Mei Man Knives

Textile Factory No. 67 Chapter 17
Textile Mills, 1 West 17st Street, Brooklyn.

Wearing a black Anima windbreaker, Zhang Jun got out of the car and strode towards the textile factory.

When the guard at the door saw it, he immediately shouted: "Stop! This is a factory, idlers are not allowed to enter!"

"I'm looking for Wesley!"

When the security guard heard Zhang Jun's name, his eyes were full of vigilance.

"Who are you? There's no one you're looking for here. Go!"

Zhang Jun looked each other up and down and said. "Find Wesley, and I'll go!"

"Didn't you hear? There's none here, hurry up, or I won't be here..."

As the security guard opened his mouth, he reached out to push Zhang Jun out.

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Jun grabbed the opponent's wrist with one hand and twisted it.

He nearly dislocated his wrist.

he cried out in pain. "It hurts... Let go, or you will be in bad luck!"

Zhang Jun kicked the opponent in the chest and kicked him away.

The wide Martin shoes were left on the chest of the opponent's security uniform.

He hit the security booth before stopping, groaning in pain.

He yelled through the walkie-talkie with difficulty. "Someone is making trouble! Someone is making trouble..."

As soon as Zhang Jun grabbed the iron railing and pulled it hard, he jumped up, bypassed the iron railing, climbed over the gate, and walked into the No. 17 textile factory.

Hearing the alarm, three security guards rushed out with batons and surrounded Zhang Jun.

A guy with tattoos all over his neck rushed forward with a loud shout and jumped up.

The baton in his hand fell down on his head.

Zhang Jun kicked the opponent away with a side kick.

Seeing how powerful Zhang Jun was, the remaining two security guards immediately hesitated.

This guy is amazing!

I am not an opponent, why the guy inside still hasn't come out?
While the security guards were waiting anxiously.

The white-haired, old-fashioned, but energetic Sloan walked out.

"stop!"

Stop drinking the security guards.

Sloan looked at Zhang Jun and asked kindly. "Mr. Zhang, may I ask how we have offended you. You are coming here to make trouble!"

Zhang Jun said with some surprise. "Oh. You know me? That's easy!"

Sloan said very kindly. "I believe there are not many people in America who don't know you!"

Zhang Jun glanced around and said. "Someone entrusted me to bring his son back! You hand over his son to me, and I'll leave now! How about it?"

Still smiling, Sloan said. "Mr. Zhang was joking, we are a textile factory, how could we imprison other people's sons!"

Zhang Jun looked at Sloan and said a little unkindly. "Smart people don't speak dark words! One of my informants said that Wesley guy is here!"

Sloan seemed to know who Zhang Jun was looking for, he said calmly.

"Oh! It was Wesley. But we didn't imprison him, he stayed here voluntarily! I don't think he wants to go with you!"

"I just want to take him to my bar for a drink. If he wants to come back then, I won't stop him!"

"I don't think he'd want to go!"

"Maybe he'll want to go!"

"He won't want to go!"

"How about letting him decide?"

shouted Sloane to the fox. "Bring Wesley over here!"

The big-mouthed beauty Fox glanced at Zhang Jun, turned around and went to the factory where Wesley, who was recovering from his injuries, brought him over.

Wesley came to the second floor beside Stone in a daze.

Sloan smiled at Wesley and said, "Wesley, this man wants to take you. Do you want to follow him?"

Looking at Zhang Jun in front of him, Wesley felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who this person was at all.

This month, he has been receiving various trainings at the No. 17 Textile Factory.

Being beaten every day, there is no time to watch the news.

For the stranger in front of you, you have to take yourself away.Wesley shook his head like a drum.

"No! I don't want to follow him!"

Wesley, who has always been a wimp, sees that he finally has a chance to become a strong man and no longer needs to be despised by others.

He didn't want to miss this opportunity at all.

Sloan was very satisfied with Wesley's attitude, and he looked back at Zhang Jun.

"Mr. Zhang, you heard it too. He doesn't want to go with you. You'd better go back!"

go back?

This is impossible.

How could Zhang Jun be willing to go back without completing the task.

It's an $800 million deal.

Zhang Jun looked at each other and asked. "Wesley, your father entrusted me to take you back. Are you really unwilling to go back with me?"

"My father? My father is dead!" Wesley shouted angrily.

Sloan also said softly beside him. "Don't listen to him, he just wants to lie to you. If you go, your life will be lost!"

Sloan spoke very lightly, but Zhang Jun could hear clearly.

he yelled. "Wesley, don't you want to know who your father is? Come sit down and have a drink at my bar. If the time comes and you don't think he's not, I'll send you back. No one can hurt you at my bar. I promise!"

"Wesley, are you willing to believe him, or are you more willing to believe us?" Sloan looked at Wesley sincerely and said gently.

"I..." Wesley subconsciously looked at Fox, and he shouted. "Of course I believe you!"

Hearing Wesley's answer, Sloan smiled victoriously.

"It seems that Wesley is unwilling to follow you!"

"Maybe! But I still want to take him away! Even with force!" Zhang Jun shrugged and shouted.

"You have decided to do the right thing with us!"

"For money, I can fight anyone. Even God!"

Hearing that Zhang Jun humiliated God, the gunsmith drew his gun and fired at Zhang Jun.

When the gunsmith drew his gun, Zhang Jun drew it first.

bump!
Damn.This time luck is really a coincidence.

The bullets collided directly in the air.

After Zhang Jun fired a shot, he rushed into the lobby on the first floor.

Don't rush!
The moment Zhang Jun fired, seven or eight gunmen ran out on the first floor and opened fire with submachine guns.

The bullets came like splashing water.

If Zhang Jun hadn't hid quickly, he would have been punched into a hole long ago.

After crashing the gate, Zhang Jun rushed into the hall, just as he was about to shake off the broken wood on his clothes.

Zhang Jun saw more than a dozen looms in the lobby on the first floor, and they were old-fashioned, as if the looms from World War II were working.

What's more terrible is that more than a dozen weavers pointed at Zhang Jun with a Chicago printer.

Zhang Jun was so frightened that he hurriedly shouted: "I said I went to the wrong place. Will you believe me?"

"Uh... It seems that you won't believe it!"

clap clap clap...

It seemed that the sound of tearing cloth and wanting to type again sounded.

More than a dozen submachine guns burst into pieces, smashing the gate behind Zhang Jun into pieces.

Zhang Jun ran desperately like a leopard, ran to the right, smashed through a wall, and ran into the next room.

The muzzle of the submachine gun turned, and Zhang Jun followed closely.

(End of this chapter)