People Are in Marvel, and the System is Working As a Worker

Of course, there are also tough ones who feel that two hundred dollars is not enough to make up for their exhaustion and mental loss, and feel that this number should be increased.

Mike had anticipated this situation long ago, which is why old Logan was needed.Who made him look handsome and delicate, not oppressive at all.

As soon as the muscular and bearded old Logan appeared on the stage, two young men immediately said that the price increase was just a joke, and left with two hundred dollars.

There was another who was punched by Logan and spit out yellow acid water. He didn't dare to take the room fee and the two hundred yuan compensation, and walked away in despair.

The last one actually drew a gun.

Old Logan showed his claws directly, and chopped the pistol into two pieces, the cross section was very smooth.Then three shiny claws rested on the man's chin.

Mike searched the man's bag and found a bag of blue crystals—certainly not a good thing.

In that person's desperate eyes, he rushed into the toilet.

"So, it's not good to just take the money and leave. Those who are in the business don't know how to keep a low profile. They are looking for death."

After Mike asked Logan to fix him, he was thrown out of the hotel.

"Some people just don't understand my painstaking efforts. It's obviously for their own good. If a dog bites Lu Dongbin, you don't know a good heart."

Chapter 226: Money not only grows feet but also makes money (two in one)

Gabriela complained to Mike that it shouldn't be such a luxury to rent out the entire hotel.

Obviously, she didn't understand the conversation between Mike and old Logan.

Mike didn't explain, he said: "Maybe the ten thousand dollars will come back by itself."

Gabriela said with a smile: "The money has no feet, how could it run back by itself?"

Mike said: "Not necessarily, I don't know about other people's money, but sometimes my money will come back by itself."

Gabriela smiled, just thinking Mike was joking.But the money doesn't belong to her, it's just that after a day of getting along, getting to know her well, as a woman's nature of thrift and housekeeping, it's just a nagging one.

"Really, I swear, I saw they had two black travel bags full of money—green dollar bills."

The innkeeper who left the motel whiled away his time in the tavern.

Next to him is his brother-in-law.

Although he often wanted to strangle the dead fat woman at home, or wished to strangle himself when the dead fat woman was riding on his face, but he had to admit that as the second in command of the Black Sun Gang, his brother-in-law helped him drive away many people who tried to get their hands on the car Hotel jerk.

He caught a glimpse of Mike taking money from his travel bag.

Money in the bag?

Did not see.

The probability is very high.

But when Old Logan passed him with a gold bar travel bag, he heard the sound of gold bars colliding.

Yes, gold bars colliding, not iron bars, he had heard that sound only once.

But never forget.

Therefore, three black travel bags became two in his mouth.

As he expected, when he heard the two bags of money, his brother-in-law's eyes turned green, like a wolf who had been hungry for three days and three nights, seeing a fat lamb.

"It's done." The middle-aged boss thought to himself.

The plan is proceeding step by step according to what I think.

He smothered the whiskey in the glass in one gulp, then pretended to be incapable of drinking, humming a spicy tune, and staggered out of the tavern.

The brother-in-law of the middle-aged boss, Brand watched his brother-in-law walk out of the door, and cursed: "Trash!" Thinking about it in his heart.

According to the brother-in-law, the other party has an old man, a weird guy wearing a hoodie, a pair of sturdy-looking twins, a little white face, a Mexican woman, and a child.

They have pistols!

But this country is America, who hasn't got a gun yet!

Free Millican, shootouts every day... no kidding.

Brand took out his mobile phone and summoned his trusted brother.

If this deal is successful, he feels that he should be the second child of the Black Sun Gang, not the second in command.

Who disagrees?

Ha ha.

The hotel owner walked around the corner like a drunk, his eyes sparkled immediately, and he was not at all drunk.He took a detour, returned to the hotel, and lay down in the green belt.

He remembered which room the strong man kept his black travel bag.When my brother-in-law brought someone to the hotel and there was a conflict, he would rush into the room and take the gold bars away as quickly as possible, leaving two travel bags, just as he had told my brother-in-law before.

First of all, he felt that the group of people in the hotel must not be his brother-in-law's opponent.

