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Gabriela complained to Mike that it should not be such a luxury to book out the entire hotel.
Obviously, she didn't understand the conversation between Mike and Old Logan.
Mike did not explain, he said, "Maybe those ten thousand US dollar will come back on their own."
Gabriela smiled and said, "If you don't have money, how can you come back by yourself?"
Mike said, "Not necessarily, I don't know about other people's money, but sometimes my money will come back on its own."
Gabriela smiled, just thinking that Mike was joking. But the money was not hers, it was just a matter of getting to know her after a day of getting along, and as a woman, her nature of being diligent and thrifty took over, so she just said something.
"Really, I swear, I saw they had two black travel bags full of money - green dollar bills."
Innkeeper leaving motel spending time in tavern.
Next to him is his brother-in-law.
Although he often wanted to strangle the fat woman at home, or wanted to strangle himself when the fat woman was riding on his face, he had to admit that as the second-in-command of Black Sun Gang, his brother-in-law helped him drive away many bastards who tried to get involved in the motel.
He caught a glimpse of Mike taking money out of his travel bag.
Is the bag full of money?
Didn't see it.
The probability is very high.
But when Old Logan passed by him carrying a travel bag containing gold bars, he heard the sound of the gold bars colliding.
Yes, it was gold bars colliding, not iron bars. He had only heard that sound once.
But it will never be forgotten.
Therefore, three black travel bags became two in his mouth.
As he expected, when he heard the two big bags of money, his brother-in-law's eyes turned green, like a wolf who had been hungry for three days and three nights and saw a fat lamb.
"It's done," the middle-aged boss thought to himself.
The plan is being carried out step by step according to what I have in mind.
He gulped down the whiskey in the glass, then pretended to be drunk, hummed a spicy tune, and staggered out of the tavern.
The middle-aged boss's brother-in-law, Brand, watched his brother-in-law walk out of the door and cursed, "Trash!" He thought about it in his mind.
According to what the brother-in-law said, the other party had an old man, a weirdo in a hooded coat, a pair of tough-looking twins, a pretty boy, a Mexico-American woman, and a child.
They have pistols!
But this country is United States, who doesn't have a gun yet!
Free United States, gunfights every day... no joke.
Brand took out his cell phone and called his trusted brother.
If this deal is successful, he feels that he should be Black Sun Gang's second in command, not the second in command.
Who disagrees?
Haha.
The hotel owner walked to the corner like a drunkard, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he was not drunk at all. He took a detour, returned to the hotel area, and lay down in the green belt.
He remembered which room the strong man had put the black travel bag. When his brother-in-law brought someone to the hotel and there was a conflict, he would rush into the house and take away the gold bars as quickly as possible, leaving two travel bags, just like what he had told his brother-in-law before.
First of all, he felt that the group of people in the hotel were definitely no match for his brother-in-law.
Secondly, why did this group of people book a hotel for no apparent reason?
He must be doing something shameful.
So even if the money is robbed, the police will not be called.
Besides, there is always a wrongdoer and a debtor, so if you want to protect him, you are also protecting his brother-in-law.
It is best to die together with his brother-in-law. As soon as his brother-in-law dies, he will go home immediately and let the fat woman know why the flowers are so red!
As he thought about it, his smile gradually changed.
The fact is like the hotel owner, who lay down in the green belt for nearly twenty minutes, and his brother-in-law did not disappoint him.
Two cars and about ten people got out, each with a submachine gun.
The leader was none other than Brand, the hotel owner's brother-in-law. He had dreadlocks, gold teeth, and a necklace like a dog chain. He didn't know where his aesthetic sense went wrong.
The hotel owner couldn't help grinning and laughing silently. He got up, went to the room where the black travel bag was kept, and took out the spare key. He was extremely excited.
the other side.
Brand held his submachine gun upside down and walked into the main entrance of the hotel with steps that he didn't recognize.
I glanced at the four people sitting around the sofa in the lobby: twin burly men, a pretty boy and a weirdo with pale skin.
It's pretty much what my brother-in-law said.
"Bits, raise your hands, Mr. Brand has something to say!" Brand raised his submachine gun and pointed it at the four people. Normally, he would shoot a shot to scare them first, but this is his brother-in-law's hotel, so forget it.
"I'm just saying, money doesn't have legs. When people do, they will send the money back by themselves."
Brand didn't see the expected panic. He saw the pretty boy grinning happily and said, "Never underestimate human greed and the stupidity of being blinded by greed."
The speaker is Mike.
