Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

The latter swayed three times, played with the butterfly knife in his hand quickly, and walked unsteadily in front of Kesma.

Blonde hair, brown pupils, an unflattering Lian with pimples, and a slightly taller height for ordinary people.

At [-] meters, he can look down on Kesma, who has deliberately reduced his height.

"Did you see us just now?" He looked at Kesma contemptuously, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Unfortunately, man, my eyes are brighter, and I see you. We can't be known by outsiders about our fun. Do you know what I mean? Huh?"

The gangster put the knife across the neck of Kesma, who didn't even have the mood to divert his attention.

He said slowly again.

"But I'm in a good mood today, man, how about I let you go if you only need two crowns? It's better to hide in a warm home in such a snowy weather?"

The ratio of Swedish Krona to RMB is 1:0.76, and opening [-] is almost a week's consumption for an ordinary Swedish family.

It's true that there is a way to heaven, if you don't go, there is no way to go to hell...

Kesma was a little funny for a while, but since the facial muscles were stiff dead flesh, he could only withdraw a slight arc and was hidden by the scarf.

After this mess, it gave birth to new and interesting ideas——

With his leather-gloved left hand, Kesma pushed the blade slightly away and spoke in the North Germanic language he had just learned.

"I understand your rules."

"That's really the best." The little gangster was overjoyed and seemed to have caught a fat sheep.

"I can give you six thousand kronor, but you have to do me a little favor."

Kesma's voice was full of malice.

"Let's talk in the alley, trust me, there's still money to be made after it's done. It's a big deal."

Chapter [-] I am curious, answer me

Hearing this, the bastard playing with the butterfly knife was a little stunned.

Usually he threatens others like this, and when he encounters a soft-natured person, he basically gives the money and leaves. If there is not so much, he empties his pockets in order to protect himself and leave the place of right and wrong.

Now the other party not only wants to give money, but also negotiate business with these "scumbags", which makes him curious for a while.

"Man, are you out of your mind?"

"If you don't want money, keep talking." Kesma's eyes sank.

For ants, his patience has not been very good.

"This place is two blocks away from the downtown police station. If something goes wrong, you won't be able to walk around. If I say take me in, hurry up and don't waste my time. Your companions won't dilute what you get. , I will give the same amount of money to everyone and guarantee satisfaction."

"Good good..."

The rich is the uncle. Seeing that Kesma is so on the line, the gangster swept away the ruffian before, and walked into the alley with a smile on his face.

Good luck today.

It's really good luck... Kesma loosened the scarf, let out a faint black breath from the corner of his grinning mouth, and followed closely behind the gangster.

He's going to eat blood and satisfy sadistic desires today.

"Hey man, don't worry about what happened just now."

As they walked, the gangster started to get involved in a random relationship.

"You know, life is so hard, you have to find ways to get some extra money to keep yourself alive... By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Scott, how about you?"

"Kesma."

"Oh, bro Kesma, what a great name." Jack showed his talent as a comedian.

"Although we can't stand on the stage, you can't find people in Avosta who can do things more neatly than our brothers. Whether it's stealing things or helping you teach others, as long as we don't kill people, we will all I can do it for you properly... Or do you want to get a few chicks from the girls' high school in the city center to try it?

Rumbling and foul language made Kesma frown.

He swears he'll let this Jack enjoy himself while he cooks the gang.

After taking a few turns, a dim staircase leading to the ground appeared in front of the two of them, and the trash can at the door exuded a disgusting smell that was visible to the naked eye.

——Thanks to Kesma's lack of a sense of smell.

Fortunately, after the two of them walked down the stairs, their vision became much cleaner.

There are several old sofas, some tattered furniture, and the most conspicuous one is a huge pool table in the empty room - this is probably the most valuable thing in the whole room, right?

The brown-black-haired girl was being held captive to a chair, and she could only cry silently because a cotton cloth was stuck in her mouth.Judging from the completeness of their clothes, it seems that these beasts haven't started yet, and they don't know what they are waiting for.

"Hey Jack, I swear, my eighty-year-old grandma's movements are better than yours." A fat brown-haired man mocked.

"Did you go to your mother to cry about the cold of winter? Huh? If you didn't lose the bet and let you drink soup as a rule, just wait and wear my broken shoes."

"Shut up, Angels." Jack said in disgust. "I really want to stuff your [-] catties of pork into the toilet, but I brought you great luck."

"good luck?"

"Wait, Jack." Another teenager smoking a cigarette noticed Kesma.

"Who is he and why did he bring it in? Have you forgotten the rules we set? Damn, I'm afraid you will be beaten today."