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"No, no, no... this time is different." Lancer smiled and shook his head. Unlike the last time when Lancer was full of complaints, this time, Lancer was very happy to let Irons move by himself, even casually. He even asked for a Luger from Phil's mother and gave it to Irons. Gideon and several other men of Irons all received an original MP40 in excellent condition as a gift.

Yes, Lancer, this stingy guy, didn't want to give STG44, so he gave a few MP40s.

"That old fox Irons might be able to give free information, but if you want him to help you clean up these guys, I'm afraid he will have to pay a sky-high price." Lancer laughed. Friendship is friendship, and business is business. Lancer knew this very well. Irons was certainly willing to help solve this matter, but it was obvious that there would be a price to pay for doing so, either now or in the future.

Of course, Lancer could also do it himself. This time he had sufficient reasons. Even if Negative Film and Kingpin stood in front of him, the other party would not be able to find any fault. After all, they were the ones who violated the agreement first.

But that's not how it works. The people sent to do this are all the elite forces of the two men. It's not an exaggeration to say that they are confidants. So if Lancer touches them, then Kingpin or Negative will have to confront Lancer even if it's just a gesture, and then investigate the situation, otherwise it will be difficult to lead the team.

The result is that this way of making money without doing anything is likely to fail. Given Lancer's temper, there is no chance that he will play along with them. He may have to have a good fight with these two. Although the result is unlikely to be a lose-lose situation, it is only possible that these two people's heads will be hung somewhere like some stubborn guy.

But Lancer has almost given up on this way of making money. Why bother doing it himself when he can just lie down and make money?

"They are smart." Knight Ji came over to help Lancer pack up, snorting in dissatisfaction. When RO635 heard about this, he was really furious. The route given to you by the commander, you just ruined it like this? And you actually put this kind of thing in the supermarket warehouse open to the public! Hey! Bring me my gun! You won't see the sun tomorrow!

"Mr. Lancer, we have basically finished moving, and there are still a few boxes left. Thank you very much for your timely replenishment of arms, which is exactly what we need." Gideon knocked on the door and pushed it open to enter the command cabin. The moment he entered the door, he felt somewhat surprised. After all, there were seven or eight people in the cabin, but Lancer was the only male...

"You're welcome. Tell that old devil Irons to come back to me next time when he has money to pay." Lancer cursed with a smile. Irons had provided the other party with a large amount of arms and weapons twice before, but he didn't give a penny, even though this should be at the request of Frank Underwood. But this time, Irons finally had money to pay Lancer after killing a bunch of drug dealers. This is why Lancer was very happy to ask Irons' men to move quickly this time, and he was just short of having a clearance sale here! It's not easy to see the return of money!

"Mr. Lancer, I will convey your request to Mr. Irons." Gideon said with a smile. He did not take Lancer's complaints to heart. After all, Lancer in front of him was almost like their angel investor. For a period of time, Lancer's supplies supported their combat effectiveness. Besides, they did not pay before. Irons sold his own property to pay for the brothers' pensions.

His own mansion and car.

The arrival of this batch of supplies, especially rockets, will greatly enhance the combat effectiveness of Atlas, which is almost the key to their foothold in Colombia. Then according to Irons' plan, when the first batch of local gunners are trained, Atlas will be on the right track! This batch of heavy firepower is very important for their future, and yesterday, Irons and Lancer talked for a long time, and the two seemed to have reached some fatal agreement.

After all, it now seems that Irons has taken root in this place, and the soon-to-be-established Atlas will also suck the human resources and wealth of Colombia and the northern countries of South America to feed itself, and eventually grow step by step.

"Ions' goal is ambitious, and you are under a lot of pressure. Come on, don't fall behind." Lancer shook hands with Gideon. Lancer was speechless when he saw that this confidant of Irons had inexplicably defected in the very end. However, at the moment, Lancer felt that it was unlikely that this confidant would defect in the short term.

