Chapter 125 The Wrong Way to Open It

Gao Guang wanted to be able to introduce himself without having to say the name Mad Dog, but now, he couldn't come up with a nickname that was high-end, classy, ​​low-key, luxurious and connotative.

Misstep, you should think of a nickname before coming back.

A black man stood at the door and looked at Gao Guang and them. His eyes were very wary. But after Gao Guang and Mike got out of the car, the man standing at the door quietly returned to the house and closed the door hard. Door.

Mike sniffed and said: "I don't know this guy, but I think he went back to inform us. Then either many people will come out with guns and ask what we are going to do, or they are going to escape through the back door. Only this Two possibilities."

Gao Guang was very sorry, he said helplessly: "Then we should be more proactive."

How could he take the initiative? Of course he came directly to visit. Gao Guang walked straight to the door and started knocking on the door.

There were two knocks on the door, and the door immediately opened a crack from the inside. The black man who had just come out stood behind the door. He looked at Gao Guang warily through the crack in the door and said, "What are you doing?"

Gao Guang smiled and said, "Let's talk business."

The black man looked behind him and saw Mike and Francisco.

The door closed, and Gao Guang could still hear someone inside saying: "Boss, there are three of us here to discuss business, and the leader is an Asian."

"Business talk? Asians? Let them in."

The door opened again, and Gao Guang walked in generously. Then he saw five black people in the living room, three sitting on the sofa, and one standing behind the sofa with a vigilant face, without any concealment. He held a shotgun directly in his hand.

The room was filled with an indescribable smell. It wasn't smelly, but it was very unpleasant.

A black man sitting in the middle of the sofa lifted his clothes to reveal the pistol on his waist. He stared at Mike behind him and said, "It's you, Mike. Long time no see."

There was a three-person sofa. A very fat black man sitting at the end stood up and said to Mike: "Mike, my brother."

Mike's expression was a little complicated, but he was behind Gao Guang, so Gao Guang couldn't see his expression.

Then he took two steps, bumped fists with the fat man using very complicated gestures, held hands, and touched shoulders again, Mike said in a helpless tone: "Why are you here?"

Gao Guang looked at Mike, then at the fat man who was hugging him gently, and then Mike said with a weird look on his face: "Well, this is David, my friend, uh..."

Before Mike had finished the introduction, he heard the fat man laugh and say: "Mike, didn't you follow a boss named Mad Dog to make a lot of money? Why are you here to discuss business? Do you have goods to sell?"

It did feel quite sudden. Gao Guang felt as if he had been slapped on the head, that's all.

Gao Guang looked at Mike blankly. Mike spread his hands and whispered with embarrassment: "I didn't expect David to be here. This, um, is a bit too coincidental. Uh, I don't know what to say. You Let’s figure it out.”

The fat man looked at Gao Guang and said with a surprised look on his face: "Are you the mad dog? No way, you are the mad dog of King Company?"

Gao Guang's lips trembled a little, and he looked at Mike in confusion.

Mike scratched his head and said, "I never thought you would meet..."

The fat man said in great surprise: "Hey, buddy, I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?"

Gao Guang took a deep breath. He tried his best to look calm and collected. Then he nodded and said slowly: "You are right, I am the mad dog of Mad Dog Company. No, you are wrong. It’s the king of Mad Dog Company, no! I’m the boss of King Defense Company! You can call me... Mad Dog!”

Several people stared blankly at the highlight, and then the man sitting on the sofa suddenly burst out laughing. He quickly tried to hold it in, but his shoulders shrugged, and finally he couldn't help it anymore. He patted his legs and said, He smiled and said, "I'm sorry! Haha, but you are so funny."

The fat man was also laughing, then he shook his head and said to Gao Guang: "Brother, you are so funny, you don't look like a mad dog."

Gao Guang wanted to draw his gun and kill everyone present, leaving only Francisco. But now, he didn't know whether he should turn his back or draw the gun and fight, or he should scold Mike angrily. Or maybe he should express his intention seriously and then complete a business negotiation.

The extreme shame made Gao Guang a little confused. This situation was something he had never thought of at all, and he was caught off guard.

At this time, Francisco suddenly said coldly: "Shut up, you bunch of idiots, do you want to die?"

Francisco cursed angrily. He glanced at the people in the room with a fierce look on his face, and said in a cold and sinister voice: "You are so rude. My boss is here to discuss business, not to accompany you." These bastards are just joking, you idiots!”

This was a way to open gang negotiations, but the effect seemed to be good. Several black people immediately shut up and stopped laughing. They looked at Francisco in shock.

