Chapter 1241 Price

"Hello? Brother Luo? Are you free recently? Seven-thirty, Dragon Country? No time. It's okay. Let's make an appointment next time."

"Hello? Lewis? How about I come over to the Land of the Dragon at half past seven? My brother passed away? It's okay. Then next time..."

"Mr. Julian, oh? Not here? I'll call you later..."

"Vladimir, I, William, at half past seven, the dragon..."

beep! beep! beep!

This time, the call was hung up before the conversation was finished.

In the silent room, the forced smile on William's face gradually stiffened and deformed, and the phone in his hand, which had been badly damaged, squeaked and was about to burst.

"damn it--"

The scars on William's face were twisted, like insects squirming, glowing scarlet under the abundant blood.

These unreliable bitches used to be Brother William, but when it comes time to use them, either their parents are dead, or they are not at home... and there is Vladimir, the jerk who rose to power on his own. , dared to hang up the phone on himself.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

William punched the table: "Fuck you!"

If it hadn't been a troublesome time, he would have almost rushed into the poisonous insect's house, stuffed the barrel of the gun into his mouth, and pulled the trigger directly.

When did it become a drug seller's turn to be powerful in front of him?

But now, even a medicine seller dares to look down on himself...

The storm came suddenly.

No one was prepared.

Not only William, who only had a few factories and brothels to his name, but also the big bosses above were dead and disabled. In this sudden sweeping storm, the liver and brain were wiped out, and like wild dogs, they were thrown into the rat farm and turned into feed.

In just two days, the entire lower level area felt like it had been thrown into a frying pan.

Under the relentless attack of the guards of the Holy City, countless big figures who used to be majestic became dead dogs, and their business was almost completely shut down.

While the news reports that the crime rate has dropped significantly and the public security situation has improved significantly, the strife and struggles in the lower-class areas have almost reached the point where everyone is in danger.

The bastards whom the patrolmen shot dead on the streets were just fighting for a small reason, and countless bodies had already been left in the gutter where there was no light.

In order to save his own face and teach the shameless guys below a lesson, the newly appointed inspector of the middle-level district has issued a warning: Since those short-sighted bastards caused no less than five million in the middle-level district, losses, then at least five hundred heads will have to be handed over to be shot before the end of the month.

Five hundred heads?

Logically speaking, not to mention five hundred, even five thousand scumbags who didn't want to die without regrets could easily make up enough by driving around in a place like the lower district.

——But everyone is a big shot, so who will provide these five hundred people?

Even the seemingly chaotic low-rise areas actually have their own rules. Not an inch of land is ownerless, and not a dime of black money does not need to be taxed.

More than a dozen top-level gangs, countless vassals and even the ubiquitous bastards on the streets constitute the main body of this extremely deformed and distorted society. And under the years of fighting each other, everyone has a lot of hatred, and life-and-death blood feuds are common.

Now that there are almost clear indicators, the top gangs have begun to take the lead in attacking those small societies, starting a new round of annexation and struggle.

Originally, the situation was not so bad, but the death of the unlucky brother of Gang No. 7 was the first domino to fall.

A fire accident, whether intentional or unintentional, directly triggered a fierce internal fight in Gang No. 7. I don’t know how many family members started fighting for the position of the eldest brother that day.

In the end, under the iron fist bombardment of the Holy City guards, Gang No. 7, which once dominated the lower-level areas, completely collapsed and fell into pieces, becoming the first top-level gang to fall in the storm, and was coveted by other hungry wolves. After all the food was eaten, only a group of street gangs were left, waiting to be killed.

This is the first drop of blood, the first piece of flesh.

Under the temptation of this fuse, the villains who had already tasted the taste of meat could no longer hold back. The mountains of conflicts and frictions in the past directly triggered a new round of fighting.

Life and death.

And in this increasingly violent storm, everyone is too busy to take care of themselves.

The Iron Fist Gang, struggling to survive in the cracks, can only tremble...

It's not like William has never asked his patrons for help, but the big shot who used to be easy to talk to is now extremely cold and indifferent, and requested that starting from this month, his filial piety should be tripled.

three times? Three times, damn it, it’s enough for you, an old bastard, to sell your whole family for ten thousand years!

When he thought of the huge amount of money, the scars on William's face became congested and red again, and he became furious. But does he dare to say no? If you can't show your filial piety...

When he thought about the possible consequences, he felt faint phantom pain in his left hand.

The same pain had already been engraved on his body eight years ago when he offended Mr. Red Hands. Whenever he felt fear, the pain of having his fingers cut off one by one by iron pliers would appear. Emerging from steel prosthetics.