"Thank you, Mr. Lancer. I'll try my best." Gideon smiled and nodded. "Oh, by the way, we took all the bulletproof plates on the ship. This batch is very good. Can you restock it?"

"I understand. I'll get more." Lanser nodded. This situation was not surprising at all. The fight between these guys was quite intense. When they were fighting hand to hand, it was inevitable that they would be hit by the opponent's bullets. As a result, the plug provided by Lanser successfully saved many people, which made the attitude of these mercenaries towards the plug provided by Lanser with Chinese characters changed from being skeptical at the beginning to praising it.

"Then goodbye! I wish you a safe journey."

"Wish you all the best, too."

1-112 Breakfast, phone call

"New York, we're finally getting there! Contact Maxwell, we have to clean up the boat this time!" Lancer stretched and said unhappily, "My own shipyard doesn't even have a queue-jumping service. I'm your boss! Maxwell is no good."

"Look! You haven't had breakfast yet." Fei's mother brought Lancer's breakfast, a simple meal prepared by Springfield for Lancer. Because it was a shift duty, Lancer had been in the command cabin early in the morning. "Don't talk about going ashore to eat delicious food! We won't be fooled by you twice!" As she spoke, Fei's mother rolled her eyes at Lancer.

The last time they were about to enter the port in the morning, Lancer declared that he didn't want to stay on the ship and wanted to go to Chinatown for morning tea. The girls were fooled by Lancer, and M4 even reserved a seat, but ended up waiting without breakfast. After all, there was only an hour left in the voyage, so there shouldn't be so many things to do... probably!

After the berthing and handover were completed, the girls felt that they were fooled by Lancer, because the time had gone from 4 o'clock to o'clock, and morning tea had directly become afternoon tea! Although they still had a happy meal, they were still somewhat indignant, especially M who helped Lancer reserve the seat and felt like an accomplice.

So today, when Lanser was about to go ashore for a big meal, he immediately stopped this stupid behavior, "This is the breakfast your beloved cook made for you! Eat it well, dear!" Then the next moment, Fei's mother snorted coldly, "Humph! Not a good boy!" As soon as Fei's mother put down the tray, Lanser's claws had already landed on Fei's mother's plump buttocks. Beat her! Don't spoil her!

Then, Fei Ma was pulled into Lanser's arms. Of course, if Fei Ma didn't want to, Lanser would probably use force to pull her up. "Okay, let's have breakfast! Uh!" Lanser hugged Fei Ma with a smirk on his face, and then Fei Ma stuffed his mouth with a croissant.

Seeing Lancer biting the croissant with a confused expression, Fei's mother laughed happily. The bad boy wanted to go against his mother! What a damn misjudgment of his own strength!

"Good morning! I'm here... Oh, it seems I'm still a little early. Commander, remember to hang a "Do Not Disturb" sign outside the door before you do anything next time." After Brother Sixteen came in, he found Lancer tearing bread with Fei Ma, taking turns to eat. Having experienced similar treatment, he walked to the navigator's seat with a smile and quickly accessed the system to search. "New York CBP sent a greeting message. Oh, it seems that they have found a lot of things recently. They are asking when we will go to 'clean up the warehouse'."

"Ha... After we pick up the goods, we will put them in the warehouse, and then let Jin Bing and the others send them to Colombia. Let Irons pick them first, and the rest will be sent back to Central and South America." Lancer made a quick decision. The seized stolen cars were basically big-brand cars in relatively good condition. In a sense, these cars were sent to Colombia, and Irons might really just use them casually.

After all, for Irons, who is already working on building Atlas, these luxury cars are not bulletproof and need to be modified by themselves if they want to use them. It would be better to get some write-off goods directly from the US military. After all, the vehicles that were lost on the battlefield might be waiting to be loaded on board at a port?

