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

Very strange.

From the moment Mike killed Er Chouzi's bodyguard, these women barely responded.If it weren't for the heartbeat and breathing apparatus, Mike thought they were robots.

Mike asked one of them: "Can you speak English?"

The maid turned her head and asked Er Chouzi with her eyes.

Er Chouzi nodded at Mike's polite smile.

"Yes, I can talk normally." The maid replied.

"Then why are you so... calm?" Mike asked again, "Aren't you afraid?"

The maid replied: "After being sent to the palace by our family, we became tools called 'personal maids', not women, not even people. The master did not give orders, and as tools, we have no right to make our own decisions. This is the country's 'Customs'."

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It's hard to imagine, in this day and age, such "customs and habits" still exist, where are the human rights fighters?

Mike asked: "When the master is dead, the tool must also be buried?"

The maid's tone was terrifyingly calm: "Yes."

Er Chouzi breathed a sigh of relief.

Feel safe now.

However, Mike didn't turn his head back, and shot the second ugly son's head off. The latter died with nothing to rest on his eyes, his eyes full of confusion of "why".

If Mike sympathized with these maids, he should not have killed him.

Mike took out a tissue and added to the list of damages: "one bullet".

"You guys are not alive at all, are you? Why don't you take a gamble and bet on how much face I have." Mike took out a business card and put it on the table, "If the king gives me face, you will live as human beings. If face Not big enough, sorry, you're going to die. But, I promise, I'll send him a bullet myself."

After finishing speaking, these maids did not respond, like tools that were shut down without the command of the master.

A helicopter waits for Mike behind the dunes.

The pilot smiled and asked, "Did the talk go well?"

Mike smiled and said, "Well, it went very well."

If you want to submit to the high table, you must kill the chicken to warn the monkey. Er Chouzi's bones are too soft, and he is not qualified as a chicken to warn the monkey.Mike hadn't really intended to kill him.

It's just that it can't be killed, right?

If a chicken can't scare a monkey, kill a few more.If it doesn't work, just uproot the high table.

It's not that hard anyway, just a waste of time.

It wasn't until the helicopter disappeared over the horizon that the wooden handmaidens moved at last, throwing themselves all over Mike's direction--the highest ritual in this country, used to worship kings...and gods.

Mike is very busy, leaving the Middle East, there are still many places to visit: Sicily in Italy, Saint Petersburg in Goros, Hokkaido in Nibo, Guangdong and Hong Kong in China, Edinburgh in Gentleman's Country, Marseille in Gaul.

It's really busier than the president of the United States. Fortunately, there is a temptation of a billion dollars, so it's a tourist.

Chapter 85: Marvel has these people

The plane finally stopped slowly on the runway of Guangdong-Hong Kong International Airport.

The last stop was Sicily.

Gambino family.

The Gambino family, one of the five major mafia families in New York, also has a prominent position in Italy.

There are more than 100 families of different sizes recorded in Italy, and the big families account for about one-third.Families communicate with each other through a committee.The committee is so powerful that it can kill people within the sphere of influence of any family without notifying its family members.

Above the committee is an organization composed of 11 people, called the "11-member committee". The 11-member committee overrides all families and is the highest authority of the mafia.

The Gambino family holds a seat on the 11-member council and has held the highest position of the 11, the godfather.

The spokesperson of the Gambino family at the high table is its core member, Jamie Watto Grevino.

Jamie is an old-school guy who abides by the Mafia discipline.He does not accept any coercion that damages the family's reputation and interests.

Coercion?

Mike is speechless, can't see how friendly and considerate his proposal is, as long as one billion dollars plus a small amount of compensation.

Mike had to add 15 rounds to the loss list, and then visited the godfather of the Gambino family, Paul Gotti, that night.

The godfather, who has experienced the storm, has a calm expression and hale and hearty eyes.

He said: Jamie died for the sake of the family and will receive a decent funeral.

The inheritance must be properly distributed.

The widow will definitely receive considerate care, and even her sexual life is arranged for her.

Then other members will be arranged to replace Jamie at the high table as soon as possible, and hope to get Mike's understanding with a yes vote.

