People Are in Marvel, and the System is Working As a Worker

Mike went downstairs and saw Minty sitting on the sofa, looking around, wondering what the baby looked like.

Chloe hid behind the shelf, wanted to go up to say hello but didn't dare, blushing.

Old Earl and Peter whispered.

Peter: "Could it be the boss' daughter?"

Old Earle's tone was uncertain: "It's impossible, the boss is only so old."

Mike's tone was bad: "Don't work, be lazy, be careful to deduct all your wages."

"Why are you here?" Mike asked Minty.

Minty wronged and said, "You must be responsible to me..." There were two tears streaming out of the corners of her eyes.

Ah this!

Peter subconsciously touched his cell phone, ready to call the police.This is a 20-year-old start! ! !

Two cold eyes pierced Mike's back.

"Skye, let me explain, it's not what you think."

"How do you know what 'that' looks like to me?!"

ten minutes later.

The second floor.

Mike explains to Skye what's special about Minty.She is not a normal loli, she has been trained in fighting with various firearms and cold weapons since she was a child.It is no exaggeration to say that it is more than enough to beat ten Skye.The number of adults who died in her hands exceeds ten fingers.

Mindy's views, interests and hobbies are different from ordinary people.

Then Mike roughly said what happened last night.

"So...Mike, you know Mindy's father, and happened to run into Mindy last night on business, and the goal happened to be to kill Big Daddy's enemy." Skye sorted out his thoughts.

"Yes, that's right." Mike nodded.

"Then, Minty, your enemy's subordinates were all defeated by Mike. Although Mike left the enemy to you, do you think this is not personal revenge?"

This is for Mindy.

Minty nodded: "Yes."

Skye roughly understands that revenge is Minty's only and clear goal after Big Daddy's death, and she doesn't have to think, just do it.

Revenge cannot fill the void left by the loss of the Big Daddy.After the revenge is successful, Minty can neither live like an ordinary child nor know what to do next.

She was bewildered.

So Minty's so-called "responsibility" refers to letting Mike continue to train her like Big Daddy and assign tasks.

"What should I do?" Skye had a headache.

"How do I know!" Mike also had a headache, "I think it's better to call Minty's guardian first, the other party may be so anxious that they want to call the police."

Minty raised her hand: "Don't worry, I left a note, and Marcus is a policeman, how could he call the police..."

Skye: "..."

Minty still called Marcus, and Marcus was so anxious that he almost called the police.

Who stipulated that the police cannot call the police?

Twenty minutes later, the black SUV braked suddenly in front of the supermarket.Marcus, in police uniform, hurried out of the car.

Peter: "It's over, it's over, the boss really made a mistake that shouldn't be made. What should I do? What should I do!"

"Mindy!"

Obviously worried to death, after seeing Minty, Marcus immediately put on a straight face.

"Sorry to trouble you." Marcus said apologetically.

"No, no, Minty is very good."

Marcus froze for a moment, are you sure "very good" can be used to describe Mindy?

"I haven't heard Minty mention you before, how did you know Minty?" Marcus asked casually.

Skye looks at Mike.

Mike said: "Damon commissioned me to investigate some things before."

"what's up?"

"This...it's inconvenient to say."

Marcus quietly looked at Mike, young and handsome, with a smile on his face, completely different from Damon's bitter and extreme look, and then looked at Minty who had a gleam in his eyes. After thinking about it, Marcus decided to temporarily Don't make the relationship sour.

"Oh, I'll just ask." Marcus expressed his thanks, and then drove Minty away.

Watching the car go away, Skye sighed: "That Damon is too extreme, how can he make Mindy..."

Apparently Skye, like Marcus, disagrees with Big Daddy's educational philosophy.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought the boss was going to go to jail. It really... scared me, it's hard to find a job now."

"die!"

Mike kicked in the past, and Peter dodged deftly.

In the evening, a limousine stopped outside the supermarket.

Mike stepped forward.

With the window rolled down, the driver said with a paralyzed face, "Jin Bin wants to see you, get in the car."

Mike no nonsense, get in the car.

The two were silent all the way, without speaking a word.The car turned into the wharf of Hell's Kitchen and parked outside a dilapidated warehouse.

"Inside, please!" The driver said words like gold.

The warehouse was empty except for a table and two chairs.

The table is covered with a white cloth, in the center is a gilt vase with fresh purple tulips, a serving plate on each side and a goblet with raw steak, herb sauce and lemon slices in the goblet It is red wine like blood.

Jin Bing turned his back to the door, and his huge body gave a strong oppressive force.

Jin Bing turned around and signaled, "Please sit down."

"Thank you." Mike said bluntly.

"The best beef tenderloin brought by special plane from Nibo, try it."

Kim sat down after Mike, and the chair beneath seemed to whimper pitifully.

"I don't like raw beef."

"That's really a pity." Jin Bin tied a white napkin, cut a piece of beef, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, his mouth was full of red gravy.

A large piece of beef was poured into Jin Bing's Wu Zang Temple in a few mouthfuls. He picked up the red wine glass and swallowed it in one mouthful.Jin took the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth carefully.

"Mike Tang, you have attracted my attention not long after you moved into Hell's Kitchen."

"Oh?"

"A few street gangsters whose legs were broken by you, some of them ran errands for my men's men." Jin stared at him, "but I didn't trouble you. Do you know why?"

"Why?" Mike felt that he was talking about cross talk, as if he was talking about it, cooperating with Jin and performing.

"Because they are trash."

"Oh." Mike pretended to be stunned.

Unexpectedly, Jin Bing is also a fan of pretending to beep.

Chapter 55: Sometimes an explanation is a slap in the face

Mike figured it out, and Kim was showing off his domineering image as the Emperor of the Black Dao, just like displaying goods before buying and selling.

In Jin Bin's eyes, everything is a business.

Kim isn't angry when Mike kills Amick, the jungle just preys on the weak, like Mike breaks the gang leader's leg.

Compared with the beater, he hates the weakness of the beaten, typical primitive jungle logic.

Amick was killed, it doesn't matter, this guy is damned, weak is the original sin, as long as someone takes his place.In Jin Bin's view, Mike is the one who wants to ask for this position.

But before that, Kim doesn't need to let Mike know who is the boss!

amount……

No wonder the conversation was so awkward, it turned out that the two were not on the same channel at all.So, no matter what Jin Bing said, just pretend that you didn't hear it.

By the time Jin Bin finished what he wanted to say, he had already eaten raw beef tenderloin and beef shoulder for ten people.

Mike decided to speak up, otherwise Kim might become angry.

No, absolutely forced to become angry from embarrassment.

After organizing the language, Mike said, "I think you misunderstood."

Jin Bing: "Which part?"

"All."

Jin Bing's face sank: "So you are entertaining me!"

The tempered glass tabletop couldn't withstand the force exerted by Jin Bian, and it shattered into spider web-like cracks.

Mike's face remained unchanged.

Tempered glass is a ball, can you try titanium alloy steel plate?

"It's a long story, about Amick, pure accident."

If it hadn't been for meeting Mindy, Amick could have killed or not.Like Mike said before, I just want to ask Amick for a favor, just a message.Unfortunately, a dead Amick can help with that too.Don't say that the dead can't speak, the forensic doctor and Mike disagree.

"I'm actually just looking for Bullseye. I heard he's your subordinate."

Jin Bing: "..."

This is also called "a long story", isn't it just two sentences? !

Bullseye is a golden and special subordinate, very free.When there is no task, Jin does not care about where the bullseye is or what he wants to do, just like schools treat top students and companies treat technical backbones, there are always some special treatment.