Of course, this is something that can only be done after you have time. Now, if Lancer can provide a batch of vehicles with good performance at a reasonable price, there is no reason for Irons to refuse. After all, in the worst case, he can use these cars to bribe some government officials. Whether they are second-hand or not, for a country like Colombia, which has a high acceptance of second-hand cars, it is not a big deal at all.

"But no matter what, it's so annoying!" Lanser, who was holding Fei Ma, accepted the feeding from Fei Ma.

, while complaining loudly, is this considered forced overtime? He originally thought that he would have a good sleep after entering the port!

During this period, Lanser was training hard, trying to master the power of the ten rings, or at least master more. It was embarrassing to only be able to use three. As a result, Lanser was exhausted physically and mentally. Lanser planned to have a big meal after landing, and then have a good sleep.

"Commander, you don't want to do anything now that you're close to the port. You just want to go home." Brother Sixteen started to laugh at Lancer next to him without hesitation. He raised his eyebrows at Lancer, and then Lancer made two gestures that only the two of them seemed to understand. Brother Sixteen rolled his eyes and ignored Lancer. You just brag all day and keep me from getting off the ground? Are you sure? Commander, I can really do this all day and all night without stopping.

"We must take a good rest after we go back, although we really didn't expect to encounter so many things during this voyage." Lancer lay on Fei Ma's shoulder and glanced at her. "Fei Ma alone has used full firepower twice! Fortunately, I don't have to pay for the ammunition, otherwise, the ammunition fee alone would have been enough to make me jump off the building, because this is not just firing one shot at a time, or just one round of artillery shells, but the main gun alone fired hundreds of rounds." Lancer estimated that if he really had to pay for the shells, he would definitely be forced to sell his house.

"It's a call from Mr. Stark." At this time, Brother Sixteen was slightly stunned. Apparently, AR15 had just sent a berthing report to the Port Authority. There was absolutely no problem with the logbook that M4 had done the homework on. There was no need to worry about their berthing in Cuba being discovered. And most of the guys in the Port Authority were not so idle. But how did Stark know about it?

"Mr. Stark? It's not a good habit to spy on others. Fortunately, I'm not a girl, otherwise I would have to extort my life's living expenses from you." Lancer started to speak ill of Stark. Stark said that he would look for Lancer after he came back. Plus, Lancer knew Jarvis's abilities, so Lancer didn't think it was strange that he knew that it was a surprise to receive a call from Stark when he was close to New York.

"Living expenses? Oh, um... don't you want some compensation for your youth? Actually, you can ask for it now! Honey?" Stark was obviously a little surprised by Lancer's teasing, but he didn't hate such interactions, so he just hit back directly. Moreover, he could imagine how the girls of that bastard would react after he said "Honey". The corners of his mouth were already curled up.

"You're worthy of it! I'll send the compensation application to your assistant Miss Pepper later, and that's all, right?" Lanser smiled bitterly and shook his head. He actually misjudged this guy's moral integrity. This really made people speechless, but it doesn't matter, since you said you would give it to me, then I have the nerve to take it.

"Just fill in any seven-digit number." Stark didn't care and said directly, "Anyway, we agreed to get together again. I really want to know about the world you mentioned."

"Ha...Give me a large enough data storage space, and I will send you the record of the last battle, as well as the known information about the shits in the other world so far. Of course, this information is charged..." Lanser said with a smile. To him, this information was not very special. If you really wandered around in the other world, you would encounter these things more or less.

But for Tony Stark, it was a shocking start. He was no longer in a state of chaos. Looking around him, even if he was wearing a full body armor, the fog of chaos in front of him would not dissipate a bit. But now it was different. Lancer gave him detailed information, which was enough for Tony Stark to have at least a rational understanding when he entered this world.

"Very good, if it's you, this information should be valuable. No problem, fill in any 8-digit number." Stark agreed immediately, and immediately notified Jarvis to mobilize storage space and funds to buy Lancer's corresponding information. "Jarvis, you heard Mr. Lancer's request." Stark twisted his body to the music, "Satisfy him."