Charles is over ninety years old and went to rest shortly after dinner, as did Gabriela. Since her escape, she has not had a good night's sleep and is often awakened by nightmares at night.
Laura was in good spirits, but Gabriela was dragged away.
Caliban is afraid of light and stays out at night. For him, a day of life has just begun.
Brand didn't see the expected panic. He was stunned for a moment, not fully understanding the current situation.
Seeing that Mike was still laughing, he pointed the gun at Mike and said viciously, "Asshole, do you think I don't dare to shoot?! Fuck, damn it, how dare you look down on me!"
He kept harsh words in his mouth, but in the end he didn't fire. Instead, he took two steps forward and wanted to hit him with the butt of his gun.
Before Brand could make a move, the submachine gun in his hand suddenly broke free from his hand and floated in the air.
Brand was dumbfounded.
Fake, you took too much medicine, are you hallucinating?
He subconsciously looked back and realized 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 its muzzle and pointed it at its original owner.
Click!
A soft sound.
Gun safety on.
Yes, Brand they did not turn on the insurance, which is one of the reasons why they are still alive and well.
Brand raised his hands. "Hey, brother, don't be impulsive. I said, I said it was a misunderstanding. Do you believe it?"
Mike smiled and said, "Trust."
Bang!
A bullet was fired from the muzzle and hit the ground, only two centimeters from Brand's feet.
Brand Sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.
Mike smiled and said, "I said, this is a joke, do you believe it?"
Sweat dripped down from Doudou, and Brand asked cautiously, "Should I believe it or not?"
Mike grinned, this person is not only a coward, but also a little smart and has a future.
"Get rich, get rich."
Inside the room, the hotel owner saw three black travel bags piled haphazardly on the floor.
He couldn't wait to unzip it.
Sure enough, two contained banknotes and one contained yellow gold.
Swallowing his saliva, the hotel owner reluctantly looked away and picked up the bag containing the gold.
However, he ignored the fact that gold was heavier than imagined.
It's not easy to carry and run.
He regretted that he should have told his brother-in-law that there was a bag for gold instead of two bags for banknotes.
"No, the banknotes have serial numbers, so they might be tracked." The hotel owner thought of the "knowledge" seen in the TV series and comforted himself. His choice was wise.
When the gunshots were heard, the hotel owner had just walked out of the room and was relocking the door to restore it to its original state.
He was startled.
"Damn it, why did you shoot?!" the hotel owner cursed in his heart.
He knew clearly that Black Sun Gang was a street gang that engaged in low-level business of stealing and retailing banned drugs. It was not the kind of criminal group that would kill people if they disagreed.
With a gun in Black Sun Gang's hand, apart from emboldening yourself and scaring others, hitting them has the least effect.
If someone is killed, things will get complicated.
However, now that things have happened, there is no turning back.
With trembling hands, he locked the door.
He bent down to pick up the travel bag.
"Is it heavy?"
"Yeah... ah!!!" The hotel owner waited half a second to react. He looked up and saw Mike pointing a gun at him, and screamed immediately.
After screaming, the hotel owner silently unlocked the room, silently opened the door, silently put the travel bag back to its original position, and then smiled flatteringly at Mike: "Brother, you guys are serious, why would you just put such valuable things away casually? I mainly want to test it for you. After the test, the safety is very guaranteed. Brother, can I leave?"
Mike:"What do you think?"
The hotel owner lowered his head. "Can't..."
With a gun pointed at him, the hotel owner came to the front desk of the hotel and saw his brother-in-law and his group kneeling in a row, holding their heads in their hands.
There were six people sitting on the sofa, except for the old man in a wheelchair.
Gabriela was a little frightened and slept very lightly. She woke up when she heard Brand's loud voice. She carefully pulled Laura to the living room and saw Mike subduing a group of gangsters and making them obedient like primary school students.
Although it was okay, Gabriela couldn't sleep anymore, so he just sat on the sofa and drank some tea. Laura sat in her arms, wearing SpongeBob's light yellow pajamas, throwing peanuts on Brand's head, and having a great time.
The hotel owner was very conscious and knelt down next to his brother-in-law, holding his head in his hands.
Mike pointed at the hotel owner and asked Brand: "Who is he to you?"
"Brother-in-law?"
"Oh, do you know what your brother-in-law was doing when you were in the hall?" Mike said.
He knew that Brand had a relationship with the hotel owner, but they were not the same party. Otherwise, the hotel owner knew which room the money was in, so why would Brand come to the lobby to show off his power?
Brand's eyes are confused, and his IQ is offline in time.
Mike said, "He is stealing money from the guest room."
