A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 212 Two Keys! (Seek full order)
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At this time, it was past lunch time, and there were no customers in the restaurant. The killer manager Tony, a fat white man in a flowered shirt, was sitting on a table not far from the back kitchen, leisurely. Looking at the newspaper.

When someone approached the restaurant, Tony looked up to see Hua Twelve, frowned slightly, but didn't speak, until the former came over and sat opposite him, he asked:
"Leon, according to your style, don't you have to hide for a while when you finish your intra-city business, why did you come to me the next day?"

Hua Twelve waved his hand: "It's nothing, there are some problems near my residence, the neighbors have caused trouble, it's not suitable for me to live there any longer!"

Tony spread his hands in confusion: "So, what are you doing here?"

"It's like this Tony, I don't think renting a house is worthwhile. I plan to buy a high-end apartment on the Upper East Side, or a villa with an indoor swimming pool and a training ground on Long Island. You know the importance of training to a killer!"

Hua Twelve was talking about his thoughts in a serious manner, as if he was talking about the idea of ​​buying a house with an old friend.

Tony seemed incredulous at first, and then he laughed. Two tough white men in the kitchen behind him poked their heads out, as if checking the situation. Hua Twelve waved at each other with a smile.

The two of them obviously knew Leon too, and when they saw him, they nodded expressionlessly as a greeting, and then retreated to the dark place in the kitchen.

Tony tapped the table with his fingers, and couldn't help laughing:

"Leon, are you kidding me? You've finally learned how to tell jokes, which is a good sign. Would you like some Spanish seafood fried rice, and let's have another glass of white wine to celebrate?"

Hua Twelve smiled and shook his head: "No, Tony, this is not a joke!"

Tony was still laughing: "Well, this is not a joke, you really want to buy an apartment on the Upper East Side and a villa on Long Island, so Leon, do you have money, I mean the down payment?"

A happy smile appeared on Hua Twelve's face: "So I want to take back the money stored with you, what do you think?"

Tony froze with a smile, then shook his head and said, "No, that's not a good idea. Even if you take the money back, it's still not enough for the down payment. Why don't you deposit the money with me and I'll invest it for you? That's comparable to the interest in the bank. It’s much higher, you know that money makes money, and money makes money, and there will be more and more!”

Hua Twelve had a sudden understanding expression on his face: "So Tony, you invested a lot of money in it yourself, right? I mean investment?"

Looking at the other party's solemn nod, Hua Shier's left and right hands each took out a handful of G17s from their waists:

"Since you have earned so much, isn't it enough for you to sponsor me at all? Look at how smart I am!"

Tony's face changed, and he shouted: "Oh, damn it, what are you going to do, Leon, robbery is not something a killer should do."

Following his voice, the two fierce white men in the kitchen each rushed out of the kitchen with a microcharger.

But the moment they first appeared, Hua Twelve pulled the trigger with both hands at the same time.

The marksmanship originated from Mr. Smith, although not as good as those perverts in the fraternity, is still at the level of an ace killer. Two white bodyguards were shot in the forehead at the same time, and fell to the ground with two bangs.

Hua Twelve flew forward, jumped over the table in front of him, and jumped over Tony's head by the way. Before the latter drew his gun, the muzzle of his left hand was already on the back of the opponent's head:
"One move and I'll kill you!"

While Hua Twelve was speaking, his eyes were not fixed on Tony, but following the pistol in his right hand, he looked into the kitchen. A white man dressed as a chef was taking out a rifle from the kitchen cabinet.

Hua Twelve shook his head helplessly, and pulled the trigger again. The bullet shot out from the silencer, making a slight sound of piercing the air. Before the chef turned around and aimed at him, the battle ended prematurely.

After confirming that there was no one else in the restaurant, Hua Twelve turned around, pressed Tony's head on the table, and pressed it with the muzzle of his gun:

"Tell me now, give me money, or die?"

Tony still said firmly: "Leon, you unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, don't forget how miserable you were when you first arrived in New York, and I gave you the certificate!"

Seeing that Hua Twelve was unmoved, he continued to shout:
"You know that I work for the New York gangsters. You will not end well like this. The money does not belong to you. If you get the money, you will not be able to stay in New York!"

Hua Twelve scoffed at this:
"Fart, all I got back was my own money. Killing a person is only five thousand dollars, and killing the boss of the Dagger Society is only fifty thousand dollars. Can you believe it, Tony?"

He hehe laughed, expressing his disdain:
"Even if it's the New York gangsters, they wouldn't offer such an unscrupulous price, not to mention you didn't even give me this little money. It was you who swallowed my money Tony. I'm right!"

Tony's eyes dodged a little, obviously the truth was caught by Hua Twelve's words.

"I only give you three seconds to decide your own destiny, or I will kill you and leave empty-handed, or I will leave with my money, you choose!"

Ten minutes later, Hua Twelve left the Spanish restaurant with a travel bag, while Tony was also shot in the face and fell under the table in the restaurant.

In the Ford car on the side of the road, Matilda was looking at this side through the window, with apprehension, anxiety, and hope in her eyes.

When she saw Hua Twelve, she showed a sunny smile on her face, and waved vigorously at him through the car window.

Hua Twelve opened the car door, threw the travel bag into Matilda's arms and let her hug her tightly. In New York, he didn't worry about throwing a bag of banknotes on the back seat, which would cause big trouble.

Sit in the driving seat, start the car and leave here calmly.

Matilda felt the weight of the travel bag in her arms, and asked curiously, "What is this Mr. Leon?"

Hua Twelve then manipulated the steering wheel to turn around an intersection, and said indifferently at the same time:
"300 million US dollars, a few gold bars, and some diamonds, you must hold on tightly, this is related to my quality of life in the future!"

Matilda opened her eyes wide, as if she had discovered some new continent, and then asked:
"Did you snatch these two guns just now? Mr. Leon!"

Hua Twelve glanced at the girl and said with a smile: "No, it's all my money. Those two guns are just the keys to open the vault. I just want to get back my own money, that's all!"

Matilda seemed to understand something, and suddenly blinked playfully:

"Yes, sir, this is all your money, that's all. When I was eight years old, the department store near my house was full of toys that belonged to me. It's a pity that I lost two keys like you!"

Hua Twelve shook his hand holding the steering wheel, and almost caused a car accident. The girl obviously misunderstood something. These are really his money, which was hard earned by his predecessor, Mr. Smith, as an assassin.

Except for those gold bars and diamonds, of course, which he picked up and planned to get back to expand the storage space.

Far away from the murder scene, Hua Twelve felt that it was time to talk about serious business:

"Okay, Matilda, it's time to talk about the business. Do you have a place to go? For example, uncles, aunts, cousins, people or places that can adopt you?"

(End of this chapter)