It seems that this gentleman is still thinking about it?"
Boston looked around and saw that everyone's eyes were focused on him. He swallowed his saliva and said nervously: "I, can I only have two hundred grams..."
"Two hundred grams?" The blond woman with sunglasses couldn't help but be startled.
Boss Boston could only say: "It's not that I don't want to buy more, it's just that I really don't have that much money..."
"He's just a little gangster. He's just been around for a short time, and he doesn't even have his own territory." Boss Lan Qi suddenly spoke up at this time, as if he was going to help, "I actually called him here to see the world.
, so I’m afraid it wasn’t on your invitation letter at first.”
Boston immediately cast a grateful look.
"Do you have your own sales channel?" The blond woman in sunglasses suddenly asked again.
The Boston boss said quickly: "We are all mobile at the moment. Basically, our sales targets are students in school. We have sales channels in schools. In addition, there are also people who like to go to nightclubs..."
"This way..." The blond woman with sunglasses nodded, "This way, there is a kilogram here, you take it back first, and you will pay me the next time you owe me the goods. Don't try to run away, we can find you.
of."
"I know, I know..." Boss Boston nervously accepted the portion on credit, his smile uglier than his tears.
"Happy cooperation." The blond woman in sunglasses raised her glass to everyone.
…
After twelve o'clock, only the blond woman with sunglasses and a few of her men were left in the small lounge.
"Get rid of this guy." She waved her hand at this time and asked people to take the drug addict who was used as an experiment away, while she was left here alone.
The woman took off her sunglasses, put down her braided hair, and then made a phone call, "Father, it's me, Kesini...the first step has been completed."
"Thank you for your hard work. Let's go back, take a good bath and have a rest. We will be busy next time."
In a high-end apartment far away from this small lounge, St. Fran walked naked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and the phone he had just turned off was left on the big bed.
On the bed, two young women with hot bodies were making love.
Suddenly, the two women on the bed climbed down at the same time, like domesticated cats, came to St. Franc's feet, and began to rub their bodies against St. Franc's body.
They were constantly searching for something, and seemed to be in some strange state. St. Fran laughed slyly at this time, walked two steps, and took out a bottle from the table.
There was some white powder inside. He sprinkled the powder on the ground, and the two young women immediately fell on the ground and started licking it.
St. Franc looked at the two women who had completely lost their minds indifferently, and then looked at the bottle in his hand.
He couldn't remember how he got the recipe for such a thing in the first place... Actually, there was no need to write it down.
There is no need to remember the angry expression of the former leader of the 'Imperial Capital Headquarters' after he found out about his betrayal. Anyway, he died in the end due to the betrayal of his son Roger, which became a shield for him to successfully escape.
.
There is no need to remember how crazy he was when he took this formula from his hand, because this formula now only belongs to him.
There is no need to remember those years in prison because it made me disappear from the sight of many people and gave me plenty of time to plan some things.
"Although it came out earlier than expected, but..." Saint Fran narrowed his eyes, "...life is still interesting when there are some unknown things."
Suddenly, St. Fran raised the bottle in his hand and pointed it at the moon in the night sky, "It's so beautiful... Who was you configured to create you? I spent several years in prison trying to figure it out.
Even though I tried to change this formula, I failed, and instead ended up with several by-products..."
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In the dark alley, Caroline walked quickly with her head lowered... There should be no police officers looking for her.
She squatted at the back door of a restaurant. She was so tired that she had to choose a place to rest. Suddenly, there seemed to be the sound of footsteps.
Caroline hid quickly and found that it was the restaurant employees who were removing the garbage.
Caroline had not eaten for a whole day, and she suddenly had an idea. She took advantage of the moment when the restaurant employees were not paying attention, and quietly sneaked into the restaurant through the back door.
The restaurant had reached the final stage of closing, and the people who stayed behind began to lock the door after turning off the lights. Soon after, Caroline turned on the lights of the restaurant in the dark.
There are still a lot of leftovers in the kitchen, and there is still some unused soup base left in the pot... and bread.
Caroline was so hungry that she quickly stuffed the bread into her mouth, then turned on the gas stove, thinking of heating up the cold soup base... She gulped it down.
She sat alone in the kitchen, looking around nervously... Maybe, she could sleep safely here, and then find a chance to leave when the restaurant opened tomorrow morning?
As Caroline thought about it, she felt so sleepy that her eyelids uncontrollably closed. So she leaned against the cupboard and fell asleep.
She seemed to have had another dream.
In the dream, she saw many things... A man was squeezing her neck with his hands. Caroline painfully wanted to see the other person's face clearly... But under the light, she could not see the other person's real face clearly.
However, there is a very special tattoo on his chest.
She was still struggling wildly, but her hands and feet were obviously firmly grasped by something... It was hands, the arms of several men.
Suddenly, a man came over. He was holding something in his hand. He took out the contents and then grinned... They seemed to be talking about something.
But Caroline could only see these, she couldn't hear any sounds.
The man behind him seemed to have a few words with the man holding his neck, and then he bent down and stuffed something into his mouth.
Caroline finally saw what the man looked like...it was Boss Boston!
She will never forget this face. It is precisely because of the appearance of this black boss that her originally bad life has become even worse...
Nightmare.
"ah!!!!"
Caroline opened her eyes suddenly, and saw a cockroach crawling across the cold kitchen floor. Caroline stood up instinctively and stepped on the cockroach very quickly.
She held her hand on the kitchen workbench, feeling as if after having such a nightmare, she felt as if she had made love to four or five men all day long, and was so exhausted that she felt weak.
Caroline held onto the wall and walked into the restroom of the restaurant. She washed her face and seemed to feel better.
She looked at herself in the mirror. On her neck, the bruises from being pinched by her 'second cousin' were very obvious. She also saw that the whites of her eyes were filled with blood and were red. She looked like she was...
Like a ghost, very scary.
Caroline frowned. She was almost in front of the mirror on the wash basin. She opened her eyelids up and down with her fingers and looked at her eyeballs. She was worried that there might be something wrong with her eyes.
Suddenly, she saw a terrifying flame, like a volcano erupting, and pushed the bathroom door open.
The flames engulfed her directly, and she even saw herself being burnt black in the fire... Her eyeballs were still red.
Caroline shuddered suddenly... She was still in the bathroom, the faucet was not turned off, and the sound of running water made a splash.
Caroline opened her mouth... She suddenly remembered something and ran out of the door without saying a word and ran back to the kitchen!
At this time, Caroline was shocked by what happened in the kitchen. She forgot to turn off the gas stove.
The soup base of those thick soups had been burned to the point of foaming, and it was left there, extinguishing the fire, but letting the gas overflow... The whole kitchen was filled with the smell of natural gas.
Caroline hurriedly turned off the gas valve, and then turned on the kitchen exhaust fan. When the gas was almost gone, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Caroline thought to herself that it was very dangerous...if a spark suddenly appeared, I'm afraid she would be...
What a false alarm.
Caroline shook her head, feeling dizzy and exhausted. She slowly walked out of the kitchen, went to the sofa in the dining room, lay down, and soon fell asleep again.
Silent, silent, silent, only the ticking sound of the wall clock placed in front of the restaurant.
Suddenly, a mosquito buzzed over. After sucking Caroline's blood, it staggered away. It flew to the kitchen and was suddenly attracted by something.
That's a mosquito killer lamp.
The mosquito suddenly bumped into it... bang, the power grid instantly burned the mosquito's body to black, and sparks fell at some o'clock.
