Chapter 74
Old three crooked neck, saw the newspaper section, but immediately brow twist together.
"Rare animal beauty contest?"
The third member of the competition knows that it is sponsored by Sandu entertainment daily. Sandu holds one competition every year, and this year is the fifth.
It's just that most of the participants are ladies and ladies in the upper city. It can be said that they are in a small circle. Besides
"Boss, you may be new to Sandu and you don't know much about some things."
The third man first opened his mouth to find a step for link, and then said: "although it says that all can sign up to participate in this activity, it's mainly aimed at the ladies and celebrities in the upper city. It's an activity in their small circle, and it's hard for outsiders to squeeze in. And this activity takes a long time and has a lot of process. Now it's just a primary, and the final doesn't start until the middle and late May. "
"Even if we win the championship in the end, the reward is only 150000, which can't solve the urgent problem."
Now Jack's site is completely lost, and there is no sign that the animals in the basement can be sold.
There's a week to go before it's time to pay the monthly confession to the white crane hall. Next, Jack's way will be more and more difficult.
Before the boss came back with a confident pace, saying that Jack's gang was going to be brilliant, the third thought that the boss was ready.
But after knowing the boss's suggestion, the third man's heart seemed to be poured with cold water.
Link took a panoramic view of the third man's facial expression and said, "it's OK. I just use the animal beauty pageant as a pedal to get the reputation of Jack's wild animals out. By the way, third, you now arrange the staff to copy out an empty room. The larger the room, the better. I can use it. "
Third, he wanted to persuade him again, but he hesitated for a moment and still couldn't say it. Besides, I'm afraid it would make him feel disgusted and counterproductive.
This wave of white crane hall is so fierce that it directly pinches the lifeblood of the jack gang. The boss still thinks about animal beauty pageant, regardless of the low mood of the gang brothers.
It's going to be over. It's going to be over!
The old three feebly place three or five people: "you, you, you, and you, all come with me to clean up the house."
The faces of the thugs were also full of reluctance, and the faces of those who were called were even worse.
"The territory is gone. What are we doing with the house now? Are we going to train us to be nannies?"
"If we go on like this, we won't last two months, will we?"
"Before, when Jack was in, the revenue and expenditure of the camp were just the same. Now that the site is gone, it's bound to collapse. It's just a matter of time."
The third clapped his hands and said, "well, don't complain. It's not good for the boss to hear it. Move things quickly."
Link is in the office. Open the file bag and get all the information out.
Many of the characters are crooked and the strokes are trembling. It can be seen that writing is a very difficult thing for them.
This has something to do with the educational environment in the slums.
There were schools in the slums, but they only taught basic reading and literacy.
Rulers and dignitaries do not want anyone to cross the class, so they have always adopted the policy of captive breeding in slums.
Two days ago, Linke just took charge of the jack gang. Due to the external pressure, he never had time to understand the brothers of the jack gang.
Now take the opportunity to look at the archives and learn more about your own people.
Because before the note to write expertise, so we all racked our brains.
Link glanced at it and found that unlocking, stealing, and writing about driving and dice were common.
Lin Ke first focused on his specialty, and what impressed him most was a guy who wrote "oral skills".
This special ability made link feel excited all over, and he remembered the name of this man, Quentin.
After a while, the third man knocked on the door and said, "boss, the room has been cleaned up."
"You call Ah Fu and everyone to the rest area. I have something to announce."
Link got up, smoothed the creases in his shirt and walked out of the office.
Old three and thugs, are like frost eggplant, low head wilt.
Link remembers that when he went out in the morning, the eyes of the thugs were full of brilliant brilliance, which was the expectation and yearning for the future.
But now, everyone is standing in line in the rest area.
It's like a doll to be played with, or a zombie without emotion.
When the territory is gone, the white crane hall begins to attack. Instead of leading them to attack, the boss shrinks.
They can only watch Jack help this "critically ill" old man, a little breath, but there is no way.
A deep sense of powerlessness took root in the hearts of all.
Ah Fu was the last one to arrive. He came back from outside in a hurry, sweating.
"Ah Fu, what are you doing?"
Asked link curiously, looking at Ah Fu panting."I'm practicing at the entrance of the alley. Didn't the boss say last night that I should practice my car well?"
Link put his hands on his chest and half sat on the table: "wipe the sweat first, and then take out the things in the backpack."
Lick dog younger brother quickly handed over the tissue, Ah Fu simply wiped the sweat on the forehead, and unloaded the reinforced backpack from the body.
"Boss, is that right here?" Ah Fu pointed to the empty concrete floor.
The third and the thugs looked at each other in a daze. They didn't know what they were talking about.
I don't know what the old man called them together to show them.
Ah Fu put his hand into the reinforced backpack, and soon something in the backpack fell to the ground.
