0833 Savage [This Chapter Will Be Named by All Readers and Updated -13/?]

Looking at his brother, Mike could actually understand his mood.

When love comes, it's like being hit on the head with a hammer, and the whole person is out of control.

But more often than not, love just lies to oneself.

It is precisely because of understanding that he must extinguish this kind of love born of hormones and impulse.

"You don't love her, you just like that young body, and she doesn't like you either. She just likes the little pocket money you give her after you fuck her."

What cruel words, Mike's brother's expression changed a bit.

His face became full of anger. He felt that this was the most real love in his life, and it might also be the last love in his life.

In fact, he was not so stupid usually, but he didn't know what magic power that girl had, which made him become more and more stupid.

In other words, girls always have all kinds of magic powers that make boys and men believe every word they say.

Mike looked at his brother, who was fighting against himself with silence. Mike shook his head, "I don't object to you going to find that girl, but you have to go during the day. At night, now, you can't go out."

"I can't let you go out even though I know it's dangerous outside. If you really like her, go find her during the day tomorrow and talk to her."

Mike decided to wait until all the men were back, then send his brother back to the Federation, or to the nearby International Port, where he would most likely get into trouble.

Similar things are happening all over the world now. Some men working in various places easily hook up with those girls, and then naturally have some relationships.

Then those girls tied up the men for reasons such as pregnancy, which caused a lot of interesting farce.

I usually find these news interesting when I read them, but when it happens to me, it is not so interesting.

Just as Mike's brother was resisting this, there was a knock on the door.

The two brothers stopped their confrontation at the same time and looked at the closed store door.

Mike's hand reached under the pillow, where there was a pistol, "We're closed."

After about a few seconds, Mike thought that the people outside had left, but unexpectedly a girl's voice came, "It's me... I want to see..."

She said Mike's brother's name, and her voice seemed to be trembling a little, but the two brothers had just experienced a quarrel that was not a quarrel, and neither of them noticed these small details.

"...Is that you?" Mike's brother called the girl's name and walked to the door. His facial features and expression became vivid in an instant.

He couldn't wait to see the girl's face!

Looking at the rapidly changing expression on his brother's face, Mike was stunned for a moment.

Just like when he was eighteen years old, he saw his younger brother secretly kissing a girl. He was full of expectations, shyness, and a little uneasy.

But when he looked again, he had become so "old".

He knew that his brother was not a happy person because there was no vigorous love between him and his wife.

They were introduced to each other by people they knew, watched a few movies together, slept for a while, and then got married.

There are no intense emotional outbursts, no lingering love stories, just complete despair for life and obedience to fate.

For just a moment, he relented.

His younger brother looked at Mike with a smile on his face and some pleading, just like when he was sixteen years old, that girl came to the backyard of their home and used pebbles to disturb the two people who were resting on the second floor.

He just looked at Mike and asked him if he could go out or bring his girlfriend in.

He didn't hear clearly what his brother said, but he knew what he said.

After a short silence, he nodded, "Okay, I'll go to the attic to sleep..."

Mike's brother excitedly ran to the door and pulled out the steel bolts one by one.

It was already after six o'clock at this time, it was still winter time, the sky was completely dark, and there were no pedestrians outside.

Seeing that the door was about to open, Mike suddenly said, "You shouldn't tell her our address. She might keep pestering you. You have to think about your wife and children in the Federation."

The younger brother who had pulled out the last latch and unlocked the door suddenly froze. He looked at his older brother, feeling a little aggrieved.

"I never told her where we lived..."

It's like when they were fourteen years old, their father lost a dollar, and he thought it was taken by two children. Mike just said forcefully that it had nothing to do with him, while his younger brother looked aggrieved, like This is what it is now.

The next moment, a huge force suddenly came from outside the door, and the younger brother standing behind the door was hit and staggered. Before he could react, he was probably thinking, "Why is my lover so strong?"

A gun was stretched out.

With a bang of a gunshot, my brother's head was like a pumpkin that fell from their tree house when he was twelve years old. The bright red pulp and white pumpkin seeds inside suddenly spurted out from the cracks.

