Accidentally provoked the whole world

Chapter 227 I also want to be a boss for once

"Everyone, you...what do you really want?" Brother George asked tremblingly while sitting behind his desk.

John winks at Newt.

When the salamander slapped George's table, the old fat pig jumped in fright.

"We just want to get our stolen car back, that's all," she said.

She understood that John didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, and didn't want to argue with the local official forces, otherwise, with her temperament, the fat pig would have bled to death.

"Fat pig, is there any problem with our proof?" Newt asked again.

"Hey, no, no, no..." Brother George quickly replied.

The richer people are, the more afraid of death they are, and the more they like to bully the weak, but when they encounter an immovable iron plate, they will immediately behave with their tails between their legs.

"Then why don't you take us to pick up the car?!" Salamander shouted.

Brother George turned his gaze to the men who were still lying on the ground, and shouted: "Bastard! What are you still doing lying on the ground?! Why don't you hurry up and take the distinguished guests to pick up the car! You want me to go to the bedroom to help you get a quilt on the bed On the ground?"

Well, he was a robber just now, and now he has become a distinguished guest. It's really a change of mouth.

"Sorry, sir!" The subordinate quickly got up from the ground reluctantly, and honestly took the three of John to the garage to pick up the car.

"Sorry three, we didn't know that this car belonged to you. When we found it, it was about to be shipped away by Brother Martinez's men." The employee explained to the three of them, clutching his waist.

He was punched by Kuroda Riro in the waist just now, and his kidneys have been hurting until now, and he is a little afraid of them. His hands are really too poisonous, and the strikes are very heavy.

Of course, he didn't know that Riro Kuroda had kept his hand, otherwise his kidneys would have collapsed, so how could he stand up and talk to others.

John has heard the names of the Martinez brothers several times since he came to this city, and he couldn't help being a little curious about these two big brothers.

John asked, "What the hell is this Brother Martinez?"

The employee explained: "These two brothers are the most reliable people in this city other than our chief. They run a big skin business. The whole red (*) light district is decided by them. They They also trafficked people and exported good-quality women to other countries. Of course, they also got involved in the sale of sex fans and weapons. Since you are not locals, I advise you not to mess with them."

John nodded and patted him on the shoulder, "Your words are still a bit human. If that fat pig had knowledge like yours, it wouldn't let you get beaten in vain."

After speaking, John winked at Kuroda Riro.

The latter took out a wad of US dollars and threw it to him.

John said: "This is for your medical expenses. Go back and buy some kidneys to make up for it. Let's go."

The clerk watched blankly as John and the other two left the police station.

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"Honey, I've only now realized that you're not entirely a bad person."

After leaving the security station and getting on the off-road vehicle, Newt said to John.

John touched her head, "A good person and a bad person are relative, just like you are a good person to me, um, a good woman, but to others, you are a bad woman with a poisonous heart, They fear you, fear you, you are a big villain in their eyes, it's the same reason, understand?"

"Understood." Salamander nodded decently.

John smiled and patted the car seat in front, "Kuroda, drive."

Kuroda Riro started the car and soon came to a bathing place on East Street.

Kuroda Toshiro stayed behind to look after the car to prevent it from being stolen by unscrupulous people again.

John suddenly felt something and whispered something to the salamander.

Newt nodded, came to the front desk, and lied in the name of an employee of the public security station that he had urgent business with Bronte.

The reason why they lied to the people in the bathing place was that there were many armed guards here, and if there was a conflict, they would inevitably fight again. Being too high-profile is sometimes not a good thing.

Soon, Bronte, who received the news from the front desk, got dressed and walked out.

Although this skinny middle-aged man was dressed tastefully, his eye sockets were sunken, and his altar was dull. It looked like he had been drinking too much, and his body had been hollowed out.

The skinny middle-aged man came to John and asked, "Man, what else does that fat guy George want to talk to me about? I paid him the legal support fee he asked for last time. Want to ask me for something, you let him go to hell."

John thought to himself: That fat pig can live in a mansion and can afford to drive a helicopter, so it really is not an ordinary greedy person, any kind of people who pass by him will have to be covered with a layer of wool.

But Bronte, the sand sculpture, really regarded me as someone from the public security station, and it happened to be convenient for me to do things.

John said flickeringly: "Mr. Bronte, our officer is waiting for you in another place. What he is talking to you this time is definitely not about money. Please come with us."

As soon as Bronte heard that it wasn't about money, then there was nothing to worry about, and he followed John out of the bath.

After flicking him into the car, he immediately took him to a skinny place, any one he could find.

Although Bronte was a little surprised why George would ask him to meet here, he didn't take the initiative to ask.

When he entered the room but didn't see Big Brother George himself, he asked a little suspiciously: "Didn't you say that fat pig asked me to meet here? Where is he?"

Salamander said to him: "Actually, it's not the fat pig who wants to see you, but our Mr. Witkey who wants to see you."

"Mr. Wilkey?!"

Bronte followed the salamander's eyes to John with some puzzlement.

But he didn't know John, had never dealt with him, and didn't know what his purpose was in deceiving him to come here.

"What do you mean, man?" Bronte asked John.

John said: "It doesn't mean anything, I just imagine you are asking about someone."

"Haha," Bronte suddenly laughed and said, "Are you kidding? Or is Alzheimer's disease coming on early? I'm just a medicine merchant, not a tabloid reporter. If you want to publish a missing person notice, you don't need to come to me."

clap clap clap!
Salamander slapped him three times in the face, "We, Mr. Witkey, are asking you to publish a missing person notice. Do you dare to disagree?"

"Bi Qi, show me some respect, dare to touch me... Oh, my face hurts, what's wrong with my face?"

Bronte suddenly felt that half of the face that had been slapped by the newt seemed to be numb and in unbearable pain.

He quickly took a round mirror and looked at it.

Snapped!
The mirror fell to the ground and shattered.

"Help! Why is my face swollen? Is my face swollen?!"

Bronte held half of her face that was swollen like a hill and was crying without tears.

(End of this chapter)