Jamal asked Song Ya and Old Joe.
"No need." Song Ya waved his hand.
"Give me coffee, you shocked me today Jamal." Old Joe grinned and complained.
"Sorry, I actually want to talk to you and APLUS."
This guy doesn't know which one is wrong~www.mtlnovel.com~ or wants to re-establish authority in front of the two? "Bring in two cups of coffee for my guests, little Binny!" deliberately yelled outside the door, and finally the voice was so long, "Hahaha..." It was a strange smile.
"Money laundering..." He brought up business again.
"I told me to call me Sinaloa..."
Song Ya and Old Qiao Xu had been with Wei Snake for about ten minutes. Little Binny came in with two cups of coffee with a full face, put them on the table, and left a word.
"Be more diligent next time you let you do work, Binney."
Jamal handed the coffee to Song Ya and Old Joe.
‘Bah! ’
There was a loud noise at the door, which made Song Ya's ears buzzing. He ignored Jamal's coffee and immediately curled up and dodged in the opposite direction.
"I **** told you not to call me Binny!"
Little Binny rushed in with a roar, still smoking from the muzzle in his hand, ‘Bah! It was another shot, and another blood hole was opened in Jamal's chest. At this time, the opponent's body fell to the ground, and the coffee cup hit the tiger skin, making a slight muffled noise.
"Can't you hear!? Huh!? Can't you hear!?"
‘Bah! Huh! Huh! ’
Little Binny poured out the bullets in the gun holder at the corpse of the **** bobcat on the ground.
Everything suddenly calmed down, and he still kept shooting.
There were messy footsteps at the door, and several black people walked in to help the crowd. Song Yaxin, who had just recovered from the shock of the shock, raised her throat.
"He is your uncle, Binney!" An elderly gang snatched the gun in Little Binney's hand.
"He doesn't respect me."
Little Binney was still aggrieved. The gang who came in didn't seem to want to do anything to him. They stared at Jamal's body blankly, without saying a word, letting him go to the door and turn around.
"Also, you will not be allowed to call me Binny in the future."
Chicago 1990 Chapter 545: Safe home
"Hey! Where are you going?!"
Little Binny, oh no, Sinaloa disappeared at the door, and the elderly gang led people to chase them out. Apart from the choking gunpowder smoke and the smell of coffee, there were still two left in the room. A man with a **** bobcat, only seventeen or eighteen years old, with his hands on his hips, was stunned at Jamal who was so dead on the ground.
"let's go……"
The dark red blood under Jamal slowly spread out and flowed to Old Joe's shoes. He stood on tiptoe, curled up to the side of the sofa, bent his head with one arm, and Song Ya, who dared not move, whispered. Then he stood up and shouted at the two gangs in a black accent: "M-Fxxk! You guys first fix the family affairs OK!"
"Who knows what that kid is going crazy..." The two young gangs were really suppressed by his aura, "Who is the boss now?"
"How would I know……"
Taking advantage of their chatting time, "Let's go, hurry up." Old Qiao grabbed Song Ya's elbow and took him away from the house. The two did not stop him.
"Hey! Where are the men and women who came with us?" Old Qiao asked the man guarding outside the door again.
The other party screamed at the next door.
Old Joe pushed the door next door open. Old Mike and Linda were tied back to back on chairs, "Don't say a word, follow me." Old Joe took Song Ya to untie the rope for them, and then went out smoothly. .
Still no one stopped.
"Fxxk..." When he walked to the elevator entrance, Old Joe pressed the OK button, but there was no response at all.
"What to do? My gun was searched."
Old Mike had a large piece of skin on his forehead and it was already red and swollen. He looked at Song Ya up and down, "I thought you were..."
"I'm fine, uh, it seems that this building is blocked."
Song Ya's brain finally recovered at this time. He remembers being brought up from the corridor when he was here.
"Oh! Yes, my memory."
Old Qiao led the three of them to the stairs again. Linda was frightened. She sobbed silently, her arms clasped her chest tightly, and she didn't dare to lift her head.
"He doesn't respect me! Why doesn't he respect me!"
Sinaloa was blocked by a few gangs holding rifles of various models at the turn of the corridor below, stubbing their necks, and shouting at them, "Not today or tomorrow, anyway, I will kill him sooner or later! He is not worthy to be the boss. He deserves it!"
Some black aunts were gathered around the stairs on the next floor, peering upwards.
The sound of the four people's footsteps caught their attention, and Sinaloa also raised his head and glanced, with blood-red eyes as fierce as a beast.
"Today is really enough! Let's leave first and contact us later!" Old Joe bit his head and stepped down.
Song Ya helped Linda to follow him closely, and Old Mike protected at the end.
The other party still had nothing to say, until the four of them passed through the group and were about to descend to the last few steps, "Stop!" Suddenly someone shouted coldly.
The four immediately stopped, Song Ya held down the handrail of the stairs, his heart pounding.
"You know when to shut up, don't you?" he asked, stopping their voices.
"Yeah! Yeah! We are our own, of course we understand!"
Old Qiao waved to the back impatiently, "I've had enough! The first day I was released from prison, what a beautiful day it should have been!"
"Sorry, Joe..."
Sinaloa even apologized, "APLUS, next time I have time..."
"I know, welcome at any time." Song Ya also followed Old Qiao and waved back.
The four of them bowed their heads to avoid the gaze of the lively crowd, and walked to the elevator entrance on the first floor below, "..."
Old Joe kept pressing the down button, "Don't look around!" He warned Old Mike.
'Ding! The sound of the elevator arrival was more beautiful than ever. The four people walked in as soon as the elevator door opened. Old Joe chose the floor and pressed the door close button frequently, "!!!" he involuntarily shouted repeatedly.
Finally, the door closed and the elevator began to go down.
"Huh!" Old Qiao let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the car wall.
"Thanks to you, old Joe."
Song Ya knew that he must also be extremely nervous. Fortunately, this old guy was rich in experience. If he had changed himself, he might still be sitting on the spot waiting for the Hell Bobtail's orders.
"APLUS, wait." Old Mike faced Song Ya and wiped his face with his thumb. His fingertips immediately turned red. It should be the blood spilled when Jamal was shot.
"M-Fxxk..."
Old Qiao lowered his head and found that there were a lot of blood spots on his white suit, as well as his pants and uppers. He took off his suit and wiped his shoes.
"Just..." Linda asked tremblingly.
"Don't ask, Linda, don't ask anything." The elevator was approaching, and Old Mike stood in front of the three of them. When the elevator door opened, he probed the probe outside, "Follow me." Go out first.
Chrysler Fifth Avenue was parked outside the public house, and two Hell Bobcats were smoking cigarettes next to the car, "Hey, what happened on it?"
"Go and ask yourself!" Old Mike went to pull the car door and found that it couldn't move.
"Hey, old man, your keys!" One of them threw the key to him, he caught it, and went into the driver's seat without saying a word, started the car, and the three of them immediately opened the door and got in.
"Wait!" The other party pulled out the gun and tapped the roof of the car with the handle of the gun.
"Don't..." Old Joe stopped the old Mike who wanted to step on the accelerator. "What's the matter with M-Fxxk!?" He rolled down the car window and asked loudly.