Chapter 1738 Desperate Deal, The Spoiler
As soon as Serior opened his mouth, Mourinho Jr. had the urge to stuff the pistol behind his waist into his mouth.
You know, although his cousin rejected his initial proposal, the relationship between him and his cousin has always been very good. Since childhood, he has been his cousin's little follower. It was his cousin who protected him as he grew up without a father on the chaotic streets of Mexico.
He loves his cousin as much as he loves his father. But now, the murderer who killed his cousin dared to describe his cousin's death in front of him without shame, which naturally made him angry.
If his family members were not present, he would be desperate to avenge his cousin. However, it was precisely because of the constraints of his family that he felt that he was a mouse-hunter, so he could only suppress the anger in his heart, gritted his teeth and asked Serior.
"Selier, what are you trying to say!"
"I am admiring your luck, and then I warn you that your luck will not always be so good."
Not caring about the threat from the bereaved dog, Seriol grinned at the little Mourinho while puffing out smoke rings.
"Have you seen my subordinates? As long as I say something casually, you can immediately follow in the footsteps of your dead cousin. Of course, it may not only be you, but also your mother, your sister, you His wife. By the way, I heard that your wife is about to give birth. Now, it seems that you have no chance to see this kid pop out of his mother's belly!"
If we say that at the beginning, the look on Mourinho's face was fierce and hateful. Now, with every word of Seriol hitting the weakest line of defense in his heart, his expression has begun to become weak and helpless.
His family will always be his greatest weakness. When he thinks of his mother who has worked so hard to raise him, when he thinks of his three younger sisters who regard him as a backer, when he thinks of his soul mate and the crystallization of their love that is about to be born. He just couldn't get any stronger.
After all, he wasn't that kind of cold-blooded guy, he couldn't imagine such a tragic situation before his eyes. So this heavy panic and worry easily crushed his spine, making him kneel involuntarily and beg for mercy at this moment.
"What do you want to do? Please, let them go. They are innocent, you can't break the rules here..."
"Rules? When have you ever seen me, the mad dog Seriol, obey the rules?"
Serior didn't hesitate to use his nickname, and from his tone alone, it could be heard how much he scoffed at such a rule.
"Let's not talk about who made this rule, why do I have to abide by it. Just because of the benefits in front of me, I don't need to abide by this rule. What's the use of obeying the rules? It can make my brothers Is it going to make me a lot of money? Is it going to make me big? If not playing by the rules is going to get me all of this, then why should I play by your shit."
Little Mourinho couldn't refute Serior's words at all. He also knew that it was really difficult for this guy known as a mad dog to feel any mercy with his words alone. He's clearly not the kind of guy to be sympathetic. But what else could he do?
Negotiations require chips. But now he doesn't have anything that can serve as a bargaining chip. So he could only beg, over and over again, like a bereaved dog.
This is what Serior wants to see. In fact, if it wasn't because he wanted to see Mourinho Jr. subdued and begging for mercy, then he would have let his men shoot him to death here.
He likes to watch his former opponents bow down to him, especially when such opponents can bring him additional benefits. So at the moment, he is not playing tricks,
Instead, he said this to Mourinho Jr. straight to the point.
"It can be seen, Mourinho, you care about your family. If this is the case, I can give you a chance."
"I took over the territory of the Mexican Brotherhood. However, I didn't get all of your original purchase channels and those buyers. Buyers can say, those sick and consumptive ghosts, as long as I have the goods in hand, I am not afraid They don't come to your door. But the channel of purchase is a problem that is not easy to solve."
"My people can't deal with those drug lords in Mexico, and just as I know, you have always been in charge of the Mexican Brotherhood. Your brothers' connections in Mexico can help you get the best goods , and now, I want you to help me get the same goods."
"As long as you can help me contact good people and establish a channel. Then I don't care about showing kindness to you, so that your wife and children can live in peace. You probably want to see your child born, if If you think about it, then I think you should know how to make a choice!"
Of course, little Mourinho wants to see his child born. He dreams of seeing this little life come to this world safely. So when faced with this kind of problem, he had no choice but to accept the condition thrown by Seriol.
"I can agree to your terms, as long as you are willing to let my family go..."
"Very good. You are very smart and made a choice that satisfies me the most."
Nodding in satisfaction, Seriol waved to his subordinates behind him. And seeing his gesture, three tall black men came out from behind him immediately.
They unceremoniously walked to the side of little Mourinho, pulled up the three sisters behind him and walked towards Serior.
This sudden change made Mourinho a little bit unacceptable, and he rushed towards these three people regardless of his injuries. Of course, it turned out that the other person had already been stepped on by a black man before he rushed over.
The heavy pressure and the severe pain from the wound did not stop him from resisting. He struggled fiercely and shouted loudly at Seriol.
"What are you going to do, Seriol. You promised me, you promised me that I would spare my family!"
