my old life

Chapter 2471 Mr. Cruz

Mike looked stern and cold, as if he had completely changed his appearance, and I felt a sense of danger in him.

He came here in the middle of the night in a suit and leather shoes, and brought all the people here. It was obvious that there was going to be a 'battle'!
Mike walked into the hotel first, and I greeted Bai Xingchen to follow, all of them looked very orthodox in suits and leather shoes.

An occasion where you can wear formal clothes must be very formal, but if you don't do anything in the middle of the night, then there is only one possibility left...

In many cases, wearing formal clothes represents a kind of respect, and there are not many people who can make Mike respect, at least people like Laozi can't get it.

After entering the hotel, more than a dozen people in suits greeted them. I felt that the hotel had a strong black atmosphere. I couldn't explain it clearly, but I could feel it.

A foreigner greeted Mike, and Mike handed over his pistol, and then searched them one by one.

Their body search is very fast and professional, without metal detection but more meticulous, even the lighters and cigarettes on the body have to be checked.

Ten minutes later, everyone passed the inspection. Mike took a meaningful look at my new leather shoes, but I had already replaced the arches in the shoes.

Everyone entered the three elevators, I chose to take the same elevator with Mike, and Jennifer pressed the 28th floor.

It seems that Jennifer has been here before, but now that Mike is here, I can't ask anything, but I feel that the atmosphere is getting more and more depressed.

At this moment, the elevator was extremely quiet, and the sound of cables could even be heard when the elevator was running, making the atmosphere more and more depressing.

"Hoo hoo." I took a deep breath to keep myself calm, no matter what kind of big man, he has to be a person after all.

When the elevator stopped, there was a row of sofas in front of them. A group of foreigners in suits came up and searched. This time, metal detectors were used.

There was someone guarding with a gun next to him, and the big guy in this posture must be extraordinary. From the side, it can be seen that the people inside have offended many people.

The purpose of such precautions is to put prevention first, people will only feel guilty if they do too many bad things, and no normal person would engage in this form.

The inspection downstairs just now seems to be a reminder, and the inspection now is more detailed, as long as it is not growing on the body, it must be taken out.

A pile of lighters and cigarettes were searched out. This posture seemed very strict, and the most important thing was that Mike was also treated in the same way.

After passing the inspection, someone opened a door. Someone was guarding the end of a long corridor, and the big guy should be inside.

Mike brought so many people here. It felt a little emboldened, and it also seemed to be a manifestation of strength. After all, there are always more than a dozen people around the boss.

After entering the door, there is a large hall inside. There are many people sitting in the dark on both sides, all of them are wearing suits.

"Hawkeye and Jennifer come with me, and the others go to the side to rest."

On one side of the hall is a semi-circular transparent glass wall, like a viewing platform, where there are several sofas and some people.

"Jennifer, who are we meeting?"

"Shh, Mr. Cruz."

When I heard this, I nodded immediately. I need to know who the person is, so I can be sure. But I didn't expect that it would be so troublesome for Mike to meet the behind-the-scenes boss.

The translucent round table is about 30 square meters. Opposite a huge desk are two rows of opposing sofas, which looks more like a place for negotiation.

In front of the desk was a slightly fat old man with sagging skin and bags under the eyes. He didn't look like a gangster.

He was wearing a black casual suit with his tie-less shirt open, giving him a very casual look.

Mike stepped forward to greet him with a bow, and I bowed along with him. There must be some rules.

After saying hello, Mike turned his head and sat on the red sofa. There were six seats in total, and four of them were already seated including Mike.

There are two white men and one Chinese. The Chinese is about 40 years old. He is imposing and has sharp eyes, but it is difficult to judge his nationality.

Many Chinese immigrants chose to immigrate several generations ago. Their offspring will not change much in appearance, but the culture they accept is completely different.

The other two guys look very similar. They are all white men in their 30s, with a strong hostility and sharp eyes.

One has a ring tattoo on his neck, as well as tattoos on the back of his hand and fingers, and he has a frenzy in his eyes.

This feeling is not clear but can be felt, especially when this guy looks at other people with disgust in his eyes.

From the way they looked at Mike, I think these people are not friendly, they should not be Mike's friends.

Many times the potential relationship can be sensed through a person's eyes, especially if they didn't greet Mike and Mike ignored them.

It's obvious that Mike doesn't have a good relationship with them, and it seems that these people here don't have a good relationship, but being able to come here must be doing things for Mr. Cruz.

Jennifer and I stood behind Mike, and everyone was followed by people, who should be confidantes or confidantes.

Among these people, Mike was the youngest, and now he was full of vigor, like a beast that would eat anyone at any time!
I have never seen Mike with such a stern look, nor have he seen such an aggressive look in his eyes. This moment should be his true face.

The old man at the desk seemed to be in good spirits, but I didn't feel any hostility or aggression.

I think this old man should be Mr. Cruz. He is different from any bigwig I have ever seen, and even gives people the feeling of a kind old man.

I don't know if it's because people will wear off their sharpness after reaching a certain level, but I can tell from Mike's attitude that this old guy is not ordinary.

Immediately afterwards, another group of people came in. This group of people were all niggers, and their strong bodies almost burst their suits.

The old Hei who takes the lead has obvious characteristics, a small curly lip with thick lips, protruding eyeballs like a bull's eye, and some bloodshot eyes.

He stepped forward and bowed deeply, and Mr. Cruz said something in a babble, I couldn't understand the specifics, as if he was stating something.

He spoke in a low voice and very slowly, but everyone listened quietly and no one interrupted, and the atmosphere was unexpectedly quiet.

There are only five seats for six people. I don't know who the other one is, but I feel like I won't come again.

"Crack!" Suddenly there was a sharp sound, which was very harsh in the quiet space, and the sound came from the rest area next to it.

It seemed that someone had broken a cup or something, business interrupted Mr. Cruz, he rolled his eyelids and waved his hand lightly.

Several black suits rushed over immediately, and I didn't see clearly who the person who broke the cup was, but he was 'invited' out immediately.

Mr. Cruz took out a cigar and put it in his mouth. Someone nearby helped to start the fire, and he said nothing more.

"Pa pa pa pa!" There were three gunshots outside, and the sound made one's scalp tingle!
I thought to myself that I just broke a cup, is it just that dead?Don't even ask who it is?

The four people on the sofa were expressionless and did not express anything, and no one cared who the person who was shot was. This scene shocked me!

I'm worried, maybe it's Bai Xingchen?Logically speaking, it shouldn't be. The figure just now looked like an old black man.

Mr. Cruz cleared his throat and continued talking, but I couldn't understand a word of what he said, and Mike didn't speak at all.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, tension and fear filled my heart, this seemingly harmless old man was a ruthless character who killed people without blinking an eye!

Anyone in this world has the possibility to make mistakes, but he didn't give people a chance to redeem, no chance at all!

I don't understand why Mike brought me here, he can be regarded as a confidant with Jennifer, but I can't be regarded as a confidant anyway!

Mr. Cruz continued to say something, Mike was sitting upright, his subconscious movements showed that he was nervous and respectful.

I don't know who this Mr. Cruz is, nor how much energy he has, but he gives me an unprecedented feeling.

If I saw such a person on the street, I might not take a second look, because it is too mediocre...

If a person can hide his emotions to an unfathomable level, then he will not be aggressive, let alone feel his hostility.

I secretly took a deep breath, feeling that I was about to suffocate in this environment, the feeling was too depressing!

(End of this chapter)