Just a few hours ago, he heard that the remnants of Gang No. 7 in the surrounding neighborhoods wanted to unite and perform surgery on himself first, but the familiar pain had reappeared, making him restless.

But when he tried to ask for help from his former bosses and allies, the result was that the last bit of heat in his heart was completely cooled.

"Brother, big brother."

The phone rang again, and the boy inside reported in panic: "Several unfamiliar faces came to the place, their arms were bulging, as if they wanted to cause trouble."

William was furious at first, and instinctively wanted to allocate manpower to make these blind guys look good. However, thinking of his embattled situation, he didn't know what to say for a moment. He sat there blankly and didn't even know when to hang up the phone. have no idea.

But soon, the phone rang again.

"You bastard, you can't even handle this little thing!" William roared: "You still need me to teach you how to do it!"

But there was no familiar voice on the phone, and the number didn't even come from one of his subordinates.

But an unfamiliar number.

Mocking laughter sounded from inside.

"Mr. William, it seems like your life is not going well."

I have never heard a voice so low, with an elegant tone unique to the upper class, and an indifferent aura overlooking the dust: "It seems that you already know that you are dead, right?"

What a pretense!

William wanted to curse, but he was so frightened for no reason that he even forgot to respond.

For a moment, he was frozen in place.

Just heavy breathing.

"Don't be anxious and angry, Mr. William, I don't like to waste time admiring the embarrassment of a drowned dog." The voice on the phone said: "If you want to live, please listen honestly.

Because no one can save you except me. "

"you……"

William gritted his teeth, and the scars on his face jumped: "What do you want to say."

"It seems that you have received the news that the No. 7 gang has united. You must have understood the current situation. If you don't eat them, they will eat you."

The cold voice said, "Why not be a real man?"

"What do you mean?!"

William suppressed his irritation and panic and forced himself to be calm.

Of course he knew what this guy meant.

He wanted to strike first.

But don’t you want to? The question is, what can you accomplish by relying only on your bunch of rubbish who only know how to pimp and beat up scoundrels!

"Don't be afraid, I have a gift for you."

The voice on the phone laughed: "A very precious, precious gift. Once missed, you will regret it for the rest of your life..."

Immediately afterwards, he gave an address.

It's not far from William and the others, just two streets apart, an apartment where prostitutes live together, and a room number.

"I'm giving you the chance to live, William. It just depends on whether you have the courage to take it."

The voice on the phone said, "Good luck."

"Who are you?!" William asked.

The voice on the phone laughed: "Well, how about you just think I'm Santa Claus?"

"You want me to be your spearman?"

William sneered and wanted to say something, but was interrupted. The mocking voice asked: "Do you think you have a choice?"

Immediately afterwards, the call was hung up.

In the dead silence, William's expression gradually changed, and in the end, it became completely gloomy, and his eyes were red.

Even if he doesn't know what's going on, he gets an inexplicable phone call and wants to make himself his tool? Have sweet fucking dreams!

Don't let yourself find these hideous guys...

Thinking of this, William finally calmed down in the chaos.

For the current plan, we must survive this wave first. The water dogs of Gang No. 7 may not be able to eat me. As long as I am willing to cut off the flesh, they may not be able to...

Thinking of this, he raised his head and shouted: "Zanetti! Zanetti, where did you die?"

When he couldn't wait for the accountant to respond to him, he picked up the phone and broadcast the number: "Zanetti, come see me immediately."

But what answered him was a panicked voice.

You can vaguely hear the noise and chaos on the street.

"No, boss." The younger brother replied in horror: "Just now, Mr. Zanetti was hit and killed by a dump truck!"

A buzz suddenly sounded from William's ears.

His vision went dark.

Dump truck...

In the entire neighborhood, apart from Gang No. 7 who eats up all the construction waste business, where is there a dump truck that belongs to someone else?

"Bastard thing!!!"

William couldn't help but yell angrily and smashed the phone: "You are bullying people too much!!!!"

Like a mad beast, he completely smashed everything in the office to pieces. When he came to his senses, only a mess was left.

But his eyes couldn't help but fall on the only complete tabletop.

On that note with a certain address...

It's like being tempted by the devil.

In the dead silence, he swallowed.

Can't take my eyes away anymore.

In the low-rise area, Area 9, a rampaging dump truck broke through the fence amidst the sound of chasing sirens as if drunk, and fell directly into the fetid river.

Just like that, amid the onlookers of many people, it sank silently and finally disappeared into the turbid current.

