"How do you know that there is no defense force in the manor? These rich people are very afraid of death. 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. At that time, we will have a lot of fun!" said Mickey''s neighbor, nicknamed Greyhound, who had two robberies, There is nothing serious to do now. I live by selling some narcotic drugs every day.


    The reason why Greyhound joined is that Greyhound has a channel to buy some pistols. They are all black market goods that no one can trace. And Mickey also needs the experience of greyhound. At least he is still walking outside and knows more about some specific steps of crime than Mickey or others.


    Mickey was not worried about the question raised by greyhound. He smiled and a smile full of superiority appeared on his face, "If there are groups of bodyguards inside, then we are going to negotiate. If we have the opportunity, we can kidnap the gualt rich. If there are no bodyguards inside, we can clean up irrelevant people and wait for the ransom."


    As soon as the Greyhound''s eyes lit up, it was a good way. He wouldn''t put himself in danger anyway. He nodded, "this thing can be done. What else should we prepare?"


    Mickey gestured with a pistol, "we need at least four, but we don''t have money now. Is there any way to get them to use first, and then pay them back or pay more money?"


    The Greyhound didn''t know how to answer. These people who smuggled arms were doing business with their own freedom, and they would rather not do business like credit. After hesitation, the Greyhound shook his head and said, "credit is impossible. I don''t have that much face, but I can introduce a guy to you. He has money in his hand."


    "Usury?", Mickey agreed without hesitation, "no problem, take me to pick up the goods tomorrow!", then he looked at his companions and asked, "if someone wants to quit now, I won''t stop it. If no one wants to quit, listen to my command in these days. Believe me, after this vote, we are all millionaires!"


    Perhaps under the temptation of millionaires, everyone''s inner greed and desire for money have overcome reason. These people are panting. It''s hard to restrain the power in their body when they think they may become a millionaire. That''s a millionaire. He spends 100 yuan a day and 36000... 500 yuan a year. He wants to spend all his money at least It will take... Thirty years!


    Done!


    Mickey read their eyes, stretched out his hand, folded his palms one by one, and quietly reached an agreement.


    There is an emotion running in their chest. This emotion is called struggle!


    Soon the small group dispersed, and they all need to prepare for the next "work".


    On his way back, Greyhound has been thinking about the plan Mickey said. He thinks it is unlikely that the plan will be implemented. So far, he has never heard of the rich in the city being kidnapped or blackmailed. These rich people have enough wealth to support them to hire a professional bodyguard team to protect their safety They have status and influence. If you don''t want to be right with the whole city, you''d better not touch them.


    The reason why he agreed to Mickey''s request was not that he wanted to participate. He just fooled Mickey first, then hid and waited until the matter was over. He even thought of how to avoid it without hurting each other''s feelings, that is, surrender. Selling narcotic drugs may face a very serious sentence, but smashing other people''s windows can only be detained for a few days When he was going to turn himself in, suddenly a hard poke hit his back waist from behind.


    He didn''t know what it was, but it was definitely dangerous.


    "Don''t move. Keep moving. There''s a car at the corner. If you don''t want your picture on the front page of ilian daily tomorrow, you''d better cooperate.", after the guy behind said that, Greyhound heard a strange voice. He knew that voice, which was the voice charged after the pistol insurance was opened.


    He took the first step slowly and walked carefully to prevent himself from making any action that might be misunderstood by the other party, "man, look, I didn''t bring any goods when I came out today, and I''m just a little guy who delivers goods on the street. I don''t have money!"


    What Greyhound has in its mouth is purple angel, an anesthetic preparation. The main component of the anesthetic comes from the ghost face mushroom. It is a substance that is easy to cause hallucinations. This substance can cut off the signal transmission between pain neurons. Therefore, after years of research by imperial Medical College, it has formulated a use standard to cut off the signal transmission of pain nerves as much as possible Reduce the birth of hallucinations.