"Then give him a little shock." Lancer, who was hugging Fei Ma, winked and made eyes, obviously very proud of the fact that he had sold nearly 100 million US dollars with these materials. Until he was too reckless and Fei Ma pinched the soft flesh on his waist and started to "rotate the magnetic field", he almost screamed...

Otherwise Stark would laugh like a pig.

"Mr. Stark, the other party has begun to transmit data to the storage link we opened up. The speed is very fast, but the data is a bit huge! It exceeds expectations, and I need to open up additional storage space." There was clear doubt and disbelief in Jarvis' electronic voice.

"Hmm? Show me the transmitted content." Stark wiped his hands, put down the task he was currently working on, and looked at the screen in front of him. Jarvis displayed a large amount of intelligence data classified by categories. The content of these messages was already terrifying to Ayato.

Then, he saw the combat video of the AR team breaking into the monastery. Stark was amazed at the various aliens being beaten into ashes amidst the flying bullets and explosions. "Wow! This is... the way of communication in your world?"

"Only us and

These guys who want to take advantage of humans." Lanser did not hang up the phone. Although not all worlds have a good relationship with Stark in front of him, at least a certain wizard has used magic to imprison Stark more than once.

But there are also people who trust each other to the point of relying on each other for life and death! "I will lead the brothers first. If I fail, you will need to lead the others to face that purple-skinned bastard. At least I will get you some intelligence back."

After saying this, "Lancer" led the Griffin army wearing high-quality power armor produced by Stark Industries onto the springboard of the spaceship, ready to fight a life-and-death battle with a guy who roamed the galaxy before the Soul Stone. Afterwards, he really fought with Thanos on the predetermined battlefield, but unfortunately Thanos still succeeded.

To put it another way, Lancer felt that Stark was basically trustworthy before he turned evil. At least Stark was much more reliable than S.H.I.E.L.D.

"What is this!? These guys are having their blood drawn?" Stark reached out and swiped the information, then saw a video with an earlier date. After watching it for a few times, he said in disbelief that the scene in front of him was really hard to accept.

"You saw... the Blood Ranch?" Lanser said simply, "Well, aren't these bastards very creative? They turned humans into something that can provide a continuous supply of food."

"..." Stark was silent for a moment. "At least I'm beginning to agree with one thing. I should take another look. Tell me, did you destroy this place? If not, I want to know the reason."

"Of course, the whole thing was blown to pieces. By the way, I have a small question for our clever Mr. Stark. Can you guess which organization has killed the most aliens so far?" Lancer's mouth curled up.

"It should be... the army! At least I know that the U.S. military has consumed a large amount of ammunition in a certain area several times in the name of exercises, many of which were outdated incendiary bombs." Stark's intelligence quickly allowed him to guess something. "Are you trying to say that compared to a small number of elites like you, the army is the real backbone for ordinary people to face these monsters?

"Well... Mr. Stark, it just so happens that two of my friends will receive special blessings from the Holy See tomorrow and become their sharp blades to fight crime. Would you like to see the last remnants of the Knights Templar in the 21st century?" Lancer said softly. Naturally, these two people were none other than John Wick and Deadpool.

John Wick was still a little hesitant, as he was worried that he hadn't gotten rid of the past quickly enough and would be put into new shackles. Deadpool even scratched his butt to show that he didn't have any ideas.

Lancer suggested that he should let John go and take a look first. In any case, the Holy See was more rule-abiding than Gaucho, and their protection was relatively more reliable. As for Deadpool, Lancer simply slapped the bounty offered by the Archbishop on Deadpool's face.

"Oh! Baby! You mean an ordinary vampire is worth 1000 dollars! A well-known one is 10, and the high-end stuff of the Thirteen Clans starts at 20! God! Why didn't you say it earlier, you son of a bitch! Oh! Should I dress more formally, such as changing into a suit? What style? Young man, if you are so polite, will your boss give you a raise..." It didn't matter. Peter Parker next to him handed over a -dollar bill as instructed by the boss's wife.

