"Mindy, Mindy!" Dave saw Mindy looking at the closed elevator door in a daze, and couldn't help but wave his hands up and down in front of Mindy's eyes.
Mindy raised his foot and kicked Dave's calf skillfully.
Hiss~
The toe of the leather toe came into close contact with the tibia, causing Dave to gasp in pain.
"Who is he?" Dave quickly recovered. Compared with normal training, this little pain is nothing but a piece of cake.
If he continues like this, he feels like he's almost getting used to it, and he's even a little... looking forward to it.
"Mike. Tang..." Mindy watched a famous movie and whispered Mike's name, "... I don't know, Big Daddy's former friend, right?"
"Let's go." Mindy put the business card into his small pocket and avenged Big Daddy, but he was full of confusion about the future. She was just a little loli, and the world without Big Daddy would be too difficult.
After going downstairs, Mike found a public phone.
Well, it is a public phone. This magical phone booth that has almost disappeared in China is still surviving on the streets of Marvel and has made a huge contribution to the majority of criminals in avoiding D-phone tracking.
Enthusiastic citizen Mike reported a multiple murder to the operator, which involved multiple criminal activities such as flour milling, flour trafficking, criminal police, money laundering, etc. The documents in the safe should contain a lot of evidence.
Hang up the phone and drive home Mike.
The next day, Mike hadn't brushed his teeth yet, Skye said with a cold face, "Someone is looking for you downstairs!"
"Who is it?" Judging from the expression on Skye's face, it's probably due to previous scandals and debts.
Mike went downstairs and saw Mindy sitting on the sofa, looking around, curious about the baby's appearance.
Chloe was hiding behind the shelves. He wanted to go up and say hello but didn't dare. His face turned red.
Old Earl and Peter whispered.
Peter: "Maybe she is the boss's daughter."
Old Earl said in an uncertain tone, "It's unlikely, how old is the boss."
Mike said in a bad tone, "If you don't go to work, you are lazy. Be careful and your wages will be deducted."
"Why are you here?" Mike asked Mindy.
Mindy said aggrievedly, "You must be responsible for me..." Two tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.
Ah this!
Peter subconsciously touched the phone, preparing to call the police. This is the beginning of twenty years!!!
Two cold eyes pierced Mike's back.
"Skye, listen to my explanation, it's not what you think."
"How do you know what "that" I think is like?!"
Ten minutes later.
Second floor.
Mike explained to Skye the special features of Mindy. She is not a normal loli. She has received various firearms and cold weapon combat training since she was a child. It is no exaggeration to say that ten Skyes are more than enough. More than ten adults have died in her hands.
Mindy's outlook, interests and hobbies are different from ordinary people.
Next, Mike briefly talked about what happened last night.
"So...Mike, you and Mindy's father know each other. You happened to run into Mindy while doing business last night, and your goal happened to be to kill Big Daddy's enemy." Skye sorted out his thoughts.
"Yes, that's right." Mike The little chicken pecked at the rice and nodded.
"Then, Mindy your enemy's men were all defeated by Mike. Although Mike left his enemy to you, do you think this is not considered revenge with your own hands?"
This question is for Mindy.
Mindy nodded. "Yes."
Skye roughly understood that revenge was Mindy's only and clear goal after Big Daddy's death. She didn't need to think about it, she just did it.
Revenge cannot fill the hole caused by the loss of Big Daddy. After successful revenge, Mindy can neither live like an ordinary child nor knows what to continue.
She was confused.
So what Mindy calls "responsible" means letting Mike continue to train her like Big Daddy and assign tasks to her.
"What should I do?" Skye has a headache.
"How do I know!" Mike also had a headache. "I think it's better to call Mindy's guardian first. The other person might be so anxious that he wants to call the police."
Mindy raised his hand. "Don't worry, I left a note, and Marcus is the police, how could he call the police..."
Skye:"..."
Mindy still called Marcus. Marcus was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot and almost called the police.
Who says the police can't call the police?
Twenty minutes later, the black SUV suddenly braked in front of the supermarket. Marcus, wearing a police uniform, got out of the car in a hurry.
Peter: "It's over, it's over, the boss really made a mistake that he shouldn't have made. What should I do? What should I do!"
"Mindy!"
Obviously worried to death, Marcus immediately put on a serious face after seeing Mindy.
"Sorry for causing trouble to you." Marcus said apologetically.
"No, no, Mindy is very good."
Marcus was stunned for a moment, are you sure "very good" can be used to describe Mindy?
"I haven't heard Mindy mention you before, how do you and Mindy know each other?" Marcus asked casually.
Skye See Mike.
Mike said, "Damon entrusted me to investigate some matters before."
"What's the matter?"
"This... it's not convenient to say."
Marcus quietly looked at Mike, who was young and handsome, with a smile on his face, which was completely different from Damon's bitter and extreme appearance. Then he looked at Mindy, who had a little more sparkle in his eyes. After thinking about it, Marcus decided not to stalemate the relationship for the time being.
"Oh, I'm just asking." Marcus expressed his thanks and then drove Mindy away.
Watching the car go away, Skye sighed, "That Damon is too extreme, how could Mindy..."
Obviously Skye, like Marcus, does not agree with Big Daddy's educational philosophy.
Peter breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought the boss was going to jail. It really... shocked me. It's hard to find a job now."
"Death!"
Mike kicked him over, but Peter dodged deftly.
In the evening, a luxury car parked outside the supermarket.
Mike stepped forward.
The window rolled down and the driver said with a paralyzed face, "Kingpin wants to see you, get in the car."
Mike No nonsense, get in the car.
The two of them were silent all the way, not saying a word. The car turned into the dock at Hell's Kitchen and parked outside a shabby-looking warehouse.
"Please come inside!" The driver cherished his words like gold.
The warehouse was empty except for a table and two chairs.
The table was covered with white cloth, with a gilt vase in the middle holding fresh purple tulips. There was a dinner plate and goblet on each side. On the plate were raw steak, herb sauce and lemon slices, and in the goblet was blood-like red wine.
Kingpin has his back to the door, and his huge body gives people a strong oppressive force.
Kingpin turned around and motioned. "Please sit down."
"Thank you." Mike You're welcome.
"The best beef tenderloin shipped by special plane from Japan, try it."
After Mike sat down, Kingpin followed suit, and the chair underneath seemed to make a pitiful whine.
"I don't like raw beef."
"That's really a pity." Kingpin put on a white napkin, cut a piece of beef, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and his mouth was full of red gravy.
A large piece of beef, Kingpin's five internal organs were eaten in a few mouthfuls. He picked up the red wine glass and drank it in one gulp. Kingpin picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth carefully.
"Mike. Tang, not long after you moved into Hell's Kitchen, you attracted my attention."
"Oh?"
"A few of the street gangsters whose legs you broke were running errands for my subordinates." Kingpin stared, "But I didn't trouble you. Do you know why?"
"Why?" Mike felt like he was talking about cross talk, as if he was complimenting and cooperating with Kingpin's performance.
"Because they are trash."
"Oh." Mike pretended to be surprised.
Unexpectedly, Kingpin is also a fan of pretending to beep.