Mike spoke highly of Paul as a wise elder, and under his leadership, the Gambino family will surely reach a new level and create new glory and history.

Then he removed the muzzle from Paul's temple.

The atmosphere is friendly and warm.

Mike said a friendly "good night", and then came and left quietly without taking a cloud.

In the darkness, Paul Gotti, who lived his entire life, smashed his most beloved vase on the wall, alarming the bodyguards.

"I'm fine." Paul Gotti suppressed his anger, and his tone was hoarse and majestic, just like usual.

He signaled the bodyguard not to come in.

It's useless to come in.These idiots didn't even notice that their employer was touched by the bedside.

Count on them?

Paul got up, opened the closet, and there was a secret door leading to the secret room.He opened the safe. In addition to various fake shields, gold bars, bearer bonds, property ownership documents, etc., there was also an old-fashioned mobile phone.

The phone has two speed dials, the first, for an emergency meeting of the 11-member committee.The second, gaining access to a special firing squad.

After thinking about it, Paul sighed, put the phone back, and locked the safe.

Sudden.

Paul found that there was an extra piece of paper on the table next to him.

Inexpensive paper business cards.

Paul's hands and feet were cold.

Next stop - Guangdong and Hong Kong.

The stewardess in the stateroom had a very good service attitude, and asked Mike softly what he needed. When delivering the red wine, there was a note with the hotel room number and mobile phone number at the bottom.

The embarrassing thing is that there are three such notes. These state-class stewardesses are all carefully selected Latino beauties.

Really happy troubles.

Or, four people play eighty points?

As for air combat?

Forget it, it’s not a private jet.

When the plane was about to land, all kinds of colorful thoughts disappeared, and Mike actually felt a feeling of "near-native feeling".

Mike jumped down the last step of the gangway, crossed his legs, threw up his hands and shouted, "Here I come!"

Most of the attracted gazes are well-intentioned, while a few look like fools.

Mike didn't care.

Mixed feelings.

In the T1 terminal of the airport, Mike was wandering around while eating egg waffles.

Two black cars with thick lines were parked at the exit.

A handsome and sharp middle-aged man with gun gray stripes.

Intellectual brunette woman in khaki trench coat.

A bald man with wandering eyes.

A handsome young man in a traditional white Tai Chi suit from the Celestial Dynasty.

Logically speaking, such a group of people should be very eye-catching, but other passengers turned a blind eye.

"It seems that they are waiting for me." Mike walked over.

Don't know who.

By no means ordinary people.

The middle-aged handsome guy didn't just stand and wait, but stepped forward, smiled, stretched out his palm, and said in English, "Hello, I'm Zheng Xian from Shenspear Bureau. Welcome to Guangdong and Hong Kong."

Good first impression on Mike.

At this time and space, the Celestial Dynasty is a superpower that can compete with the United States. It has independently established the God Spear Bureau, and has a hollow circular mobile air fortress - "Ring". There are analysts, operators, maintenance technicians, field agents and other elites. 15 are stationed in it, with sixteen air battleships and a scientific department.

Its existing superhero team - "Dynasty", and the future "Fengshen".

The so-called reaching out and not hitting the smiling face, Mike stretched out his palm and said in Chinese: "Hi, I'm Mike Tang. I'm here to do something and travel by the way."

Two powerful hands clasped together.

This scene was photographed by the spies of S.H.I.E.L.D. and passed on to the director of Black Braised Egg. According to the completely unprovable news, Director Fury bit a small pink handkerchief and stabbed a scarecrow named "Zheng X" to pieces. up.

Zheng Xian: "It's not unreasonable to have a friend come from afar... Can someone please let Zheng be a landlord?"

"Isn't it 'A friend who comes from afar will be punished'?" Mike joked, "Well, it's better to be respectful than obey your orders."

"Haha, Mr. Tang is really humorous." Zheng Xian laughed heartily, and then introduced three subordinates: Li Hongying, Sun Yisheng, and Shi Wenyan.

"Does Mr. Tang have any plans for the future?"

"It's up to the host."

Mike got into one of the cars, and Shi Wenyan, the young man in Tai Chi suit, tore off a yellow talisman from the railing.

Spiritual power emanates from the spell.

Not something to fool people.