"The boss is very nice! So I don't think I need anything extra." Peter Parker waved to the camera and turned to clean up.

"You're missing out on a lot of fun this way."

1-113 Arrival at the port, disembarkation

"Boss, don't worry. I've already arranged the shifts. We'll be cleaning the bottom of the Griffin this afternoon!" Maxwell smiled happily, his big white teeth stretched to his ears. He patted his chest and assured Lancer that he would start work soon. When Lancer came back, the Griffin would be in shiny new condition.

Lancer's last complaint made Maxwell feel very embarrassed. After all, his boss's request was not excessive at all. However, as the main person in charge of the shipyard, he could not spare the manpower to maintain the ship for his boss. In the end, he could only rely on the ship workers to voluntarily work overtime to barely carry out some basic maintenance on the Griffin.

This kind of thing made Maxwell very uncomfortable, so this time after confirming that Lancer and his crew had started to return, they had already started making arrangements so that the ship could be prepared directly when Lancer arrived at the dock.

When Lancer entered the port, he knew that Maxwell was ready, because he actually let Lancer and his men drive the ship into the dock. Apparently Maxwell was ready to start preparing to maintain the status of the Griffin.

After getting off the boat, Lancer patted Maxwell's shoulder happily. Maxwell's arrangement this time made Lancer very satisfied. "How is the shipyard recently? It can't be that business has become worse after the last attack." After Lancer said this, the humanoid girls looked over in unison and narrowed their eyes.

The previous attack was one of the few times Lancer faced danger, and the most important thing was that Lancer had not put on the bulletproof armor made by SOPII, and the bullets flew around Lancer's cheeks. There was no doubt that the girls were really angry that time. When they went out with their weapon bags, they really wanted to tear down the New York Continental Hotel, but they were stopped by BOOKMAN.

The reasons given by the other party and

The solution seems a bit funny today. After all, the Moscow Hotel provided a piece of intelligence. Although the truth or falsehood was unknown, the other party also said that it didn't matter whether they believed it or not. The 141st Task Force came to the Griffin, and it was obvious that the CIA was involved.

According to the description of Price and his team from Task Force 141, the big toy they were tracking just disappeared on the Mediterranean Sea in the heavy rain. So today, whenever Maxwell nodded, indicating that business was indeed affected, the girls didn't plan to waste time. After the commander went to bed, except for RO635 who was responsible for the commander's safety today, all the members set out without looking for excuses to cover up, and went directly to the Continental Hotel to knock on Winston's table, saying, "We are here to cause trouble!"

And it wasn't just the group of humanoid girls who were annoyed. Mother Fei also narrowed her eyes. The Lancer who attacked her, her child, oh, that iron-like building was really an eyesore!

Binjiang looked left and right, and although she didn't know why, the sisters around her suddenly began to look gloomy. But Binjiang also immediately decided that she had to be sociable and consistent with everyone else. Her eyes immediately raised, and the female knight immediately began to exude a fierce aura. No matter whose place I'm going to smash tonight, I'll be one of them!

"Continental Hotel? How dare these losers come to trouble us?" Maxwell laughed on the spot. "Even if the boss wasn't here, these spineless guys wouldn't have the guts to come. There are two real killers sleeping opposite. Boss, you really know how to run a business. Three meals a day plus midnight snacks, and a cleaned-up warehouse. They bought and installed the air conditioner themselves, and they have to help you watch the store at night." Maxwell laughed and teased his boss. This business is a good deal! Not to mention the retired John Wick, even the hiring price of Deadpool is not a small amount of money.

"But how much trouble have you helped these two bastards with?" Lanser snorted in annoyance. Taking in these two guys was the limit of what he could do. After all, he didn't plan to put his energy into playing a game of mud wrestling with these guys rolling in the mud. Isn't it better to go their own way? Why do you have to fight for an inexplicable reason? Vigo is your father and mother?

