Chapter 1737 Exhausting All Means, Dying Time

Little Mourinho has already seen those black people hovering at the door of his restaurant. He doesn't need to see with his eyes, but just smells with his nose. He can smell the dirty smell that belongs to the Hell and Skeleton Gang.

At this time, he was actually a little lucky, because in order to improve the restaurant's quality, he chose to open the restaurant in an area where such technology companies gather. Surrounded by the benefactors behind Sin City, this special environment made even the Hellskeleton Gang, who didn't follow the rules at all, become wary.

It's one thing to offend your peers, but it's another to offend this group of benefactors. If it is said that due to some accident, the property of these funders has been damaged. Well, there is no need for these funders to do it themselves, there are some gangs in New York, large and small, who want to act as the knife and give them a fatal blow.

The Hellbones are crazy, but not stupid. They knew very well who was the real master behind this city, so they kept restraint all the time, wandering back and forth like vultures eyeing their prey.

Time will always create the best attack opportunities for the patient hunter. The Skeleton Gang knows very well that once night falls and the people of these companies leave their territory, they can become unscrupulous again. And this little Mourinho is also well aware, so now all he thinks about is one question, that is, how to send his family out of this wolf den before this.

He thought about rushing out like this, dragging the surrounding companies into the water with a gun battle, so as to give his family a chance to escape. But let's not talk about whether his injured body has such great abilities, whether he will be swept into a sieve as soon as he goes out. The security guards equipped by those technology companies alone could have killed him the moment he drew his gun.

Don't underestimate the security guards of these companies. Unlike the security guards in those big cities, the security guards here are all elites who have come down from the battlefield. Perfect military training coupled with rich combat experience made it no more difficult for them to deal with this kind of gangster than killing a chicken.

Little Mourinho doesn't have much confidence that he can play a trick of diverting disasters and killing them together in front of such elites. Coupled with the strong opposition from his family, he can only give up such an idea.

If one plan fails, then naturally there is only a second plan. Little Mourinho's mind is still good, so he thought of a way to get away with it.

Because it focuses on high-end Mexican restaurants, Zihuatanejo used to have to bring in fresh ingredients twice a day. These were brought in from farms outside New York by well-connected acquaintances. And Mourinho's idea is to sneak his family up while the ingredients are being brought in. Get them out of New York safely this way.

However, the reality proved that his idea was too taken for granted. The members of the Skeleton Gang are not stupid. Since he can think of this trick, the members of the Skeleton Gang can of course also think of it. Although they won't risk offending the executives who want to eat Mexican food, they will block the vehicles driving to the back kitchen and conduct a detailed inspection of each vehicle. But it's not a problem at all.

They even want to poke the fuel tank, it is impossible for them to let any big living person slip away from their noses. And it was precisely because of their mine-clearing search that the little Mourinho's luck was completely wiped out.

All he can count on now is whether those regular customers who came to his restaurant in the past can show kindness and take one of his younger sisters away. But as long as they heard that it had something to do with gang disputes, almost everyone wisely chose to refuse.

They are just small employees, but they don't have the ability to help a person who is on fire solve troubles. Although little Mourinho's sister is very beautiful and sexy. But in the face of reality, no one is willing to use their lives as the capital to win the smile of a beautiful woman.

It can be said that he has no hope now.

And the only thing he can do now is probably to extend his business hours as much as possible, and use customers with complicated backgrounds to delay the upcoming aggression against them by the Skeleton Gang.

After all, this is not a long-term solution, because a very real problem is that it is impossible for someone to eat all day. Although the business of their restaurant has always been good, since the two meals at noon and evening, the flow of people has inevitably decreased.

At half past nine in the evening, there were only a few or two diners left in the restaurant. At this time, although the members of the Skeleton Gang still maintained restraint, judging from their obviously frivolous actions, they were obviously ready to close the net.

Many black people have already started lying on the glass wall of the restaurant, grinning grinningly at the people in the restaurant with their white teeth. While this made Mourinho's younger sisters who acted as waiters tremble, it also made several diners present speed up their meals in unison.

Diners want to leave this place that is about to become a wolf's den and a tiger's den as soon as possible. As for their choice, Mourinho Jr. cannot stop it. He can only hope that at this time, there will be new diners coming. But obviously, more and more black people gathered at the door, making his expectation more and more unrealistic.

He was still looking forward to it, and even said that he had already started praying in his heart. And just when he started to pray, a voice suddenly came from behind those black people.

"Please give way, please? You block people like this, how can people eat!"

No one thought that at this time, there would still be bold people who would dare to take such a risk. Little Mourinho didn't think of it, and neither did those black people. And amidst their surprise, a guy in a hoodie and a hoodie pushed away the crowd that stood in front of him, and strode into the restaurant.

His stature is tall, although it is not to the point where giants generally need to look up, but it is still enough to create a big enough visual gap for the little Mourinho who is only 1.7 meters tall. He looked at his petite younger sister who was as pitiful as a little quail in front of this man. As an older brother, of course he walked up immediately.

"Is there anything I can do for you, sir!"

While pulling his sister behind him, little Mourinho also began to look up at the unexpected guest.

