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Under the night, an old van was driving leisurely on the streets of New York.

Trevor sang old songs from the 70s loudly. Michael didn't want to join in at first, but after being coaxed by Trevor for a few words, he started singing along.

Franklin complained that the two of them were old people, but he couldn't help humming the tune.

Zhang Ming tapped his fingers lightly on the car door to accompany them.

"When you finish this job, put these things--" Michael patted the handbag. The heavy weight made the men present feel extremely satisfied.

Michael breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "If we sell them all, we will really have enough food and clothing in the next life, and we can give up this dangerous business. Zhang Ming, how do you put it in the words of your Chinese country?" Wash your hands in a basin made of gold? In the remaining time, I want to spend more time with my family."

The smile on Zhang Ming's face froze.

Brother, you’ve had a smooth night, but you have to go to the luggage stall when you go home. Do you want to stand up here?

"How about we change the topic..."

Halfway through Zhang Ming's words, Trevor pinched his throat and said, "Oh, it's so touching. I'm almost in my mother's arms." The sharp voice completely drowned out Zhang Ming's words.

"Fuck off!"

Michael raised his middle finger.

Franklin asked Trevor, "Old Cui, what about you?"

Trevor said fiercely, "I'm going to crush that damn FBI's balls first, and then use my big--"

"I'm serious."

"Seriously……"

Trevor touched his head. His motto in life is to enjoy the present. He feels that he is still young and has not reached the age where he can see the end at a glance. Retirement plans are still a bit far away for him.

After thinking for a long time, Trevor finally said, "Buy... buy a car, bring enough guns, and then travel around the country. When you are tired of shopping, come back and crush the damn FBI's balls. Then we will Come together and get rid of all the anger you suffered, I don’t believe that so many people can’t deal with him!”

"Guys, why don't we talk about something else..." Zhang Ming tried to change the topic again.

"It's my turn, right?"

Several people were excited. Franklin continued what Trevor said.

"My dream is very simple. Buy a villa, buy a good car, and finally find a good girl to get married. As you know, I am a black man living in the worst slums in New York. Many of my friends have been smoking drugs and committing crimes throughout their lives. Being in jail, I don’t want that.”

Franklin turned a corner and looked at Zhang Ming through the rearview mirror.

"We've all told you, what about you? Zhang Ming, you don't seem to be interested in money. What exactly do you want?"

The three men looked over, and Zhang Ming looked at them speechless for a while.

"After I finish this job, I will wash my hands in a golden basin."

"I don't believe that so many people can't kill him."

"After this battle, we will get married in our hometown."

Three consecutive bombshells in the FG world hit his head, Zhang Ming said

The other party didn't want to talk and even wanted to jump out of the car and run away.

Thinking of jumping out of the car, Zhang Ming subconsciously glanced at the window and saw a man in black standing in the corner at the intersection of the alley.

The man is tall, muscular but not bloated, with three-dimensional facial features and a cold expression. He is an out-and-out handsome guy.

model?

No, why would a model be standing on the roadside in the middle of the night?

Zhang Ming suddenly became alert!

Is it...

duck?

This familiar yet unfamiliar profession evoked Zhang Ming’s memories. He thought that he almost entered this industry at the beginning. If it weren’t for his editing ability, Zhang Ming would not be “bringing the system to break into Marvel”, but would be “white-faced”. It’s time for a young man to wander around in another world.”

Zhang Ming's thoughts gradually wandered, and he suddenly noticed the cold man's eyes looking at him. His eyes were full of feelings that he must be you...

A burst of coldness surrounded Zhang Ming, but before he could urge Franklin to drive quickly, he saw the cold man picking up something black, thick, and hard.

carried on the shoulders.

What the hell!