Brand reacted and yelled, "Asshole." Then the two hugged each other, pulling their hair, scratching their ears and clasping their eyes.
After a while, the hotel owner turned into a panda with panda eyes and two strands of nosebleeds came out. Brand's injury was obviously relatively minor.
"Okay, okay, you are also a family after all, why bother." Mike said with a gentle smile.
"Brother." Brand smiled flatteringly, "You have also seen that we were deceived by this bastard, so we did such a bastard thing. We know we were wrong, please let us go, and we will never dare to do it again."
"I don't dare anymore."
"I don't dare anymore." The group of people, including Brand, shook their heads.
"I could have let you go, but he..." Mike pointed at the hotel owner and said, "He just went to steal the money. Although he put the money bag back, I found that there was a shortage of twenty thousand US dollar."
The hotel owner was confused.
He dared to swear on the sex of his lower body that he had opened the travel bag containing money, but he definitely did not take any money.
The problem is that since his wife's weight increased from 100 kilograms to 100 kilograms, his lower body has no sexual happiness at all.
Therefore, his oath was destined to be without "spiritual" content. Brand and his men glared at him fiercely. "How dare you get involved in your brother's money? Are you crazy? Hand it over quickly."
The hotel owner looked at his brother-in-law who looked like a loyal dog and suddenly understood. The question was not whether he had received 20,000 US dollar, but whether he had received 20,000 US dollar.
"The money is in the safe, I'll get it."
The hotel owner shed two lines of tears and felt as wronged as a forty-year-old child.
The safe is under the counter, and a piece of floor is lifted to reveal the password door. The hotel owner enters the password and takes out two wads of US dollars. One of the wads is Mike, which is used to pay for the hotel.
Mike smiled and said to Gabriela, "Look, my money not only grows its own legs, but it is also a mother, and money begets money."
Gabriela laughed happily, finally understanding what Mike said before.
It is not money that grows long, but people's greed.
Little Logan complained, "You are so familiar. This is not the first time you have done this."
Mike said seriously, "In this world, there are people who are not greedy, but there are still a lot of greedy people. So... this is my wealth password."
Little Logan said, "What kind of wealth code is it? It's clearly digging holes."
Mike admitted generously. "Yes, it's just digging a pit, but this pit is not hidden at all. It's just that some people are blinded by greed and can't see it. Or some people see it, but they can't help but be tempted by the bait in the pit and jump in themselves."
Mike said to the hotel owner, "If you are not greedy, you will at least earn nine thousand more US dollar than usual. If the plan succeeds, you will get a bag of gold, but you failed. The winner is the king and the loser. If you fail, you will be punished. If you have any opinions, feel free to raise them. If you accept, I will lose. Do you have any opinions?"
"No." The hotel owner replied cowardly.
"Go away." Mike waved his hand, as if chasing away flies.
Brand They also want to follow.
Mike smiled and did not stop.
Until they ran to the door, an invisible hand pushed them back. A group of people fell on their backs.
Laura's eyes lit up and she ran to the door without encountering any obstacles. She scratched her head and showed a puzzled expression on her palm-sized smile.
At this time, one of Brand's men suddenly got up and wanted to take Laura hostage.
"Yeah!"
Laura roared, and Adamantium claws popped out of his hands.
Phew! Phew!
Prick it once on the thigh of the subordinate, and once on the stomach.
All of a sudden, there were four bloody holes!
Just as cruel as that violent lolita Mindy.
The subordinate was lying on the ground writhing and wailing.
A group of people immediately went crazy.
Mike sighed, "You are so timid, you are a fool, why not find a job in a factory? By the way, if you were braver, you would probably be a corpse already. Forget it, just keep all the valuable things on you."
A group of people dug into their pockets and took off their shoes... took off their shoes?
Looking at the pile of necklaces, rings and other sundries and small bills on the ground, Mike could only sigh, "Poor!"
Mike waved his hand.
"Wait." When Brand walked to the door, Mike called him.
Brand was crying and punched himself in the face.
Mike:"..."
What is this for?
Brand spat out a mouthful of blood and pulled out a... gold tooth.
Well...Mike doesn't even want to spare the gold teeth, but since they were pulled out, just keep them so as not to waste Brand's hard work.
Good people...
Mike said, "Should you call the police?"
Brand shook his head vigorously.
Mike: "It's best not, otherwise we will meet again... Carry the injured one away and get out of here."
Lifting his hand, Brand started the car and stepped on the accelerator. Tears of regret moistened his eyes in the wind - why the hell is labor and management so unlucky!!!