All eyes were focused on the black pistol on the ground, and soon someone exclaimed.
"Usp1995 classic semi-automatic pistol!"
"Isn't this a pistol?" The thugs around said.
"This is not an ordinary semi-automatic pistol, this is the usp1995 classic! If you put it on the underground black market, this pistol can be sold to 6000 wasteland gangs! "
"What? Turn Ten times? " The thug opened his mouth and looked at this ordinary USP pistol. Unexpectedly, the price was ten times more expensive than the ordinary USP!
"The six thousand waste soil gangs are enough for us to collect half a street's protection fee." A lot of thugs take a sip and light up.
Ah Fu didn't care so much. No matter how surprised these thugs were, he just took out all the guns in his backpack and fell to the ground according to the boss's idea.
Ah Fu's reinforced backpack is like a bottomless hole, and the pistol is falling out of it.
The exclamation of the shooter who knew the gun never stopped.
None of the pistols that fogo took out of his backpack were of common use.
“M2000，P29，M1911……”
"Hiss! Collectible version of Colt's six rounds, underground black market, buy it now
As the shooter watched the gun fall to the ground, his body trembled.
In his opinion, these are all works of art. It's really distressing to fall to the ground like this.
The third man's head is buzzing with blank space, and there are more than a dozen pistols on the ground. However, Ah Fu's posture does not mean to end, on the contrary, he is more energetic.
Others didn't understand, but they were excited when they saw so many guns coming out of their backpacks.
"Your name is Zhang Ming, isn't it?" Link looked through the file. There was a guy named Zhang Ming in it. His specialty was "gun recognition".
Zhang Ming, who was called by his name, was a little flustered. At the same time, he was very happy. Unexpectedly, the boss knew his name.
"Boss, it's me!"
"Since you are distressed, help ah Fu to clean up together."
"All right!" The bright smile on Zhang Ming's face can't be stopped. He can touch his beloved baby with his own hands. This is a journey to realize his dream.
Zhang Ming walked forward and put all the pistols on the table.
Ah Fu took out his last pistol, patted his hands and breathed a sigh: "the pistols have been taken out!"
Zhang Ming's eyes brightened as he looked at a dozen pistols on the table.
These are works of art!
The eyes of other thugs are also shining. The boss has so many guns all at once. It's clear that he wants to do something!
"Boss, this is..." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a fu.
"Don't worry, there's more in the bag."
All kinds of mini submachine guns, single chamber shotguns and assault rifles.
The weapon that Ah Fu took out of his backpack is more powerful and more exaggerated.
In addition to the original guns, there are also upgraded reinforced rifles, and even several assault rifles, which Zhang Ming can't name.
When Ah Fu finally came out with his sniper gun in his hands, Zhang Ming's mouth was so wide open that he could put in a fist.
At the moment, the eyes of the third and other thugs behind him are gradually sand sculpted, their eyes are dull, and their brains are completely down.
Besides the guns on the table, the capacity of Ah Fu's backpack makes them feel unreal.
"This, this is the butcher Dismemberer..."
Zhang Ming trembled and said the name of the sniper gun.
"Eight times optical sniper lens, specially customized long muffler, specially modified length and detachable setting, hand sewn rhino leather butt, special high-energy armor piercing bullet This gun was completely customized when it left. "
"How much is this gun?" Ah Fu asked curiously.
Zhang Ming shook his head solemnly and said: "the price of the ordinary version of the underground black market is 60000-80000 waste coins. This one is completely customized. The price will only be higher! "
Hiss!
Everyone in the room except link took a breath.
What's the concept of a 100000 gun?Looking at the guns piled up on the dining table, it looks like a small arsenal.
Most of the guns in their hands are bought from underground black market second-hand shops.
The price of a new gun usually fluctuates between seven or eight hundred. The price of a simple second-hand pistol can be reduced to three or four hundred.
But the cheapest gun on the table in front of me was two or three thousand waste coins.
The thugs have a rare feeling that Granny Liu enters the Grand View Garden.
"Oh, by the way, I forgot. There's something I haven't cleaned up."
Ah Fu said and took out four bulletproof vests from his backpack.
Muddleheaded thugs gradually regained their consciousness, and their eyes lit up the fire of revenge.
Fuck, take this gun.
They even have the courage to go out and fight with the other three gangs!
"Now, move these guns to the room inside, and that room will be the arsenal of our Jack gang."
In this case, there is no need to specify the arrangement.
One by one, the thugs were like playing dope. They took the initiative to help and move all the guns and equipment into the room.
One side of the third, looking at the well-established, mouth slightly cocked boss, the heart can not help but sigh: boss, how many surprises and cards do you have!
P. S: I'm going to be on the shelves next Friday. I know many people won't pay to subscribe to this book, so how about giving Wanjun two more recommended tickets now?
