As a businessman and a mafia, what you pursue is naturally maximizing interests. Spending a little money to gather a valuable boxer can bring you a steady stream of wealth, not only can you give yourself some security guarantees.

He also had a good conversation with the Jews. Seeing that the matter had been finalized, when he saw his son stumble and said these words, Caberke felt cold.

Harold, who was holding a wine glass, felt a little cold. Is it hard to say if the negotiated price is hard to say, but am I still here?

......In Chinese dialect, isn't this a scam?

When he put down the wine glass tremblingly, Caboke, behind the desk, also put down the wine glass. He seemed not to notice the Jewish expression, but just looked at his embarrassed son.

"Mr. Harold and I have already agreed. How did you anger him?"

The young man sitting on a cushioned short-backed chair had lost his powder before, and he was much more awake at this time. When he remembered his work, he wanted to slap himself, especially on the back street of the building. The other party lifted a car. How could a person look like? Looking back at that scene, he looked at his father with trembling and his voice was very low.

"Maybe...I took something from him."

On the other side, Harold, who was nervous, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, got up and waved his hand, and smiled and said, "Thu is actually quite rational. Return the things to him. I'll talk to him and the matter will be over. Don't be so scared, Mr. Vickers."

While he said this, Harold hurriedly sat back and squeezed out a smile on his face.

"Then I can't persuade you, you're dead."

Um?

The father and son turned their heads silently and looked at the Jewish people sitting upright with their hands and feet closed. The latter was stunned for a moment, coughed twice, and quickly said: "That... Actually, I am just an agent, and I don't like Asians in the East, but for the sake of money, I have no choice but to endure it."

The father and son turned their eyes away again. Vickers was probably anxious and pressed the table to ask his father to find a way. However, the old man sitting behind the desk was silent. He turned around the boss's chair and looked at the rain flowing through the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Father, are you just watching me being killed?" the young man shouted.

Harold looked at them, his heart almost raising his throat, tiptoed toward Vix, and muttered quietly.

"Depending on your father's attitude, there should be an illegitimate child outside."

"You!" Vickers looked at him, turned to his father who was silent, and his eyes glared, "Father?"

The old man there didn't say anything, pressing his fingers on the handrail, bit by bit, and the breath in his heart had not yet gone. The boxer who had finally closed it up came back before he got it, and he wanted to strangle this evil boy to death on the spot!

"Forget it, it's my son after all."

Kaboke took a deep breath, took his cell phone and called, put it away, his voice squeaking and dark.

"Linna, where have you been?"

On the other side of the phone, a cold female voice was sent back: "Just get off the plane, I have already got the things."

"Storing the things at the airport, I sent someone else to pick them up, rent a helicopter and flew back immediately, landed on the roof, something happened here."

After hanging up the phone, the old man gave instructions to the other floors of the building, and added another sentence: "The electricity was cut off."

For a moment, Spencers on each floor and the security guards started to move, opened the iron cabinets, took the weapons inside, and a sound of pulling the bolts, rushed downstairs at the same time, the security guard in the electric room pulled the switch.

The brightly lit building quickly extinguished from the highest floor, and the whole building stood silently in a rainy night. Occasionally, a few flashlights swayed inside, shining outside, and a figure flashed across the rain.

"That person?"

"Don't go over, guard the stairs, and don't worry about any other movement."

The thug was on one flashlight and the other raised his gun, staring at the outside door with vigilance. He had already gotten off work at this time. There was no one else in this building, and it was easy to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy.

Bang~~

The sound of glass breaking suddenly sounded nearby. Several muzzles suddenly turned to the direction where the sound came. Several bodyguards guarding the stairs looked at each other and retreated tacitly to the stairwell.

In the corridor outside, a figure quietly walked past the shadow. Just as the few people retreated, a flashlight flashed suddenly with one hand, and he grabbed the muzzle and pulled it out. The bodyguard, who had no time to let go, disappeared from the stairs, and in the dark, the skeleton sounded a crisp sound.

The remaining three people were so scared that they sweated in an instant, and they all retreated to the steps. Taking advantage of the narrow terrain, they could trap people outside and not give the other party an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Perhaps this thought flashed by, and a figure suddenly appeared at the stairs. Several people subconsciously pulled the trigger and hit the other party. One of them raised the flashlight and shone it. It was a companion who had just been dragged out of the door and had already died.

"Stop!"

"Why is he still standing?"

The three of them looked at their companion's corpse and shook them a few times. Behind the exposed gap, one hand was holding it. The next second, the corpse rushed over and smashed the three of them directly. In the darkness, someone saw a tall figure coming in and quickly raised the gun to pull the trigger. When the flames illuminated, the figure in the dark turned its head and dodged, reached out and pinched his wrist, pulled it up, and the two of them were also firing at the same time.

