Chapter Thirty-One I Just Ask if You Are Afraid

"Boss, why feel angry about them." Lao Huang kicked the newspaper aside and said with a smile on his face, "At least the number of calls to inquire about S.H.I.E.L.D.'s business has increased by four times recently. I believe someone will be tempted soon."

About SHIELD, SHIELD security, and SHIELD special guards, in fact, it is no secret in the eyes of interested people.

Senator Nick Brandy has started a huge campaign campaign, and the yellow and black skins that always accompany him have already attracted public attention.

There were more than one or two reports about them, and they occupied the entire page several times, in order to highlight Nick's political ideas and eliminate the discrimination caused by the surprise of skin color.

It's just that so far, they haven't had a chance to make a move. People just think they're cool. '

Wearing a suit every day, with a straight face, poker face, sharp eyes like eagles, always scanning the surrounding environment vigilantly, it is so cool.

So much so that among young people, their dress, expression, and attitude have become a new fashion, which Li Zitao did not expect.

But this kind of publicity offensive should be over, Mr. Congressman has got what he wants, the monk has been transferred to Atlantic City, and Nucky has been thinking about Mr. Detective.

"Hey, why is my rebirth so sad." Li Zitao wanted to cry every time he thought of his miserable situation.

Thinking of all the time-traveling bosses, waving your hand is worth tens of millions, hundreds of millions of assets, all kinds of giants kneeling and licking, slapping the face of the wealthy, conquering the earth, and going to the universe in minutes, "Our goal is the stars and the sea."

Looking at myself again, my mind is full of muddleheadedness, and I have almost used up my useful memories. As for Microsoft, Apple, and Marvel, I don’t know where they are now?

I'm especially envious of bigwigs in the mixed music and cultural circles, not only can they play with unspoken rules, but they can write three or four chapters with just one song of lyrics, really big bosses! !

"Hollywood!" Thinking of reports about Hollywood, Li Zitao couldn't help drooling.

Luxuriant, superstar shining, who doesn't desire that kind of life.

It's a pity that with his current small arms and legs, if he plunged into it, he would only be beaten to death on the beach by the huge waves of capital.

"Boss, boss?" Realizing that Li Zitao had lost his mind, Huang Fang stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, finally hooking back his soul that was about to drift away.

"Where did you just say?" Li Zitao asked, wiping the corner of his mouth.

"About S.H.I.E.L.D." Huang Fangfang said helplessly.

"Well, that's right, find a few women with sweet voices and fluent language. Appearance is not important, the voice must be nice, and let them be responsible for answering the phone."

Voice actors are indispensable. A beautiful voice can make people have the most primitive desire, unknowingly unbutton their shirts, and willingly take out their wallets and banknotes.

Time is always passing by inadvertently, and it is mid-August in the blink of an eye, and the time for the launch of the "Get Rich Overnight" plan is getting closer and closer.

But Li Zitao didn't wait for Ben to bring his team back, but instead waited for Major Dwight who came again.

"Look! This is the best condition I can get for you." Dwight looked a little sluggish, and his sleep quality declined severely during this time.

"Have a cup of coffee and take a break. They need some time." The four different lawyers discussed the terms of the agreement again.

It's just that unlike last time, the discussion of each clause was quickly concluded. It seems that this time Dwight brought good news.

"Sir, we have read it and there is no problem." After 40 minutes, the lawyer put the agreement in front of Li Zitao, and Dwight heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this sentence.

"Okay, thank you." Seeing the four people being taken out of the room, Li Zitao sat down again, flipping through the pages of the agreement.

"Hey, didn't they say there's no problem?" Dwight couldn't help shouting.

"Can you believe the lawyer's words?" Li Zitao didn't care about his rolling eyes, and read every clause in a leisurely manner.

I don't know if it's because of his body that his brain has become much smarter. Li Zitao has read all the terms of the agreement in less than 15 minutes.

Generally speaking, there are two requirements, "Do not do things that harm the interests of the American people." "You must not change your nationality and become a permanent American citizen."

Don't underestimate the word "people". In the United States, the government is the government, and the people are the people.

"I will definitely not harm the interests of the people, I will only harm the interests of the government!" Li Zitao thought happily.

"Okay, is it right to sign here?" Li Zitao asked knowingly.

"Fk, Li, I'm starting to hate you." Dwight lay half-lying on the sofa unlovely, thinking to himself, 'Never see him again, this picky guy. '

"Thank you for the compliment." Seeing that he was joking, Li Zitao signed his name, Charlie Lee.

"Okay, the task is complete, I have to rush back to hand over the business immediately." Dwight stood up, sorted out the agreement and was ready to leave. After the layers of seals were stamped, the one that belonged to him would be sent here by mail.

That's right, for the United States today, except for people, there is nothing that cannot be solved by mail.

Oh, forgot to mention, two years ago, in 1927, the "Gun Mail Act" was just passed, so that guns can no longer be delivered through the post office.