"Rare animal beauty contest?"
The third member of the competition knows that it is sponsored by Sandu entertainment daily. Sandu holds one competition every year, and this year is the fifth.
It's just that most of the participants are ladies and ladies in the upper city. It can be said that they are in a small circle. Besides
"Boss, you may be new to Sandu and you don't know much about some things."
The third man first opened his mouth to find a step for link, and then said: "although it says that all can sign up to participate in this activity, it's mainly aimed at the ladies and celebrities in the upper city. It's an activity in their small circle, and it's hard for outsiders to squeeze in. And this activity takes a long time and has a lot of process. Now it's just a primary, and the final doesn't start until the middle and late May. "
"Even if we win the championship in the end, the reward is only 150000, which can't solve the urgent problem."
Now Jack's site is completely lost, and there is no sign that the animals in the basement can be sold.
There's a week to go before it's time to pay the monthly confession to the white crane hall. Next, Jack's way will be more and more difficult.
Before the boss came back with a confident pace, saying that Jack's gang was going to be brilliant, the third thought that the boss was ready.
But after knowing the boss's suggestion, the third man's heart seemed to be poured with cold water.
Link took a panoramic view of the third man's facial expression and said, "it's OK. I just use the animal beauty pageant as a pedal to get the reputation of Jack's wild animals out. By the way, third, you now arrange the staff to copy out an empty room. The larger the room, the better. I can use it. "
Third, he wanted to persuade him again, but he hesitated for a moment and still couldn't say it. Besides, I'm afraid it would make him feel disgusted and counterproductive.
This wave of white crane hall is so fierce that it directly pinches the lifeblood of the jack gang. The boss still thinks about animal beauty pageant, regardless of the low mood of the gang brothers.
It's going to be over. It's going to be over!
The old three feebly place three or five people: "you, you, you, and you, all come with me to clean up the house."
The faces of the thugs were also full of reluctance, and the faces of those who were called were even worse.
"The territory is gone. What are we doing with the house now? Are we going to train us to be nannies?"
"If we go on like this, we won't last two months, will we?"
"Before, when Jack was in, the revenue and expenditure of the camp were just the same. Now that the site is gone, it's bound to collapse. It's just a matter of time."
The third clapped his hands and said, "well, don't complain. It's not good for the boss to hear it. Move things quickly."
Link is in the office. Open the file bag and get all the information out.
Many of the characters are crooked and the strokes are trembling. It can be seen that writing is a very difficult thing for them.
This has something to do with the educational environment in the slums.
There were schools in the slums, but they only taught basic reading and literacy.
Rulers and dignitaries do not want anyone to cross the class, so they have always adopted the policy of captive breeding in slums.
Two days ago, Linke just took charge of the jack gang. Due to the external pressure, he never had time to understand the brothers of the jack gang.
Now take the opportunity to look at the archives and learn more about your own people.
Because before the note to write expertise, so we all racked our brains.
Link glanced at it and found that unlocking, stealing, and writing about driving and dice were common.
Lin Ke first focused on his specialty, and what impressed him most was a guy who wrote "oral skills".
This special ability made link feel excited all over, and he remembered the name of this man, Quentin.
After a while, the third man knocked on the door and said, "boss, the room has been cleaned up."
"You call Ah Fu and everyone to the rest area. I have something to announce."
Link got up, smoothed the creases in his shirt and walked out of the office.
Old three and thugs, are like frost eggplant, low head wilt.
Link remembers that when he went out in the morning, the eyes of the thugs were full of brilliant brilliance, which was the expectation and yearning for the future.
But now, everyone is standing in line in the rest area.
It's like a doll to be played with, or a zombie without emotion.
When the territory is gone, the white crane hall begins to attack. Instead of leading them to attack, the boss shrinks.
They can only watch Jack help this "critically ill" old man, a little breath, but there is no way.
A deep sense of powerlessness took root in the hearts of all.
Ah Fu was the last one to arrive. He came back from outside in a hurry, sweating.
"Ah Fu, what are you doing?"
Asked link curiously, looking at Ah Fu panting."I'm practicing at the entrance of the alley. Didn't the boss say last night that I should practice my car well?"
Link put his hands on his chest and half sat on the table: "wipe the sweat first, and then take out the things in the backpack."
Lick dog younger brother quickly handed over the tissue, Ah Fu simply wiped the sweat on the forehead, and unloaded the reinforced backpack from the body.
"Boss, is that right here?" Ah Fu pointed to the empty concrete floor.
The third and the thugs looked at each other in a daze. They didn't know what they were talking about.
I don't know what the old man called them together to show them.
Ah Fu put his hand into the reinforced backpack, and soon something in the backpack fell to the ground.