He doesn't seem to be in the same group as the Skeleton Gang. Because judging from his exposed skin color and face shape, he is more like an Asian mixed race. He knew that there were no people other than Africans in the Skeleton Gang. So more or less, he was a little less wary of this tall Asian mixed race.

"I'm hungry and I need something good to fill my stomach. Any recommendations?"

Just like a diner who came here admiringly, this tall Asian mixed-race just sat in a position casually, and said what little Mourinho wanted to hear most now.

He was eager for diners to come to his door at this time, so he almost showed the greatest enthusiasm and introduced to the guest in front of him.

"We have the freshest tortillas and the best guacamole. If you're not in a hurry, then I suggest you try my mother's fried beef. She's a national treasure in Mexico .”

Despite the perilous circumstances, the younger Mourinho, as always, paid the highest tribute to his mother's craftsmanship. And this commendation obviously attracted the interest of this diner.

"Okay, since you say so. Then please give me a burrito with more chili sauce. Also, give me two fried beef. By the way, and a glass of milk. I am growing body , I don't want to grow up to be a dwarf like you."

If someone dared to say such things to himself in normal times, Mourinho Jr. would definitely break his leg. Don't doubt the irascibility of the Mexicans. There are not many Mexicans like them who come out to gangsters, and few of them have a good temper.

But at this moment, he was still counting on this guest to delay the time, so naturally, he endured the resentment, and looking at the tall figure of this guest, he whispered such words to him.

"Okay, a glass of milk. Hope you grow into a big man like O'Neill."

The chef is Mourinho's mother, and she is already familiar with cooking food. Soon, the tortilla covered with bright red chili sauce was placed in front of the mixed-race Asian, and of course, there was a large glass full of milk.

As the savior for delaying the time right now, Mourinho Jr. served him the largest portion of food, pancakes the size of two human faces, definitely enough for such a guy to eat for a while. Not to mention that there are two thick pieces of sirloin behind, he believes that as long as this guy has a good appetite, he can at least use him to delay the time for more than an hour.

He made a good plan, but unfortunately, by this time, many things are no longer dependent on his will.

At 10:30 in the middle of the night, the entire street has become deserted. Only the gate of Zihuatanejo is still crowded with such a group of black people. They gathered more and more, no matter whether it was the front door or the back kitchen, they were all blocked. By this time, little Mourinho no longer dared to let his family out of his eyes.

He led all his sisters, his wife and mother to the front of the restaurant. And he himself, like a she-wolf who has been protecting her cubs, stared viciously at all the enemies around her.

This kind of behavior does have a certain deterrent effect. At least so far, no black man has dared to go up to trouble him. However, this situation was not entirely due to his deterrence, and another reason was that they had received orders from their boss.

At ten forty-five, a bald man in a black leather trench coat walked in.

Unlike the previous situation where it was necessary to push and push to squeeze in, as soon as this man appeared, all the black people who were blocking here consciously made way for him. This means that he has a special status, and in fact, his status in the Skull Gang is indeed different.

Serior Lasley. The leader of the Hell Skeleton Gang, an existence with a great reputation in the black gang.

This is a guy who is not tall. With the support of a group of muscular guys, his figure can be called thin. At first glance, he was no different from those black people who took drugs and promiscuously. But I believe that if you look carefully, anyone can easily distinguish him from the crowd.

I say that for no other reason. It's all because of his physical features.

Seriol's appearance is very ugly. When he first debuted, some people laughed at him as a molted chimpanzee. Of course, most of the people who said that had already been poured into the cement by him. And now, no one dared to use this kind of thing as a bargaining chip to laugh at him.

He's a lunatic, and many people know it. Offending a lunatic for a quick talk is obviously not worth it.

Of course, ugliness is only one of his characteristics. Another characteristic of him is his steel teeth.

This steel tooth does not refer to the braces he wears to correct his teeth, but refers to all his twenty-eight teeth, which have been replaced with that kind of metal material.

According to the news spread by the Skeleton Gang, this is the result of Serior's victory in a battle. When New York was invaded by aliens, Seriol had a direct conflict with one of the aliens, and in the end, he used his own teeth to bite off the neck of the alien alive.

Of course, this victory did not come without a price. The price he paid was that one of his teeth was infected and had to be replaced. In addition, because of a hole in his head, he had to replace his entire frontal bone with a steel plate. Incidentally, he will also lie in the hospital for a whole year.

Serior himself is a rather strong guy, and it was after that time that he became the skinny look he is today. However, this change did not make him lose his dominance. On the contrary, because of this special experience, he became more and more dominant in the black community.

The Hellskeleton Gang may not be the largest black force in New York, but it is definitely the most famous one. Speaking of Mad Dog Serior, there is no black person in New York who does not know. Of course, Mourinho Jr. is also well aware of his existence.

He obviously became more nervous, but in comparison, Seriol looked like an old god.

With the support of the younger brothers around him, he sat directly in front of Mourinho Jr., and while picking up the cigar that the younger brother lit for him, grinning his big steel teeth, he said to Mourinho Jr. stand up.

"You're lucky, Mourinho. I thought you were beaten into a sieve by my subordinates just like your blind cousin!"

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