Before that, the machine gun was a delivery that could be loaded with a package and handed over to the postman.

"In such a hurry? What happened?" Li Zitao really wanted to thank Dwight this time, and prepared a big lobster, good cheese and thick soup.

"I want to leave my current position and serve in other places." Seeing that Dwight did not mention the name of the place where he served, Li Zitao guessed that he should not disclose it at will, so he sent him to the door without asking more questions, and watched the car drive towards distance.

After signing the secret agreement with the Ministry of the Army, the matter finally came to an end, and the performance of the 491 veterans made him more and more satisfied.

ill? Sting? Playing guns is 6?

It doesn't matter, buddy specializes in all kinds of dissatisfaction.

One night when the veterans first arrived, Li Zitao broke into the barracks, grabbed the problem children, beat them up and confiscated all the weapons they were carrying.

This incident naturally aroused dissatisfaction among the veterans, and half of them clamored to leave and go to the association to accuse him of his atrocities.

Click...

More than 200 carbines surrounded the barracks, the bullets were loaded, and the black people holding the machine guns were extremely excited, with their fingers on the triggers, and their faces were full of "Hurry up and resist, fuck him, so I have a reason to beat you up with bullets." Hornet's nest. '

Sure enough, such a scene made the veterans calm down, manic? irritability? sensitive? NONONO, under the muzzle of 200 black muzzles, does not exist at all.

The next morning, the veterans who hadn't woken up were woken up by Li Zitao in their sleep, "My mother is a veteran, how dare you..."

Click...

Greetings from the old friend Carbine, and this time the number was even larger, nearly 400 people, many of whom were white, also full of excitement and violent eyes.

These guys are from the Capone Group. They used to be problem children. Although they have been trained in various ways, they are now obediently acting as dark knights.

But for the task of being able to train newcomers, they are very willing to participate, and it would be even better if they can teach them a lesson.

That night, Li Zitao called 419 veterans to the training ground, and said to these veterans who were holding back their stomachs, "Whoever makes me lie down can leave."

This sentence was like lighting a hornet's nest, and a group of Hulala veterans rushed straight at him, as if they wanted to tear him apart.

Li Zitao was also feeling guilty at the time, his forehead was sweating, his palms were cold, and he thought, 'Is this going to be a joke. '

The veterans overestimated their abilities, while Li Zitao underestimated their own strength.

Fists, feet, elbows, knees, every part is turned into the most advantageous weapon, as long as they are hit, any blow can make them fall to the ground in pain and cannot get up.

A 1V419 battle ended with a minority victory.

From that day on, no veteran shouted to leave, and no one dared to disobey what he said.

With one look, all the veterans will stop their backs, raise their heads, and stare ahead without even daring to blink their eyelids.

Not because of fear and fear, but more because of the recognition and admiration of Li Zitao's strength. Only the strong can be respected on the battlefield, and he is the pervert among the strong.

In Wang Dagou's words, "These guys just need to be cleaned up, just like the wild dogs in the mountains, they are a bunch of ruthless, and they must be obedient."

Training, training, training.

In the absence of missions, Li Zitao did not reduce their treatment and food, and increased the amount of training non-stop every day.

There is a very good saying in my motherland in my previous life, ‘The more you sweat during training, the less blood you bleed on the battlefield. '

These guys are not him. After being shot, he lay on the ground for 2 minutes, and then stood up alive and kicking, as if nothing happened, and the wound healed.

Just when Li Zitao was personally supervising the training and patrolling his own territory every day, Paul answered the phone.

"Boss, we are in trouble." Paul said in a gloomy tone.

"What's the trouble?" Li Zitao signaled Lao Huang to go out, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit by the bed.

"Nucky sent news before that Luciano killed Maranzano, and said in front of him that the next target is you." Paul's news made Li Zitao's thoughts stop, but Maranzano was still dead up.

Is this because he is an idiot, or is it the inertia of history?

"Where's Nucky?" Li Zitao didn't want to end, but Luciano's ignorance somehow made him a little angry. Who does this guy think he is?

All right! As the future godfather of the American Mafia, Luciano certainly has the right to be so arrogant.

It's a pity that he hasn't grown to that level yet. Li Zitao rubbed his chin, thinking about whether he had worked hard and went to 'chat with him in person? '

"Nucky is very angry, I think he will call you." Paul smiled gloatingly at the mention of Nucky.

"Well, I will send two more people there, pay attention to safety." At least Paul is doing well so far, and the black area still needs to be taken care of by him, the godfather of Chicago.

"Boss, you too." Paul seemed a little careless when he spoke.

Ever since he knew that Li Zitao had killed 491 veterans by himself, Paul lost all his small thoughts, and at the same time, he already regarded him as a superman in his heart.

It's not the pervert who wears red underpants, but the meaning of superhuman, DC didn't show up, where did the exhibitionist come from.