The reborn tyrant rises

Chapter 545: God Hates Cowards

The people of the Star-Spangled Kingdom are very direct. No matter what it is, they usually put forward their opinions bluntly, and they are not good at concealing their opinions.

This character also determines that the battles between the gray forces are often more bloody and cruel.

“I have lived in this city for fifty years.”

Johnny.

Torrion’s demeanor was ferocious and frantic, “I know the rules here better than anyone else.”

The man got up and swept across the faces of the people who were following himGo, to his satisfaction he saw no cowardice in any of his faces.

“God hates cowards.”

Johnny said that he felt that his blood was boiling, Johnny.

Torrion is not afraid of any challenge. On the contrary, he enjoys the feeling of this kind of battle very much. “Everyone, follow me and repeat the rules of Chicago.”

“Once the struggle begins, only you will live and die.”

Following Johnny’s hoarse and vague voice, the rest of the people also stood up with serious expressions and repeated word by word.

“If you want to defeat the enemy, you must be stronger than the enemy. If he draws his sword, we draw our guns.

When the enemy hurts our subordinates, we slaughter his minions”

The harmony of more than ten people echoed in the study, Rico.

Torrion was anxious but had to keep talking, he had an inexplicable worry.

Johnny is too addicted to the glory of the past. He is used to violently controlling his own territory and business, but he does not know that the times are constantly advancing, which will cause big problems.

“Cudo.”

Johnny.

Torrion’s face was still a little red, he patted Cudo’s injured right arm, his tone was fierce, “You have betrayed my trust in you and lost my goods, so I need you to make up for it with courage. fault.”

“Do you know what I mean”

Johnny.

Torrion slapped his arms with great force, and the blood seeping out of the wound quickly turned the white bandage into blood red.

“I understand, I won’t let you down again.”

Under the fear in Cudo’s heart, he didn’t even notice the sharp pain in his arm, but his tone trembled as he promised.

“It’s been too long, many people have forgotten my name, it’s time for them to remember.”

Johnny.

Torrion grinned, his demeanor frantic and ferocious, the same as he was thirty years ago.

Crazy Johnny.

Someone once said that the early morning in Chicago is the most beautiful time of the day, with golden beaches and clear Michigan: the lake, coupled with exquisite green plants and small animals that move around freely, make people linger and forget. This is a city full of sin.

Many people in the Chicago South neighborhood also like the early morning, because of the beautiful environment and other reasons, and in this black neighborhood, the arrival of the early morning heralds the end of the night.

Because here, night represents sin.

Sandy.

Like many women, Iman has the bloated body and loud voice that are common at their age.

The only difference is that she doesn’t need to work to make a living. She opened this bakery just to pass the time and better help her husband win over the feelings of the people below.

The bakery named in the South Block has a very good business and high welfare wages. The reason for all this is very simple. Her husband’s name is Tim.

Tim.

Potts.

The employees in the store are all black, and several of the employees are relatives of some impoverished families in the Tim Potts organization.

Potts did a really good job.

“I heard that the donuts here taste so good, even the boss Tim eats them every morning”

Sandy didn’t expect the business in the store to be so good this morning. As soon as she opened the door, she saw a black young man with a mustache and a black jacket chatting with her clerk with a hippie smile.

“Good morning ma’am.”

The busy clerk smiled and greeted Sandy who entered the door before turning his head and answering, “Yes, but the donuts that Mr. Tim eats are all made by his wife, and the number is very small, do you want to order some today? ”

The young man in the black jacket nodded and smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, “Okay, but I think the taste you made should be better.”

Sandy smiled and shook his head, ignoring the youthful flirting and flirting, and went straight into the kitchen.

The always attentive woman didn’t notice when the young man identified Tim.

Potts’ eyes flashed fiercely after eating the doughnuts here every morning.

“You know Tim.

Do you usually sit there first?”

The black jacket looked at the smiling female clerk and asked indifferently, “You know, sometimes being close to a big man will bring better opportunities to our lives.”

“Sister Fendi, you are more beautiful today.”

The door was pushed open again, and an eleven- or twelve-year-old girl who was obviously of mixed race walked in, her delicate little face immediately after entering the door.

Filled with lovely smiles, she interrupted the conversation between the two by placing a woven basket on the bar that was a head taller than hers.

“Mom wants cheesecake and I need a sandwich.”

The girl said while reluctantly giving up the coin in her handput it on the bar.

“OK.”

The clerk Fendi put away the coins and said softly, “Is your mother feeling better?”

The female clerk who was busy talking did not notice that the black companion who ordered the doughnut black jacket quietly put a black briefcase next to the seat she had just told the other Mr. Tim used to sit without looking back. Go straight away.

“It’s her.”

About 50 meters away from the bakery, Di Yaoyang, sitting in the co-pilot, looked at a black woman in a hurry and confirmed the photo in her hand, and nodded, “Stop her, don’t let her. into the bakery.”

“clear.”

A companion who is proficient in English immediately.

He opened the car door and jumped down. After tidying up the tie he was wearing, he took the briefcase that Di Yaoyang handed over and walked straight to the woman in the photo.

At the moment when the man and the woman crossed the corner, the man suddenly slumped, and after screaming in pain, he hit the woman in the photo and fell to the ground. The briefcase in his hand also spilled the documents because of the fall. one place.

The woman was obviously frightened, but while apologizing immediately, she crouched down enthusiastically and began to help the man who seemed to have a swollen foot pick up the documents scattered around.

“Brother Yaoyang.”

The other subordinate sitting in the back row put down the telescope in his hand, “There is a very cute little girl inside, do you want me to find an excuse to bring her out.”

Di Yaoyang turned his head coldly, looking at the unbearable and cruel tone on his young face, “The boss only said that the person in the photo can’t die.”

“But that’s a little girl!”

The young man’s name is Liu Jianran, a member of the old Haidongqing, and his tone is full of confusion at this moment.

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