All eyes were focused on the black pistol on the ground, and soon someone exclaimed.
"Usp1995 classic semi-automatic pistol!"
"Isn't this a pistol?" The thugs around said.
"This is not an ordinary semi-automatic pistol, this is the usp1995 classic! If you put it on the underground black market, this pistol can be sold to 6000 wasteland gangs! "
"What? Turn Ten times? " The thug opened his mouth and looked at this ordinary USP pistol. Unexpectedly, the price was ten times more expensive than the ordinary USP!
"The six thousand waste soil gangs are enough for us to collect half a street's protection fee." A lot of thugs take a sip and light up.
Ah Fu didn't care so much. No matter how surprised these thugs were, he just took out all the guns in his backpack and fell to the ground according to the boss's idea.
Ah Fu's reinforced backpack is like a bottomless hole, and the pistol is falling out of it.
The exclamation of the shooter who knew the gun never stopped.
None of the pistols that fogo took out of his backpack were of common use.
“M2000，P29，M1911……”
"Hiss! Collectible version of Colt's six rounds, underground black market, buy it now
As the shooter watched the gun fall to the ground, his body trembled.
In his opinion, these are all works of art. It's really distressing to fall to the ground like this.
The third man's head is buzzing with blank space, and there are more than a dozen pistols on the ground. However, Ah Fu's posture does not mean to end, on the contrary, he is more energetic.
Others didn't understand, but they were excited when they saw so many guns coming out of their backpacks.
"Your name is Zhang Ming, isn't it?" Link looked through the file. There was a guy named Zhang Ming in it. His specialty was "gun recognition".
Zhang Ming, who was called by his name, was a little flustered. At the same time, he was very happy. Unexpectedly, the boss knew his name.
"Boss, it's me!"
"Since you are distressed, help ah Fu to clean up together."
"All right!" The bright smile on Zhang Ming's face can't be stopped. He can touch his beloved baby with his own hands. This is a journey to realize his dream.
Zhang Ming walked forward and put all the pistols on the table.
Ah Fu took out his last pistol, patted his hands and breathed a sigh: "the pistols have been taken out!"
Zhang Ming's eyes brightened as he looked at a dozen pistols on the table.
These are works of art!
The eyes of other thugs are also shining. The boss has so many guns all at once. It's clear that he wants to do something!
"Boss, this is..." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a fu.
"Don't worry, there's more in the bag."
All kinds of mini submachine guns, single chamber shotguns and assault rifles.
The weapon that Ah Fu took out of his backpack is more powerful and more exaggerated.
In addition to the original guns, there are also upgraded reinforced rifles, and even several assault rifles, which Zhang Ming can't name.
When Ah Fu finally came out with his sniper gun in his hands, Zhang Ming's mouth was so wide open that he could put in a fist.
At the moment, the eyes of the third and other thugs behind him are gradually sand sculpted, their eyes are dull, and their brains are completely down.
Besides the guns on the table, the capacity of Ah Fu's backpack makes them feel unreal.
"This, this is the butcher Dismemberer..."
Zhang Ming trembled and said the name of the sniper gun.
"Eight times optical sniper lens, specially customized long muffler, specially modified length and detachable setting, hand sewn rhino leather butt, special high-energy armor piercing bullet This gun was completely customized when it left. "
"How much is this gun?" Ah Fu asked curiously.
Zhang Ming shook his head solemnly and said: "the price of the ordinary version of the underground black market is 60000-80000 waste coins. This one is completely customized. The price will only be higher! "
Hiss!
Everyone in the room except link took a breath.
What's the concept of a 100000 gun?Looking at the guns piled up on the dining table, it looks like a small arsenal.
Most of the guns in their hands are bought from underground black market second-hand shops.
The price of a new gun usually fluctuates between seven or eight hundred. The price of a simple second-hand pistol can be reduced to three or four hundred.
But the cheapest gun on the table in front of me was two or three thousand waste coins.
The thugs have a rare feeling that Granny Liu enters the Grand View Garden.
"Oh, by the way, I forgot. There's something I haven't cleaned up."
Ah Fu said and took out four bulletproof vests from his backpack.
Muddleheaded thugs gradually regained their consciousness, and their eyes lit up the fire of revenge.
Fuck, take this gun.
They even have the courage to go out and fight with the other three gangs!
"Now, move these guns to the room inside, and that room will be the arsenal of our Jack gang."
In this case, there is no need to specify the arrangement.
One by one, the thugs were like playing dope. They took the initiative to help and move all the guns and equipment into the room.
One side of the third, looking at the well-established, mouth slightly cocked boss, the heart can not help but sigh: boss, how many surprises and cards do you have!
P. S: I'm going to be on the shelves next Friday. I know many people won't pay to subscribe to this book, so how about giving Wanjun two more recommended tickets now?
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