Secondly, why did this group of people inexplicably book the hotel?

Definitely doing something shameful.

So even if the money is robbed, the police will not be called.

Besides, there is a grievance and a debtor, and the protection is also to protect his brother-in-law.

It's best to die with my brother-in-law.As soon as the brother-in-law dies, he will go home immediately and let the dead fat woman know why the flowers are so red!

As he thought about it, his smile gradually changed.

The fact is that the owner of the hotel, lying on the green belt for nearly 10 minutes, his brother-in-law did not disappoint him.

Two cars, a dozen or so people got off, each with a submachine gun.

The leader was Brand, the brother-in-law of the hotel owner, with dreadlocks, gold teeth, and a necklace like a dog chain.

The hotel owner couldn't help grinning silently.He got up, groped towards the room where the black travel bag was placed, and took out the spare key, feeling very excited.

the other side.

Holding the submachine gun upside down, Brand walked into the main entrance of the hotel with an unrecognizable pace.

A glance at the four people sitting around the sofa in the lobby: twin strong men, a weirdo with a pretty face and pale skin.

Pretty much what my brother-in-law said.

"Bitch, raise your hands, Mr. Brand has something to say!" Brand raised his submachine gun and aimed it at the four of them.Usually, he would start by calling a shuttle to scare him, but this is his brother-in-law's hotel, so forget it.

"Let me just say, money doesn't have legs, people have legs, and they will send the money back by themselves."

Brand didn't see the panic he expected. He saw the little boy grinning happily, and said, "Never underestimate the greed of human beings, and the stupidity of being blinded by greed."

It was Mike who spoke.

Charles is in his 90s and went to rest not long after dinner, as did Gabriela.Since she fled, she hasn't had a good night's sleep, and she is often awakened by nightmares at night.

Laura was in good spirits, but Gabriela dragged her away.

Caliban is afraid of light, so he is nocturnal. For him, a day's life has just begun.

Brand didn't see the expected panic, and was taken aback for a moment, not quite understanding the current situation.

Seeing that Mike was still laughing, he aimed his gun at Mike and said viciously: "Asshole, do you think I dare not shoot?! Fake, damn it, how dare you look down on me!"

There were harsh words in his mouth, but he didn't shoot after all, but took two steps forward, trying to hit him with the butt of the gun.

Before Brand could make a move, the submachine gun in his hand suddenly broke free from his palm and floated in the air.

Brand was dumbfounded.

Farke, too many drugs, hallucinations?

He looked back subconsciously, only to realize that the men behind him were experiencing the same situation as him.

Mike stood up and pointed his finger at Brand.

Following his movements, the floating gun turned around and aimed at its original owner.

click!

There was a soft sound.

Gun safety on.

That's right, Brand and the others didn't open the insurance, which is one of the reasons why they are still alive.

Brand raised his hands in a "swipe". "Hey, brother, don't be impulsive. I said, did you believe me if I said it was a misunderstanding?"

Mike smiled and said, "Letter."

boom!

A bullet was fired from the muzzle and hit the ground, only two centimeters away from Brand's feet.

Brand suddenly sweated on his forehead.

Mike smiled and said, "I said, this is a joke, do you believe it?"

Big sweat dripped down, and Brand asked cautiously, "Should I believe it, or shouldn't I?"

Mike grinned, this man is not only cowardly, but also a little smart and promising.

"Get rich, get rich."

In the room, the hotel owner saw three black travel bags piled on the ground randomly.

He couldn't wait to unzip the zipper.

Sure enough, two of them were banknotes, and the other was yellow gold.

Swallowing his saliva, the hotel owner reluctantly looked away and picked up the gold bag.

However, he ignores the fact that gold is heavier than imagined.

It's not easy to run with it.

He regretted it, and should have told his brother-in-law that there was a bag for gold instead of two bags for banknotes.

"No, the banknote has a serial number, so maybe it's being tracked." The hotel owner thought of the "knowledge" seen in the TV series to comfort himself, his choice was wise.

The hotel owner had just stepped out of his room and was in the process of re-locking the door when the gunshots were heard.

He was startled.

"Damn, why did you shoot?!" The hotel owner cursed in his heart.