Mike whispered from the side: "Yes, we are here to talk."

Mike suddenly pointed at the fat man and said seriously: "We are here to discuss business, David, it has nothing to do with you here, so don't say anything."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. After being stunned for a moment, the black man holding the shotgun suddenly raised the gun, first pointed it at Francisco, and then immediately pointed it at Gao Guang.

Mike finally knew what his attitude should be. He coughed twice and said to the black man holding the gun with disdain: "Put your gun down, who are you scaring? Boss, he is Gilson. I used to All the bags I robbed were sold to him.”

This tense and serious atmosphere is much more comfortable, and the tense look is more conducive to the use of highlights.

The highlight had calmed down. He slapped his nose twice with his hand and said to the black man sitting on the sofa: "Hello, Gilson. I'm here to talk about your business."

Gilson also became serious. He frowned and said, "Talk about my business? What do you mean?"

Mike angrily said: "How dare you sit down to talk to my boss, stand up!"

Gilson was surprised, but then he glared at Mike, and the man with the shotgun immediately pointed the gun at Mike.

Gao Guang waved his hand and said, "You don't have to be like this. You two are blocking me. Get out of the way."

Mike and Francisco stood in front of Gao Guang, one on the left and the other on the right. Gao Guang asked them to go away. At this time, the fat man David said with a surprised look: "What's wrong? What happened! Mike, what do you want to do? ?”

Gilson stood up from the sofa. He looked very calm and had the demeanor of an elder. He stood there and said confidently: "Tell me why you are here, or get out of here."

Gao Guang thought for a while and said, "I know you are in the business of collecting stolen goods. I want to ask, do you have the goods on hand?"

Being friendly makes money. Gao Guang still wants to talk calmly. After all, a few people just laughed and made him a little embarrassed. But actually, if you think about it carefully, you can't blame them, so if you want to make things happen, it's best to talk it out. Once the fight started, it would be dangerous to be pointed at a gun. The key point was that there would be nothing to talk about.

But after hearing Gao Guang's words, Gilson smiled disdainfully, and then said to Gao Guang: "You want to buy something from me?"

"Well, that's right."

Gao Guang was not in a hurry to express his intention. He thought it might be better to negotiate as a buyer.

But Gilson suddenly hardened his face, pulled out his pistol, and pointed it at Gao Guang's head. He said sternly: "Get out! I can't sell my goods to you. Get out of my house, or I'll kill you!"

Gao Guang said in shock: "Don't rush to draw your gun, man, we haven't talked yet, you don't know what I want to do, so if I say you can't collect stolen goods on my territory in the future, will it?" Make you even more angry?"

Gilson was stunned at first, and then he seemed to have heard some terrible joke, so he laughed even more crazily, lowered the gun in his right hand, patted his thigh with his left hand, and said with a smile: "You're laughing to death, you think you are Who? Give me..."

Smiling, Gilson was about to raise his pistol again, but the moment before he raised his pistol, Francisco suddenly moved forward and grabbed Gilson's pistol with his right hand. He clamped Gilson's neck under his arm, then suddenly pointed Gilson's pistol at the man holding the shotgun, and said angrily: "Put the gun down! Otherwise I'll blow your head off!"

This was beyond everyone's expectations. The man holding the shotgun also had a face full of astonishment. He looked at the pistol aimed at his head, and at Gilson who was struggling under Francisco's armpit. But he remained motionless, neither daring to shoot nor put down the gun.

Francisco suddenly strangled his left arm hard, not very viciously, but said pitifully: "Do you all want to die?"

The man holding the shotgun suddenly raised his hands, with the shotgun hanging on his right hand. Then he swallowed and said loudly: "Brother, calm down, calm down!"

Francisco smiled coldly, and then he suddenly let go of his left arm. Gilson, who was almost suffocated, was shaking. While he was gasping for air, Francisco grabbed Gilson's clothes with his left hand. , pulled it forward, and hit Gilson hard on the corner of the eye with the handle of the gun in his right hand.

The brow bone was smashed open, and blood spurted out and covered Gilson's left eye. Gilson immediately screamed and covered his eyes with his hands.

Francisco said angrily: "Kneel down! Talk to my boss!"

Gilsenten knelt on the ground and shouted: "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Francisco let go of his hand, and Gilson wiped his eyes with his hands. After finding that his eyes were fine except that his brow bone was smashed open, he first breathed a sigh of relief, and then said tremblingly: "If you have anything to say, please do it." explain……"

Francisco immediately raised his right hand, and Gilson immediately covered his head and screamed: "I'm sorry! What do you want to ask, boss? I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"