Mike's mind went blank. He subconsciously wanted to go downstairs to get the pistol, but it was too late.

A girl who was covered in injuries and almost naked was thrown in by a group of people. After the group came in, they immediately discovered Mike in the attic.

Less than thirty seconds later, several gunshots were fired in succession, and everything here returned to calm.

For several days, Mike's store remained closed, which struck some gold diggers as a little strange, but only a little.

Sometimes they do stay closed for a few days, either going back to the Federation to restock or having a big deal.

Fortunately, Mike is not the only federal person doing business, they can also buy what they want from other places.

Gun oil, shoe polish, hair wax, Federal cigarettes, film, magnesium rods, etc.

Various commodities, of course, there are also some "valuable" commodities, such as some exquisite glassware, which can be exchanged for a lot of things in Scotland, and some things that the people of the Federation use to enjoy, all of which have good sales here. .

Four days later, several of Mike's relatives returned from the International Port. As they walked on the road, they felt a little worried about leaving the two brothers behind.

Others continued to return home, and they came back to take care of this place.

These people were talking and laughing along the way until they entered the store and saw a strange local man sitting behind the bars.

Smiles froze on their faces, and before they could ask anything, several people blocked the door and blocked them inside.

After a brief noise, a tall and thin local man slammed the door of the shop.

More than half an hour later, the shop reopened. The floor seemed to have been cleaned, and there was still a faint smell.

In the middle of the night, a group of locals dragged several heavy bags of things and threw them to the place where they last hid their things. They threw them there casually, and wild dogs and cats would clean up these traces for them.

But what they didn't expect was that not long after they left, several federal men dressed as gold diggers quickly ran over.

They took out the daggers they carried and opened the bags. Inside were the few federal people who returned from the International Port today...

A week later, in the federal territory, the craze regarding the rights of overseas merchants is fading.

The parade that should be marched has passed, and the fried chicken that should be demonstrated has been eaten... No, the people who should demonstrate have also demonstrated, and eating fried chicken is just incidental.

Public opinion has been fed up with this wave of public opinion. It seems that some things have subsided, and people's attention has begun to shift from wealthy businessmen abroad to domestic employment rates.

In the morning, a gentleman walked out of his house dressed in overalls and carrying a briefcase. He greeted the neighbors cordially.

In the federation, there is an unspoken rule about what kind of community a family of a certain class should live in.

Residents have the right to refuse others to buy houses in the community and move in, so community society and community politics are also a very important part of federal society.

The neighbors on the left and right may be a help to you, but they may also become a red light for you, so everyone maintains kindness and enthusiasm for their neighbors.

After saying hello, the gentleman threw his briefcase into the passenger seat and drove out of the quiet community. The moment he entered the federal highway from the community road, a newsboy came from the sidewalk. Running past, shouting something loudly.

He looked over there subconsciously, and there were already many people gathered there. People took coins, snatched a newspaper from the crowd, and then left angrily.

what happens?

The gentleman was a little curious and glanced at the watch on his wrist. He still had enough time to delay a little.

He parked the car on the side of the road, honked the horn twice, and a little head emerged from the crowd, "Sir, do you want a newspaper?"

"The newspaper that was printed just now still smells strong of ink!"

The gentleman took out a one-dollar note from his pocket and held it between his index and middle fingers. "Is there any special news?"

"Yes, the Suge family who ran a shop in Suge were killed by locals..."

The newsboy handed over a newspaper, and then carefully took the dollar from the gentleman's hand. He did not forget to hold up the brim of his hat to show respect for the gentleman for the sake of the car.

The husband looked at the headlines on the front page of the newspaper, looking at the unprocessed and fragmented corpses, and his scalp tightened suddenly.

Although he didn't have much sympathy for these people, he still had a special emotion because of these photos.

What's even more outrageous is that the gang not only robbed Mike's business and killed them, but also took their business as their own.

They just ran the store without any worries, and they weren't even afraid of the police trying to trouble them!

Just that morning, in less than half an hour, countless calls came into the presidential palace.

Someone also called Lynch very strangely.

"Mr. Lynch, I have a business here, are you interested?"