"Did I promise you?" He walked straight to the little Mourinho with a cigar in his mouth. Seriol squatted down and patted his face, while grinning his big steel teeth, facing him like this he said. "I think you should remember it well. What I'm talking about is to let your wife and children live in peace. This doesn't include your three beautiful sisters. To me, your three sisters can The ones that made me a lot of money. I don't have any reason to give them up, do I?"
"Of course, if you really want to do this, I can give you a choice. If you let go of your sister, then I will let you exchange it with your wife. Although it is a bit disadvantageous to exchange three for one. But your wife She looks pretty good, and she is pregnant again. I think she should be quite popular in my nightclub. Ahahaha..."
Serior's words are not so much teasing as cutting flesh in the heart of little Mourinho. He couldn't let go of his sister, but he couldn't let go of his wife and unborn child. For him, this is something that has no choice at all. So all he could do was struggle and roar under the feet of the big black man like a trapped beast.
His performance made all the black people present laugh, because in their eyes, Mourinho Jr. was as ridiculous as a real mad dog. And just as they were laughing and booing. A sudden voice was inserted into their noise.
"It's enough, it's too unappetizing. It's a good food, because of the existence of you guys, it makes me feel sick."
There is no doubt that the person who can say such a thing at this time can only be the only customer in the restaurant. Facing the astonishing words of this daring guy who dared to continue to sit and eat here when everyone was rushing out of the restaurant, all the black people present couldn't help but shut their mouths.
They have seen boldness, but they have never seen such boldness. This once made them think that the person in front of them had some special support. However, after seeing his face with obvious Asian features, they immediately put this little worry in their hearts behind them.
A very interesting thing is that black people in the United States claim that they are the object of racial discrimination all day long. And once they face those Latinos or Asians, their identity will change, from a discriminated person to a racist. For no reason at all, they look down on these brown and yellow people, as if they are so hesitant, as if they are the masters of this country.
This kind of miraculous idea is manifested at this moment, that is, a large group of black people immediately yelled at this Asian mixed race after the silence. But when they were yelling and cursing happily, Seriol made a posture of listening attentively, and asked such a sentence to the Asian mixed race.
"What did you say, sir. Could you repeat what you just said?"
"I said, your behavior makes me sick and disgusting."
He didn't care about such threatening and intimidating words at all. This Asian mixed-race has always maintained a high degree of unity in his words and deeds. He even said that in order to make his description more convincing, he also used words to make a vivid comparison of his inner feelings.
"It's like when you're eating a steak and someone suddenly goes to the bathroom next to you. I can't describe how bad I am. I really want each and every one of you if I can Give it a try!"
If he was telling a joke, or making a joke, then his statement might have helped a little. Although it may not make people laugh, it will definitely make people feel sick. But he wasn't telling a joke, he was taunting everyone here, especially Serior. This of course made him angry.
But he didn't yell or even retort. What he did did not match his nickname at all, because at this time he politely apologized to the Asian mixed race.
"I'm really sorry, sir. I really didn't expect our work to cause you such trouble. Please rest assured, we will pay attention. I can assure you that this kind of thing will not happen again... ...."
"Because, you will never have the chance to experience this feeling again."
When he said this, one of his confidants walked directly behind the Asian mixed-race man, pulled out a pistol and pulled the trigger on the back of his head.
The gunman did a lot of things like this, or in other words, he was the executor of Serior's will in this respect. As a person who is called a mad dog, it doesn't mean that he can be called a mad dog by yelling and pulling out a gun. In the world of gangsters, such a person is called normal. One of the main reasons why he is called a mad dog is that one second he may be whispering to you, and the next second he is already being beaten into a sieve.
The high degree of inconsistency between words and deeds, as unpredictable as a mentally ill person, coupled with his past fame, this is the main reason why he is called a mad dog.
This is not the first time he has done something like this. The original Italian gangster, the guy who didn't have to look at him in the first place, fell on their family's dining table in the same way. No one thought that he who was begging for mercy like a dog would finally win the final victory in this way. Even he himself did not think of it. But after that, he fell in love with the sight of blood splattering and brains flowing into the dinner plate like boiled milk.
Now he can be said to be eager to see the same situation. However, something unexpected happened to him at this time.
Gunshots rang out, and bullets were fired. From his vantage point, he could even see bright sparks blooming in front of the back of the guy's head. This is a normal scene, however, what is abnormal is that one hand is between the back of the head and the pistol, and it is holding something in a posture that seems to be holding a cigarette.
The distance was only five or six meters, so of course he could see clearly what that hand was holding? A bullet, a bullet deflated like popcorn. And this bullet is now held in the hand of the Asian mixed race who should have fallen on the table. This situation made him immediately understand what happened to him!
Damn it, these superhumans pretend to be pigs and eat tigers! He cursed in his heart, but there was no hesitation on his lips. In just an instant, he was already yelling frantically at his subordinates.
"Shoot, shoot. Kill him, kill him. Don't let him out alive!"
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