Looking at Mo Fei's raised middle finger on the BMW M6 going away, Bill was extremely unhappy. As one of the top drivers on the fast track, he lost to a woman who appeared out of nowhere and lost 2 times.
Ten thousand U.S. dollars.
The bastard who won the money was so proud that he gave himself the middle finger...
When Ji Zeer's BMW M6 was no longer visible, Tyrese walked out.
"Tyrese, we agreed that if you win, it's mine, if you lose, it's yours." Bill glanced at Tyrese and said, "But you asked me for help, and now you won't ask me to pay for it myself."
Is this a hole?"
Their original plan was to collect more than 100,000 US dollars from Ji Zeer and Murphy, but they did not expect that they would give away 20,000 US dollars at the beginning.
"The US$20,000 will be transferred directly to your account tomorrow." Tyrese said angrily, with a look of pain on his face.
His family has a small amount of assets, but all the money is in the hands of his father. He only has pocket money, and US$20,000 is not a small amount for him.
But money is a trivial matter, the key is face!
Two centimeters of hairline was destroyed by Ji Zeer's violence, which made people very angry. I wanted to find someone to take revenge and regain some face... and even gave someone another 20,000 US dollars...
Tyrese, who became more and more angry as he thought about it, couldn't help but speak a little hastily: "Bill, don't you always brag so much? Why can't a woman who appears out of nowhere win now?"
"Do you think her skills are like a newcomer? She just hasn't been around here before. She must be a master in other places." Being angered by Tyrese's questioning tone, Bill said coldly:
"Don't look for me if you have the ability. Find someone who can defeat the other party yourself?"
"What do you mean?"
"I don't mean anything, I just want to tell you that without your sister, you are nothing here! Are you still quarreling with me here?" Bill turned and left.
"You're a loser, why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf!" Tyrese flushed, looking in the direction where Ji Ze'er and Murphy were leaving, with resentful eyes: "You are lucky today!"
…
Mid-mountain road.
One hand opened the car window to let the strong smell in the car dissipate.
"Murphy, 25 years old, owner of Mo's Medical Center in Chinatown..."
The deep voice on the phone rang in Murphy's ears, immediately cooling his somewhat congested head: "Who are you?"
"Frank Custer, one of your patients."
Murphy narrowed his eyes, he turned out to be the punisher.
As for why the Punisher knew his phone number, Murphy was not surprised at all. If he couldn't even do this kind of manipulation, why should he claim to be the pinnacle of ordinary human combat power?
(Captain America: I can’t do it. It seems like I’ve embarrassed ordinary humans!)
"Are you the CIA agent?" Murphy pretended to have just remembered the name of the Punisher: "What do you want from me?"
"Thank you for saving my life!"
"Haha, we doctors are saving people all the time. This is our bounden duty. You don't need to go out of your way to call me to thank me." Murphy laughed.
"I know my own injuries. Without you, I may not be able to fight my way back from the brink of death."
Hearing what the Punisher said, Murphy felt a little ashamed. Without me, you could have survived on your own. But with me, you almost couldn't survive.
"Haha, you discovered this, but this is related to my family's secrets, please don't let others know." Mo Feitian shamelessly admitted his contribution.
"Understood. Also, I owe you a favor. If you run into trouble in the future, you can give me a call."
After the Punisher hung up the phone, there was an extra text message on Murphy's phone, a series of numbers, which should be the phone number.
"CIA agents? Why are you involved with them?" Ji Zeer, who was sitting astride Murphy's waist, asked curiously after the phone was hung up.
Murphy held Ji Zeer's waist with one hand and held her slender, fair legs in flesh-colored stockings with the other: "It's nothing, I just happened to save a CIA agent. This is a thank you call for me."
…
"Crunch!"
The BMW M6 was parked on a street in Chinatown.
Murphy got out of the car and took a deep breath. After getting out of the dense environment, the air suddenly became much fresher.
"then."
Not knowing what Ji Zeer threw at her, Mo Fei instinctively picked it up.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be three stacks of Franklins, green and reassuringly safe.
This is the money Ji Zeer won back tonight.
"What do you mean?" Murphy frowned.
"Whoring!"
"What the hell..."
Before Mo Fei could finish his words, Ji Zeer gave a refreshing smile, pushed down the accelerator, and the BMW M6 shot out like an arrow from a string.
A gust of breeze blew gently, and Mo Fei, who was holding three stacks of Franklins, came back to his senses. Looking at the stuff in his hand, Mo Fei kicked his eyes, picked it up with his hand, and smashed it to the ground.
"Damn it! Who do you think I, Murphy, am? Even if I, Murphy, starve to death, die outside, or jump off the Empire State Building, I will never get the money for selling myself!"
An angry Murphy turned around and left.
After taking two steps, he looked back at the three thick piles of Franklin on the ground. After hesitating for a long time, he walked back nervously.
Walking up to Franklin, Murphy's face was filled with confusion...
I looked around.
no one!
Murphy struggled for a while, then lowered his head, bent over, and picked it up.
As for the moral integrity thing, it doesn’t matter if it falls off. You can pick it up and pat it dusty and you can continue to use it. It doesn’t matter if it breaks into pieces. The few boxes of 502 he has at home are no joke!
Smelling the strong smell of green ink on Franklin's body, Mo Fei couldn't help but exclaimed from the depths of his soul: "It smells so good!"