Cosma Empire

"How do you know that there is no defense force in the manor? These rich people are very afraid of death, and they will use a room full of bodyguards to protect their safety. Maybe we will face a group of bodyguards with guns after we go in. When we get there It’s time to have a lot of fun!” The person who was talking was Mickey’s neighbor, nicknamed Greyhound, who had two robbery records, and now has nothing serious to do, and lives by selling some narcotics every day.

Greyhound was allowed to join in so that Greyhound had a channel to buy some pistols, which were all black market products, the kind that no one could track down. And Mickey also needs Greyhound experience, at least he is still walking outside, and he knows more about the specific steps of some crimes than Mickey or others.

Mickey was not worried about the question raised by Greyhound at all, he chuckled lightly, with a smile full of superiority on his face, "If there are groups of bodyguards inside, then we are going to negotiate , if there is a chance, we can hold that rich Guart hostage. If there are no bodyguards inside, we can clean up the irrelevant people and wait for the ransom."

Greyhound's eyes lit up, this is a good way, no matter what, he will not put himself in danger. He nodded, "This thing can be done, what else do we need to prepare?"

Mickey gestured for a pistol, "At least four are needed, but we don't have any money right now. Is there a way to get them and use them first, and return them afterwards or pay more money."

This made Greyhound a bit at a loss as to how to answer. These people who smuggled arms were doing business with their own freedom. They would rather not sell or do business on credit. After hesitating for a while, Greyhound shook his head and said, "It's impossible to pay on credit. I don't have that much face, but I can introduce you to a guy who has money."

"Loan usury?" Mickey agreed without the slightest hesitation, "No problem, take me to pick up the goods tomorrow!" He looked at his companions around and asked, "If anyone wants to quit now, what should I do?" I will not block it. If no one wants to quit, just listen to my command these few days. Believe me, each of us will be a millionaire after finishing this vote!"

Perhaps under the lure of millionaires, everyone's inner greed and yearning for money overcame their reason. These people were panting heavily, and it was hard to restrain the power bursting out of their bodies when they thought that they might become millionaires . That's a millionaire, who spends one hundred yuan a day and only spends thirty-six thousand... five hundred yuan a year. It will take at least... thirty years to squander all the money!

Done!

Mickey understood their eyes, stretched out his hand, and folded his palms together one after another, reaching an agreement silently.

There is an emotion rushing in their chests, this emotion is called struggle!

Soon the gang dispersed.

They all need to be prepared to deal with the next "work".

Greyhound has been considering the plan that Mitch said on the way back, and he thinks it is unlikely that the plan will be implemented. Until now, I have never heard of the rich man in the city being kidnapped, nor has I heard of anyone being blackmailed. These rich people have a lot of wealth enough to support them to hire a professional bodyguard team to protect their safety, coupled with their status and influence, if you don't want to fight against the whole city, it's best not to touch them.

The reason why he agreed to Mickey's request was not that he wanted to participate, he just fooled Mickey first, and then hid and came out after the matter was over. He even thought of how to avoid this without hurting each other's feelings, that is, surrender. Selling narcotics may face a very severe sentence, but smashing someone's glass only takes a few days in detention. Just when he was about to turn himself in, suddenly something hard hit his lower back from behind.

He didn't quite know what that thing was, but it was definitely a dangerous thing.

"Don't move around, keep going forward, there is a car at the intersection, if you don't want your picture on the front page of the Illian Daily tomorrow, you'd better cooperate." After the guy behind finished speaking, Greyhound said He heard a strange sound, he recognized that sound, it was the sound of recharging the pistol after the safety was released.

He took the first step slowly, walking carefully, not allowing himself to make any movements that might misunderstand the other party, "Dude, look, I didn't bring anything with me when I came out today, and I'm just a street hair You little guy, I have no money!"

The product that Greyhound is talking about is the purple angel-a kind of narcotic preparation. The main ingredient in the anesthetic comes from ghost face mushroom, which is a substance that can easily cause hallucinations. This substance can cut off the signal transmission between pain-sensing neurons. Therefore, after years of research by the Imperial College of Medicine, a standard for use has been formulated. Under the premise of cutting off the transmission of pain nerve signals, the birth of hallucinations should be reduced as much as possible.