Meanwhile, the Russian mafia's dissatisfaction with Lancer was accumulating rapidly. According to M4, someone had already opened a betting line to see when a full-scale conflict between Lancer and the Russian mafia would break out.

This made Lancer a little unhappy. You dare to bet on me? I was thinking, even if I really had a fight with the Russian gang, I would definitely take you guys who were watching the show with me! Because Lancer knew that this guy was destined to get rich, because Lancer and the Russian gang couldn't fight at all! Good man, you will lose no matter what you buy.

In fact, Kingpin and Negative Film had already started to move. Under the mediation of Kingpin, they had a wave of contacts, and the communication between the two sides on the phone was relatively smooth. In any case, the reason why Vigo was hunted down by Wick was that his son first caused trouble for Wick, who had retired and was resting at home.

According to the rules of the underworld, it doesn't matter who you offend, as long as you can settle the matter yourself, you can be as tyrannical as you want. But if you can't settle the matter and are killed in the counterattack of the other party, then you deserve it! No one will sympathize with you at all. They are not judges, they will not stick to the details of the law, just follow the simple rules.

Judging from these rules, there is nothing wrong with what John Wick did. Even if there is, Vigo is already dead! What, is there really someone who wants to help the thief get revenge out of brotherhood? Come on, the Russian mafia is not a monolithic entity, and fighting among themselves is no easier than fighting outside.

The Russian mafia knew that Lancer was notorious! If they really fought, basically only one side would survive, and it would not be them! So they did not want to go to war with such a madman with a large amount of munitions. Even if they could recruit external aid and suppress Lancer for a while, the other side would most likely run to the ship and wait for endless attacks.

What allowed them to make a quick judgment was the news conveyed by the Orthodox Church. When Lancer was still floating on the Atlantic Ocean, the photos of the ruins of the Ukrainian monastery were like a cold wind from Siberia, blowing across their hearts and making their heated heads suddenly calm and sober, and their IQs regained their upper hand.

As people in the old European underground world, many of them have the contact information of these old things that have been entrenched in Europe for thousands of years, so they naturally know how difficult these things are. As a result, the church now tells them that these seemingly powerful vampires have been chopped into minced meat by Lancer, and the Orthodox priests are cleaning with vacuum cleaners, collecting the ashes of these things, and it is said that they will mix them with silver powder and pour them into cement to build roads.

This is one of the thirteen clans!

Only power, shocking!

Only power can make people rational!

Only power can make people awe!

So there will be a fight between Lancer and the Russian mafia? Don't be ridiculous. The other side has basically confirmed that as long as Lancer and they don't get along with them anymore, they will promise not to harass Lancer's community. This is also a fact that Lancer's influence radiates from the street where the shipyard is located to the entire area.

The whole so-called "community".

Of course, Lancer wasn't very interested in this community, but if Lancer didn't care, some damn bugs would come and occupy these peripheral things. After all, this is New York! If there is a power vacuum, someone will definitely come to occupy it. It's very annoying. So Lancer simply contacted two people and asked them if they were interested, Balalaika from the Moscow Hotel and Irons from Atlas.

Irons replied first, "I want them all!" After killing a bunch of drug dealers, Irons was not really short of money now. This slum-like place near Lancer was just right for him to buy and renovate to serve as his recruit training base and warehouse area. Lancer's shipyard was a useful cover. Irons felt that the number of piers at the Lancer shipyard was a little too few. If he paid, Lancer would definitely agree.

Balalaika, on the other hand, didn't seem to be interested. She was in charge of Southeast Asia. The fact that she and Lancer were a little bit pretentious didn't mean that Lancer was willing to get in touch with other people from the Moscow Hotel. After all, as mentioned before, if he followed the line of the Grand Moscow Hotel, he might find the door of the Lubyanka Hotel.

