The Endless Shuttle

The latter shook it three times, playing with the butterfly knife in his hand quickly, and walked slowly in front of Xima.

Blond hair, brown pupils, uncomfortable Lien with pimples, and a little too tall for ordinary people.

At 1.9 meters, he could completely look down on Xima, who was deliberately reduced in height.

"Did you see us just now?" He looked at Xima contemptuously, with a playful smile on his lips.

"Unfortunately, buddy, my eyes are brighter and I saw you. We can't be known to outsiders about our fun, do you know what I mean? Huh?"

The gangster put the knife across Xema's neck, and the latter didn't even want to divert his eyes.

He said slowly again.

"But I'm in a good mood today, buddy, how about you as long as you only need two kilograms of lang and I will let you go? It's better to hide in a warm home in such a snowy weather, right?"

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

There is really a way to heaven, you don’t want to go, **** has no way to vote...

Xmar was a little funny for a while, but because the facial muscles were stiff and dead, she could only withdraw a slight arc and was hidden by the scarf.

This trouble it gave birth to new and interesting ideas-

Xma's left hand with leather gloves pushed aside the blade slightly, and said in the North Germanic language he had just learned.

"I understand your rules."

"That's really great." The little **** was overjoyed and seemed to have caught a fat sheep.

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

Xma's voice was full of malice.

"Let's go into the alley and talk, trust me, we still have money to get after it's done. This is a big deal."

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Three I'm curious, answer me

Hearing that, the **** who was playing with the butterfly knife was a little dazed.

Usually he threatens others so much. When he encounters a weak temper, he basically hurries to give money to leave. If there is not so much, he empties his pockets to protect himself and leave the place of right and wrong.

Now the other party not only has to give money, but also talks about business with these "scum", which is a bit curious for a while.

"Man, your brain is not broken, right?"

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

To ants, his patience has not been very good.

"It's two blocks away from the police station in the city center. If something happens, you won't be able to eat and walk around. I said to take me in and hurry up and don't waste my time. Your companions won't share your income. , I will give the same amount of money to everyone to guarantee satisfaction."

"Good good..."

The rich is the uncle. Seeing that Xima is on the line like this, he swept away his previous scumbag and walked into the alley with a smile on his face.

Today is really good luck.

It was indeed good luck...Xima loosened her scarf, and exhaled a faint black air from the corner of her grinning mouth, closely following behind the bastard.

He wants to taste blood and satisfy his sadistic desires today.

"Hey buddy, don't care about what happened just now."

As they walked, the gangsters began to get involved.

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

"Xima."

"Oh, brother Xima, what a great name." Jack fully demonstrated his talent as a comedian.

"Although some of us can't be on the stage, you can't find anyone in Avosta City who is more agile than our brothers. Whether it is stealing things or helping you teach people, as long as we don't kill people, we will all I can do it for you...or do you want to get some chicks from the girls' high school in the city center to try it out? It's not easy to do, it will cost a lot of money, buddy, you know..."

Xma's brows jumped at the foul language.

He vowed to let this Jack enjoy it while he was taking care of these people for a while.

After a few turns, a dim staircase leading to the underground 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.

——Thank you, Xema has no sense of smell.

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

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

Captive, the girl with brown-black hair was being tied to a chair, and she could only cry silently because of the cotton strips in her mouth. Judging from the completeness of the clothes, it seems that this group of beasts have not done anything yet, and they don't know what they are waiting for.

"Hey Jack, I swear, my eighty-year-old grandma's movements are cleaner than you." A fat brown-haired man sneered.

"Did you go to your mother to cry for the winter cold? Huh? If you don't bet to lose to you and make you drink soup according to the rules, you just wait to wear my torn shoes."

"Shut up, Anjes," Jack said in disgust. "I really want to stuff your two hundred catties of pork into the toilet, but I have brought you great luck."

"good luck?"

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

"Who is he and why did you bring him in? Have you forgotten the rules we made? Damn, you might be beaten today."

The territorial consciousness of young people is usually very serious.

Especially for this group of rebellious or homeless bastards, a chassis that can live in is different for them. When outsiders step in, it will give them a sense of shame that their privacy has been violated.

"If you want to make a big profit today, just shut up." Jack said viciously.

"He is the customer I asked for, saying that there is something for us to help. Each person has a deposit of six kilograms of long, and there will be extra dividends afterwards. Don't you want it?"

"Forehead……"

For a while, the thugs who were originally as high as a cockfight lowered their heads, and the expressions in Xema's eyes became a lot more submissive.

——Money, really is a good thing.

"Okay, buddy, you can talk about it." Jack took out a cheap cigarette from his pocket and lit himself.

"We are honest, we will give you my contact information soon to ensure smooth communication... If you are still interested, you can try it later when I finish playing. This is a special offer..." He pointed to The girl in the corner, the latter's whimpering sound became even heavier.

"Um."