But if you overdose, you will still have long-term hallucinations. Many people like this tune, so anesthetics have always been in the market. Ernst, who is now serving time in Al Odo State Penitentiary, originally smuggled narcotics for profit in addition to selling booze.

Greyhound is such a guy who sells narcotics on the street. He really doesn't make much money. For a bottle of fifteen yuan, he can only get a commission of one yuan at most. I am still alone now, and occasionally need to relieve my loneliness, so it is difficult to save any money.

It was precisely because of this experience and seeing too many things on the street that he concluded that Mickey's plan would not work.

The thing on the back of his waist was pushed up, and he was shocked immediately. In a city with millions of people, it is nothing at all to lose a gangster who sells narcotics. The police didn't even bother to investigate. In pain, Li walked forward slowly. At the intersection, he saw a very old gray car. This kind of car is basically flooding in the third district. People who can't afford a new car are willing to spend a little money to buy an old car that may have changed hands three times or more to save face. As with those pistols circulating on the black market, it is difficult to find out who ended up in the right hands.

He got in the car and sat in the co-pilot, with that hard poking thing behind his head, he had no choice and the right to resist, he could only let these two people take him to a place he didn't want to go.

The car quickly crossed the highway intersection and entered the fourth district, turned around and stopped in a place that looked like a factory warehouse. He was pushed into the empty warehouse by two people. At this moment, several lights suddenly lit up in front of him, causing some tears to flow out of his eyes. Raising his hand to block the strong light, he saw a guy in a suit and a yarmulke sitting on a chair in the middle of the warehouse.

Because of the strong backlight, he couldn't see what that person looked like, only a silhouette.

"I don't think Mr. Greyhound would mind repeating what you heard and saw that night?" The guy sitting down spoke, his voice was male, very young, and somewhat magnetic. He was so delayed for about ten seconds, the back of his head suddenly hurt, and a hard object hit his head. There was also a force coming from the bend of his legs, and he lost his center of gravity and knelt on the ground with a plop, a stream of heat gushed out of his nostrils, he touched it and brought it to his eyes, it was a transparent thing.

"Don't, don't hit me, I said, I will cooperate!", Greyhound is very aware of the style of these people, he is not the only insider, it means that if he does not express the other party's feelings before the other party runs out of patience Interested things, he may close his eyes forever, "Mitch suddenly contacted me at night..."

He started to narrate. In order to avoid being beaten again, he endured a strong sense of dizziness and recounted everything that happened that night in detail, including his inner activities after he left. The black figure in the warehouse who could only see the outline was very patient and did not interrupt his long-winded narration until he had finished everything he knew. At this time, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his heart. These people can't be... the people of Mr. 350,000, right? !

He shivered for a moment, and he knew that this son of a bitch Mickey can't do anything good except bad things. Are these rich people so easy to offend? Look, the other party already knew about his perfect plan before it was executed, and even came to his door. He was really killed by that bitch!

Greyhound lowered his head and didn't dare to look back or look around. He knew that the less he "discovered" at this time, the greater the possibility of survival. He doesn't want to die yet, although his life is rotten like a pile of shit, but he loves this pile of shit, and he doesn't want to leave this world yet. The muscles on his face began to tremble uncontrollably, more and more transparent snot, and even tears flowed out.

Slowly, there was a small weeping sound in the warehouse. That voice was suppressing intense emotions. He didn't dare to cry loudly. He was afraid that his voice would disturb the sitting person and be dealt with by them, but he I can't help but want to cry, cry sadly.

The rhythmic kicking sound of the soles of the leather shoes on the ground covered the cries of the Greyhound. He saw an elongated shadow covering himself, and he didn't dare to look up. The person who was killed because of "seeing too much" It's really not too small, he doesn't know what fate he will face next, but at least he doesn't want to be killed just because he saw the other person's appearance.

A handkerchief suddenly appeared in front of him, the kicking sound walked past him, and a faint voice came from his ear.

"For a person like you, you should honestly find a job!"