Although Lancer didn't do things according to the CIA's plan this time, which reduced a lot of difficulty for them, it is obvious that Lancer, who is in the United States, will not easily establish a deep relationship with them. Finding Balalaika seems to be more like poaching, but in their line of work, once you get in, it is not so easy to get out. After thanking Lancer for his kindness, Balalaika left.

"That's good." Lancer nodded. This trip really took a lot of time. Lancer took a deep breath, smiled and stretched his limbs. The sense of security that he finally had on the ground made Lancer very emotional. Then Lancer suddenly remembered the gift he had prepared for Maxwell before, and handed over the bag that SOPII was carrying. "Oh, by the way, hang this thing on the wall of your office. It's really worth 8. Find a way to hang it firmly and make it easy to take out. Do you know what it's for?"

"I see! Is this really worth 8?" Maxwell took a briefcase from Lancer, opened it and took a look, then looked at Lancer beside him with a somewhat surprised expression.

"This is a German STG44 from World War II. Go online and check how much it can be sold for." Lanser shrugged. There was no need to make up for this kind of thing. "This thing is an antique. The next time a fool breaks in, at least you have something to fight back.

"Okay, boss." Maxwell nodded with a smile. Lancer's gift was very practical. The next time someone attacked the shipyard, he could pick up this gun and make the other side regret it.

"I won't argue with you any more. I'm going to go back to sleep. I'm exhausted. I'll leave the boat to you." Lancer yawned and waved to Maxwell. Maxwell behind Lancer looked at the bag containing an assault rifle in his hand with a hesitant look on his face. Obviously, he didn't know how to deal with the gun. If he simply hung the gun on the wall, anyone who knew the value of it would definitely lose it.

"Well, it's a gift from the boss, it's worth 8 yuan!" Maxwell weighed the package, "It's just a little heavy. "Boss, um..."

Just as Lancer and Maxwell finished talking, John, who had been waiting for a while, ran over and walked up to Lancer, "I want to ask for leave."

"Sure, we'll probably stay in New York for at least two months, and we'll be back in time." Lanser agreed to John's request without even thinking about it. "You look so smiling, what's the good news?"

"This old man's daughter got into a good university, and he wants to rush back to celebrate for his daughter." The team members downstairs laughed and revealed the answer. "Duke University! Studying medicine!"

"Oh!? Has she saved enough for her college tuition? Studying medicine is not cheap." Lanser was stunned for a moment. "At least $5 a year in tuition, and all kinds of miscellaneous expenses will cost around $10 a year. John, if you pay for it all, you are selling your life to me."

"Boss, didn't I sell my life to you a long time ago?" John said with a smile, "And I really have to ask you for money. Her mother called me and hoped that I could take out 8 US dollars immediately. I still need or ." John looked helpless. He had never thought about this before. Lancer had already agreed with them that when they could no longer work, they would go to the western states to buy a large piece of land and become farmers together. So he had never saved much money. Now he had to come to the boss to borrow money.

"Haha, it's too polite to say borrowing. Consider it a gift for your daughter! Mother Fei, give him a real sum and go to Deutsche Bank to exchange the money. They have an agreement with us and you can get a good price when you exchange it." Lancer laughed and hit John below the shoulder. When it comes to giving money to his subordinates, Lancer is never soft-hearted, so these soldiers would rather get shot than protect Lancer.

"Thank you, boss!" John nodded and took a business card and a piece of plastic-sealed gold from Fei Ma's hand. John smiled happily.

"Listen up, you bastards, and you... Maxwell, oh, you're not married yet, you don't have any children, go away!" Maxwell's eyes widened when he heard what Lancer said, and he wanted to say that Lancer treated him differently, but Lancer didn't give them a chance, "Tell all those little bastards at home to study hard.

If they can get into a good university, your company's reward foundation will pay part of their tuition. If they can't get in, just pretend I didn't say anything! If you don't have a baby, don't ask! Go have one now!"

"I'll call right away!"

"Boss, you said this, but I have four children."

"Fuck, you're pretty good."

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