And just downstream, in the chaotic slum a few hundred meters away, a manhole cover was slowly pushed open, and a smelly figure crawled up in embarrassment, vomiting violently in front of many shocked eyes.

Finally, he staggered up and found a faucet to rinse his head, revealing a slightly childish face, now full of anger.

Soon, the sound of beeping sounded from his arms, and the phone sealed in a plastic bag vibrated.

"Hello? How is the work progress?" Santa Claus on the other end asked curiously.

"What else?"

Yuan Zhao was angry: "It's stealing cars, delivering goods, and bumping into people... You guy, can't you arrange some earthly work for me!

Next time something like this happens, do it yourself! I quit! "

"Oh, it seems that everything went well..." Huai Shi whistled happily: "Isn't this for you to practice in advance to get your driver's license in the future?"

"Practice my hands, I'll practice my ass——"

I get so angry when I mention this original photo. Where in the world can anyone use a dump truck to practice? Don't send the coach away just after you start the third subject in the future...

"You don't expect to recruit those guys as your subordinates to cultivate power, do you?" Yuan Zhao asked with a frown.

"Huh? Who said that?"

Huai Shi shook his head and replied calmly: "Even if you are raising dogs, you don't have to raise all kinds of dogs. Why choose a group of the lowest-level pimps?"

"Then why do you still give away so many things?" Yuan Zhao was puzzled.

"Well, it's hard to explain this to a kitten like you in a short while."

Huai Shi scratched his head in annoyance and thought for a long time: "You see, there is an old saying - every gift given by fate has a price secretly marked on it.

If that's the case, why can't I bid on this price? "

"... Whatever you want, you'd better not overturn." Yuan Zhao's eyes twitched wildly when he heard this, and he didn't want to dwell on this issue anymore.

"Oh, come back early. I bought the items on the list on the way back. I need them urgently."

After Huai Shi said a few words in a nonchalant manner, he hung up the phone.

Picked up the telescope again.

On the top of the rubbish-filled rooftop, he looked into the distance. Through the dirty windows, he could see William leading a large group of subordinates into the simple room in the apartment, kicked open the door, and then saw Original photo of the box left there.

After a brief hesitation, the subordinate immediately stepped forward and opened the box. But after he saw clearly what was inside, his legs softened and he almost fell to the ground.

Only William looked down at the weapons, bullets, and grenades that didn't even have a grid inside.

The smile gradually became ferocious.

"Get more, don't rush, take your time."

Huai Shi put down the telescope and whistled.

It seems that the gift has been received, the child likes it very much, and it can be used for sensitive skin.

I will probably buy it again next time... right?

never mind.

He picked up the phone and broadcast a number again.

Soon, he was connected.

"How are you guys thinking about it?"

Huai Shiyu sighed earnestly: "We, the people from District 7, are now leaderless. In such a precarious situation, if we don't unite, we may be in danger."

On the phone, several people seemed to say something, and soon a flattering voice sounded: "Thank you for your suggestion and help. We have decided to join forces to overcome the difficulties together, but I don't know where Mr. Lorenzo is..."

"Ah, don't worry. Mr. Lorenzo who is in prison has been cleared of suspicion. With the help of our company, he will return to the world in the near future and rebuild the world."

Huai Shi laughed: "It's just that I just received news that Mr. William doesn't seem to be planning to accept negotiations. There are some tricks secretly - please be careful."

"Don't worry! With the weapons and equipment you provided, we will definitely make him look good tonight!"

The remaining leaders of Gang No. 7 who had reached an alliance had the guarantee from their former bosses and the support of weapons falling from the sky. They all patted their chests and expressed that they had long disliked trash like William!

If you don't know what's good and what's good, you can just use him as a sacrificial flag for Mr. Lorenzo!

"Very well, I look forward to good news from you all."

Huai Shi smiled and praised a few words, then hung up the phone.

As for Lorenzo in prison... I don't know whether he is dead or alive, but it won't matter after tonight.

When the distant sky was filled with dusk light, Huai Shi dialed the phone again.

The customer service department of Paradise Power Group.

"I heard you are looking for that Santa Claus?"

Huai Shi said, "It just so happens that I have a clue..."

Soon, the phone was hung up.

Huai Shi thought for a while and made the last call of the day.

"Hello? Is this Wanmian Industry? I have news here. I wonder if you are interested..."

After hanging up the phone, he fell down the tall building, rolled into the gutter, and disappeared.

Huaishi sat on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the glorious city in the distance under the setting sun.

Will the weather be nice tomorrow?

he does not know.

But tonight, it will definitely be lively...