In an instant, in the narrow stairwell, several fires flashed wildly in the darkness, and then stopped. Four corpses fell to the ground with their weapons and blood flowing.

Hearing the gunshots, the guards on the upper floor quickly assembled, held their breath and raised their arms, and the dark muzzle was densely pointed at the stairs leading upwards.

"The more people, the more excited I am." A hoarse and low voice sounded in the dimness of the stairwell.

The moment the sound fell, something became clear in the darkness. The bodyguard who was originally guarding outside suddenly opened his eyes and a corpse flew out.

"Do not!"

Someone shouted, and then was hit to the ground. In the darkness, the tall figure supported the steps with both hands and feet. The beast rushed into the crowd. The bodyguard, who was lowering his head and shooting, tightened his neck and was pulled down in an instant. He was pulled to the ground by the figure. Under the terrifying impact, seven or eight people were knocked over together.

可以可—

In desperation, fire tongues spewed out from the muzzle, and blood splashed behind the man, and gunfire sounded loudly in the corridor.

The dense sound was heard by Caboke, who was sitting in the office. The latter Mao stood up in a fright, with dozens of thugs and bodyguards unable to stop him.

"Father?" The young man wiped the sweat stains on his face and looked at the old man behind the table.

Caboke wiped the silver pistol in his hand and saw the night sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, flashing lights flying through the rainy night. He turned around and looked at the Jews there.

"Vicks is my son. As a father, I must not ignore it. Please accompany us to the rooftop." He waved the weapon in his hand, Harold nodded with a wry smile, raised his hands and walked in front, and turned his face to remind the father and son not to forget to take away the money on the table.

Buzz ~~~

The sound of the propeller stirring the air was faintly mixed with the gunshots on the aisle on the floor. A figure leaned against the wall. When he tilted his head to sit on the ground, he walked past the tall figure next to him and looked out the window, frowned.

“Helicopter?”

Wang Ruhu leaned over the corpse next to him, rubbed the blood on his hands, ran along the floor of the aisle, and hit the floor-to-ceiling window with a few bullet holes in front of him, and rammed out with a 'stop'. In the splashing glass fragments, he turned around in mid-air to face the building. The falling figure suddenly reached out and squeezed the glass, grabbed the window frame, kicked under the foot, jumped up from the wall, and directly crossed the two windows, and grabbed and kicked, just like climbing rock climbs, and climbed up to the top of the stairs with hands and feet.

Step ~ Step ~ Step ~~

A series of footsteps spread on the rooftop, followed by a few gunshots. The rooftop iron lock jumped on Mars, and the iron door was kicked away with a bang. Kaboke rushed Harold to the position with the H pattern written on it. In the sound of the rolling wind, a helicopter slowly descended from the night sky outside the building.

Before he could stop, the airport opened, and a blonde woman wearing trousers and headsets took the lead, carrying a password box the size of a handbag.

The old man walked past the woman and suddenly saw the box, "Why did you come here with it? Didn't you let you store it temporarily in the airport?"

"We need to wait in line to handle it. If you hear what you are saying, come here first." The woman saw Vix with a panic look and the Jews pointed at by the old man with a gun.

"Boss, is it that Eastern Martial Artsman?"

The next moment, under the roof, a figure rushed into the woman's vision with the sound of glass shattering. The tight black suit, trousers, and leather shoes under her feet slammed the cement floor. She slowly stood up in a half-squat posture. Wang Ruhu raised her hand and pointed a square thing in Vix's hand and hooked her fingers.

"Give me."

"You go first." The blonde woman moved her fingers, took off the windproof hood from her head, spilled her blonde hair, stepped on her slender legs and walked to the middle. She was also provocative, hooked her fingers at the man opposite and posed a punching stance, like a lioness pounced towards the opposite side.

Just at the same time

Kaboke went to pull his son into the cabin. Harold, who was hit by him with a gun, suddenly turned his head and walked around the muzzle. He reached out and hugged the old man's arm, put away his feet, and pulled the other party from the hatch with the weight of his body. The deflected gun body, the old man fell down due to weight loss and suddenly pulled the trigger.

Wow—

Suddenly, gunfire sounded across the roof.

The young man climbing the hatch covered his waist, his eyes were stunned, and he slowly lowered his head. A large piece of fabric on his waist dyed red, and a severe pain of torn came. The hard drive in his hand fell off the ground.

“Fake….”
Chapter completed!