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A dead silence...

Sulaiwa mechanically turned his head and looked at the little brother beside him with dementia:

"I took drugs last night?"

The little brother beside him shook his head silly.

"Now, do you have any questions about what I said?" The masked man threw the deflated bullet to the ground and threw the gun back.

The young brother of Sulaiva, who was taken from the gun, can't wait to hold the gun in his hands in the same way as greeting his ancestor’s tombstone...

"No... no doubt." Sulaiva shook his head as if waking up from a dream at this time, revenge?Take advantage of this opportunity to clean up the hateful Donorev?

Are you kidding me?Lao Tzu likes to use violence to solve problems does not mean that Lao Tzu has no brains!Lao Tzu just likes to use violence against people who are not as powerful as him!The sturdy person in front of me may be able to fight the superheroes in the reunion. Is there something wrong with using force in front of such a person?

"Very good." The mask man smiled:

"Hurry up, then?"

Sulayva didn't say anything, and turned around and left here, and his younger brother knew the American body away.

He knew that these people couldn't afford to offend themselves.Not long after he left, the door creaked and was pushed open again.

An old man with gray hair and a thin body in a suit walked in alone.

Donolev's expression suddenly changed when he saw the old man, but the old man saw him too, and shook his head gently at him.

The meaning, he understood, was to keep him silent.

Donoliv closed his mouth immediately.

The old man’s hair is neatly combed and his expression is meticulous. There is an indescribable and elegant beauty on his body, which reminds people of a gentleman in the civilized world, but anyone who knows the identity of this old man Will not associate him with a gentleman.

The old man sat opposite the masked man, with a smile on his face:

"Long time no see, my old friend."

"It's really been a long time since I saw you, but is that group of aggressive young people just how you welcome me?" The mask man replied.

The mask man and the boss actually know each other, and it sounds like they have known each other for a long time!Hearing this conversation, Donorev couldn't help but think of this.

"Children don't understand things." The old man smiled.

"But I still want to thank you for not doing anything to them in my face, otherwise my gang boss may become a polished commander."

The mask man did not smile:

"Who doesn't know that you control all the gangs on the entire US-Mexico border? With these individuals, you can't do this."

The old man’s smile gradually converged, his eyes flashed with Ruowu:

"Then, why are you coming to me this time? My old friend?!"

Donolev didn't know what kind of past the gang boss and the masked man had. He just felt that the dialogue between the two revealed a strange atmosphere.

The two are not like friends, but more like negotiators...

"Do you remember the agreement more than 20 years ago?" Seeing the old man nodded silently, the masked man continued:

"Now, it's time to fulfill the agreement."

When the old man heard this, he did not rush to answer, but narrowed his eyes, as if thinking about something.After a long time, he slowly spoke:

"Now, this era is different from before. The Cold War is over..."

"So? Are you planning to breach the contract?" The masked man's fingers moved the tabletop rhythmically.

No one else around him spoke, like a group of dumb people.But Donorev didn't know why, a bad feeling flashed in his heart.

The boss has always been a mysterious existence among gangs, but no one can deny his influence.Even if the arrogant and domineering border police of the United States and Mexico have a headache, Suleyva did not dare to appear in front of him.

At this moment, the old man's complexion was tense, and his eyes flashed with caution:

"The Cold War is over and the Soviet Union has disintegrated. In this era, if we do what we did back then..."

Before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by the mask man:

"You just tell me your decision."

The old man was silent. The old man who has been known as the underground emperor of Mexico for decades along the US-Mexico border will face the most difficult decision in his life.

"I am not strong enough. There are a few gangs in the south who don't buy me very much."

"At the latest tomorrow, the heads of those disobedient gang bosses will appear on your dining table." The masked man said softly.

The old man was shocked and looked at him with a serious expression:

"In other words, this time, you will do such a thing anyway, right?"

"To be precise, I will do this no matter what. Don't forget, 30 years ago, who gave you the opportunity to stand up." The mask man taught the old man as if he was teaching a junior:

"You should understand that if it were someone else, I wouldn't say so much nonsense."

"I know." The old man sighed:

"I understand, what kind of cooperation is needed from me, just speak up. I just hope that I can leave a whole body in the end."

"Don't worry, prison has never been prepared for people like you and me, hell is." The mask man's tone was rare and relieved:

"In addition, I heard about this child, you have worked hard."

This sentence made the old man tremble all over, and his gaze at Donolev was a little bit more vague and unspeakable.

Like anger, like pity, and helpless.

"However, it is precisely because of this that I am willing to talk nonsense with you today instead of killing you directly. You did it right so that no one would notice this child."

If Donorev still doesn't know that the child they are talking about is him, then he is a pig.

He looked at the boss, then at the masked man, his voice trembling:

"What are you going to do?"

The mask man laughed:

"The new US-Mexico war." ..