章節 27: Here you are
The speed of modification was slower than Downey had imagined. The old bartender was carrying the wine bottle and demanded tens of thousands of dollars from Downey. He wanted to buy the best parts, the best alloys, and the best converters. A war motorcycle is to be modified.
The two shot heroically, spending money without blinking. Someone saw that it was profitable and wanted to swindle some money, but the old bartender quickly saw it through, and then Downey beat the man half to death.
The screams came, attracting the attention of many people. Some people with black background looked indifferent and a little impatient.
This is the site of the Irish Gang, who would dare to make trouble here?" There was a brawny man with a fierce face, and he began to take out his gun. According to the rules, he could kill these ignorant rookies.S
oon another person stopped him and told him quietly that the young man who beat him was a mechanic who was in the limelight recently.
"Don't look at that guy who is young or sensible, but as long as he has the opportunity to do something, he will definitely kill him. Recently, many people have been killed by him."
People were whispering, and many people looked at Downey with concern and fear. Those who had thought about it also hid the gun silently, and didn't dare to show the slightest clue. Compete with this mutant, who dares to do it in no time? There are rumours circulating that unless this mutant is led to the wilderness, it is likely that he will be his home court wherever he goes.
This mutant seems to have the ability to continuously make mechanical soldiers, but I don't know where the specific upper limit is.
Many people flinched and died down, but there were also guys who were not afraid of death, and seemed to want to communicate with Downey, attracting a lot of lively eyes.
A very weird person came to Downey, his whole body was covered with a thick black special uniform, and his head was covered with a hood, which was not light-tight.
"Does this guy want to provoke him? Or befriend him?"I
bet he will go home in three sentences at most. Who can win over that mutant if he isn't a big organization?"
People are talking about it, waiting to see the end of this guy's humiliated face.
The weirdo stood straight in front of Downey, staring at him without fear.
"Mr. Downey." The weird man smiled, showing his fangs, as if he intended to let Downey see, "I greet you on behalf of the Thompson family."
The squatting body of the old bartender trembled suddenly, and then proceeded to install it casually, but his legs trembled a bit, and a ring was not fastened for a long time.
Downey was expressionless: "I don't think I can ask you anything."
Don't say that." The weird said politely, "You cleaned our Thompson family's stronghold last night, but your prestige is tight. Now your name has spread throughout the underground world, making our family prestigious. In addition, my name is John Thompson."
"Then you said to start a war? Do you want to fight with me in broad daylight?" Downey smiled.
A vampire can't see the sun, and he will die if he sees it.
John is noncommittal. He proposes to take the old bartender back. Their grievances are wiped out to ensure that no one will come to trouble Downey.
"This guy was originally a follower of the Hagui tribe of our family. It took him many years to find it." John explained.
"He is a ghost? This is the first time I have heard of it, but this person is useful to me, and I can't make it." Downey refused. He opened his eyes and said nonsense, pretending to be ignorant. It is impossible to hand over the old bartender.
John Thompson's smile was a little stiff. He didn't believe that Downey would be such a "gentleman" and arrested people for no reason. Why not torture him?
Take a look at the old fritters nodding and bowing next to him. I wish I could dig my heart out, this mutant would be **** if he didn't know it at all.
The old bartender's acting skills are very good, and that loyal look can deceive anyone. Even the movie king has to shout a word of approval. The old bartender has practiced his acting skills all these years. .
Downey glanced at the old bartender, resisted the urge to kick him up, stepped forward, and looked at the vampire condescendingly: "He is of great use to me, I will not give him to you."
This sentence made Downey disgusting. He wanted to kick the old bartender to death. He suddenly thought, or just hand over the old bartender, and then have a fight with the vampires.
John Thompson smiled again. He straightened his back and was polite. Despite his ugly dress, he still had the noble temperament of a pure-blood. He told Downey that the Thompson family didn't want to be harmed by a Hagui tribe and Downey. If Downey insists on not dating, it is very likely that the Thompson family and its affiliated small families will be offended.
Several weird people in the same clothes emerged and surrounded Downey one after another. The nearby staff wanted to come over and grab a stand, but they were scared away by the red eyes of these weirdos, and they didn't dare to come back to find death.
"Mr. Downey, you can think about it for the last time, don't let yourself be wrong." John Thompson persuaded Downey one last time, with a threatening tone, but secretly estimated in his heart that he felt that the fire was almost the end, and that person's task of explaining was already Finished, he should withdraw.
Downey didn't speak for a long time. When he saw John leaving, he narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, "Okay, I'll take it. I'll listen to you."
What?!" John was stunned, and froze there for an instant. He looked at Downey in disbelief. There was no such thing in his script at all, which was completely different from what the person had explained.
"Mr. Downey, what are you talking about... Are you willing to give this old guy to me?" John was very nervous, with a purebred physique, his forehead was sweating, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com his tongue was knotted and suddenly he didn't know what to say next.
"Yes, I'll give it to you." Downey sighed and pulled the old bartender over with a look of disgust, telling John that he could take him away.
John stayed, and the old bartender stayed too. What did the young man's brain circuit think, how could he sell the old bartender in such a simple way?
Downey stretched out his hand and gestured to his innocence, saying that he completely disliked this old fritters and feared the power of the Thompson family even more. If the nobles really wanted people, he decided to cooperate fully.
"The Thompson family? It was a misunderstanding before, all misunderstandings, and our grievances have been wiped out. This is what you said." Downey looked like he was very close to each other with a smile.
John broke out in a cold sweat and bit his scalp and said: "Do you really think about it? Don't think about it anymore?" He still wants to struggle a little more at the end, maybe there is help.
Downey nodded firmly, hoping to reconcile with the Thompson family.
The crowd of onlookers who eat melons have been driven away by this group of weird people, very embarrassed. They have persuaded John to get people out of the way quickly, not to play around here, and move their share.
"This is the industry of the Irish Gang. If you want to cause trouble, just leave."
"That's right, didn't everyone compromise? What are you doing, take someone away quickly."
People have persuaded John not to think so much.
Even the old bartender rolled his eyes, very greasy. He saw the clue, and lay down on the ground, asking the vampires to quickly lift him away: "Follow this guy to eat or sleep well, you can save me quickly. Let's go, it's the same as before."
John was trembling with anger, embarrassed, and embarrassed. He had an urge to kill this old fried dough stick and a group of melon-eating people with a palm.
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