    However, if you inject too much, you will still have the illusion of growth time. Many people like this tone, so narcotics have always been in the market. Ernst, who is now serving his sentence in Orlando state prison, also smuggled narcotics for profit in addition to selling private wine.


    Greyhound is such a guy who sells narcotics on the street. He really can''t make much money. He can only take one yuan for a small bottle of 15 yuan at most. Everything else has to be handed over to his last family. In addition, he is still alone and occasionally needs to relieve his loneliness, so it''s difficult to save any money.


    It was because of this experience that he saw too many things on the street, so he concluded that Mickey''s plan was not feasible.


    The things on the back of his waist pushed the top, and he was suddenly shocked. It was not a matter to lose a little gangster selling narcotic drugs in a city with millions of people. The police didn''t even bother to investigate, and he walked slowly forward with pain in his mouth. At the intersection, he saw a gray old car. This kind of car is basically going to flood in the third district. People who can''t afford a new car are happy to spend a little money to buy an old car that may have changed hands three or more times to support their face. Like those pistols circulating on the black market, this kind of car is difficult to find out who finally fell into their hands.


    He got into the car and sat in the co pilot. Behind his head was the hard poke. He had no right to choose and resist. He could only let the two people take him to a place he didn''t want to go.


    The car quickly crossed the highway intersection into zone 4, turned around and stopped at a place like a factory warehouse. He was pushed into the open warehouse by the two people. At this time, several lights suddenly lit up in front of him, and some tears came out of his eyes. Raising his hand to shield the strong light, he saw a guy in a suit and a domed felt hat sitting on a chair in the middle of the warehouse.


    Because of the strong backlight, he couldn''t see what the man looked like. He could only see an outline.


    "I don''t think Mr. Greyhound would mind repeating what you heard and saw in the evening?" the guy sitting said. His voice was male, very young and magnetic. He wasted about ten seconds. He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and a hard thing hit him on the head. There was also a force from his leg bending. When he lost his center of gravity, he flopped and knelt on the ground. A heat flow gushed out of his nose. He touched it to his eyes. It was a transparent thing.


    "Don''t, don''t hit me, I said, I''ll cooperate!" Greyhound knows the style of these people. He''s not the only insider, which means that if he doesn''t say what the other party is interested in before the other party runs out of patience, he may close his eyes forever, "Mickey suddenly contacted me at night..."


    He began to narrate. In order to avoid being beaten again, he endured a strong feeling of dizziness and repeated everything that happened at night, including his inner activities after he left. The dark shadow in the warehouse, which could only see the outline, was very patient and did not interrupt his complicated narration until he finished everything he knew. At this time, his mind suddenly flashed. These people can''t be Mr. 350000?!


    He shivered and knew that this son of a bitch Mickey couldn''t do anything good except bad things. Are these rich people so easy to offend? Look, his perfect plan has not been implemented yet. The other party already knows. Don''t say it, they even came to the door. He was really killed by that bitch!


    The Greyhound lowered his head and dared not look back or look around. He knew that the less he "found" at this time, the greater the possibility of survival. He doesn''t want to die yet. Although his life rots like a pile of dog shit, he loves this pile of dog shit and doesn''t want to leave the world. The muscles on his face began to tremble uncontrollably. There were more and more transparent snot, and even tears came out.


    Slowly, there was a low cry in the warehouse. The voice had been suppressing the fierce emotion. He didn''t dare to cry loudly. He was afraid that his voice was noisy and the sitting person was solved by them, but he couldn''t help but want to cry and cry sadly.


    The rhythmic tap of the soles of leather shoes on the ground covered the cry of greyhound. He saw an elongated shadow enveloping himself. He didn''t dare to look up. There were really many people killed because "he saw too much". He didn''t know what fate to face next, but at least he didn''t want to be killed because he saw each other''s appearance.


    A handkerchief suddenly appeared in front of him. The tap came past him, and a voice came from his ear.


    "For people like you, you''d better find a job honestly!"