The sword of the pirate is like a dream

Chapter 151 Kill it

"Miss. Miss Valentine's Day, right?"

The person who spoke was a fat man with a stern voice. There was a thick red circle on his left cheek and a red cross on his right cheek. He was wiping his sweat with a floral handkerchief in his hand, "It's really hard to find you..."

This is an empty warehouse, with some light coming in through the door. There are a lot of strange props by the wall, and a few muscular gangsters are exercising.

The circle-chased fat man turned his back to the gate, and in front of him, a dozen men of different ages with fierce faces were scattered around a man leaning on a wooden dummy in the middle, tied tightly to a wooden dummy. The long-legged woman on the long wooden stick has a fierce look in her eyes.

The fat man in Quancha wiped his sweat, "This month's protection fee and last month's protection fee, please settle it, we have a big event recently and we need a lot of money."

Mikita swallowed nervously, with a dry voice: "When I rented that house before, didn't Mr. 5 pay the rent for one year? He also paid the rent for an extra year... I saw it with my own eyes. See what he gave you..."

"The rent is the rent," the fat man in Quancha wiped his sweat again, "What I asked you for just now is the protection fee. The protection fee must be paid on time for the site of our Barto Club."

"I, I didn't bring any money..." Mikita's voice was a little trembling. The little money she borrowed had already been spent, and the finished product was completely destroyed in the battle just now. None of the coins.

"Oh, I didn't bring any money, so it doesn't matter. Where's your companion named Mr. 5? Ask him to send it over, we also have a considerate phone bug service. You are so rich, you should have a phone bug, right? Our I've seen Mr.5 used it once before."

The more Mikita heard it, her face became paler, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

The fat man in the circle was waving for someone to send the phone bug over, and looked at her with a smile on his face: "Miss, Miss Valentine's Day is so beautiful, it doesn't look good without a few fingers, does it? It's not worth it for such a small amount of money." Ah. As for our Barto Club, it is also reasonable, as long as the protection fees of last month and this month are settled, we will never offend a single finger of yours!"

Mikita's throat was dry, she opened her mouth, but said nothing.

The fat man in the circle thought she was going to say something, but he didn't hear the sound, so he moved closer and put his ear up: "What did you say? I'm sorry, I may have a bit of tinnitus recently, and I didn't hear clearly. Can you say it again?"

Mikita swallowed, but didn't swallow anything.She opened her mouth, only to feel that her mouth was very dry, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded softly: "Mr.5 he, he is dead..."

The fat man in the circle was stunned for a moment, and immediately put on a smile again, "Oh, it doesn't matter, it's the same with another person, Miss. Miss Valentine's Day, do you have any friends? Or find someone you know and see if the other person is willing." It’s okay to send you money.”

After a moment of hesitation, Mikita flashed a few faces of former colleagues she had seen at work, but she quickly denied it.

She was still silent, and suddenly a hand was stretched out from the side, and she pushed the fat man away with a greasy face: "So, you bastard, Peng Te, what's the use of spending so much time, dawdling, The boss is coming over soon, if he still can't figure it out, he will get angry again."

In his place was a tall man with platinum blonde hair in a rather weird hairstyle that stretched upwards like a burning flame, with elastic hair bands at the root of his hair and a bridge of nose A pair of light-colored triangle sunglasses, the sleeveless jacket with a stand collar on the upper body is open, revealing a black cross tattooed on the chest, and a nunchaku is stuck on the elastic waist of the yellow shorts.

The tall man stood up straight, showing a self-righteous smile, exposing his two missing upper front teeth: "Let me introduce myself, I am Gambia, the chief of staff of the Barto Club, this fat man is named Pent, and he is our accountant."

He paused, and then smiled with his missing teeth again, "Let me be straightforward, Miss. Miss Valentine, you belong to a criminal organization called Baroque Works, right?"

Mikita was startled, and suddenly raised her head, her pupils shrank suddenly.

"Hahaha, don't be so surprised. Our Barto Club is also a bit powerful. The more than 150 streets around Rogge Town are all our territory."

Gambia waved his hand and smiled, and the fat man with a cross in the circle pushed away by him squeezed over and said: "To be precise, it is 150 Erjie Street."

Gambia ignored him, and continued to smile at Mikita: "So, after we inquired a little bit, we found out that your work company seems to be quite remarkable, and the influence in the great airway is quite good?"

"We are all part of the underground world, so we can discuss everything. You can ask your superiors for some information to offset the protection fee. Isn't that all right? How about it? Do you want to think about it?"

Mikita wanted to say that she had been expelled, but she couldn't help but feel hopeful in her heart.if……

She nodded imperceptibly.

Gambia stared at her carefully, and was immediately overjoyed. He took the large phone bug sent by his younger brother and started dialing, completely ignoring Ponte who was glaring helplessly beside him.

"I know the motto your organization pursues, so I won't embarrass you. We have already inquired about a number within your organization."

He carefully dialed the numbers one by one, and when he heard the standby sound from the phone bug, he handed the receiver to Mikita, holding it up and waiting for her to speak.

Mikita swallowed again, her throat still dry as hell.

After a while of busy tone, the phone was picked up: "Hello?"

Mikita remembered this voice very deeply.Even if she only heard it a few times on Phone Bug, she would never forget it.

That's Mr. 0!President of Baroque Works!

Mikita opened her mouth intending to say something, but she was unable to speak.

Gambia, who was holding up the microphone, looked anxiously. Seeing that she was silent, there was another "Hello" from the microphone, and he simply took it to his mouth and started talking: "Hello, is this Mr. 0?"

The tone of the deep male voice simulated by the phone bug remained unchanged, "It's me."

"It's like this. What about your Baroque Work Club, there is a member who has no money to pay our protection fee, and she is in front of me now, do you want to confirm her identity first?"

There was silence on the other side, "Which one are you talking about?"

"Oh, her name is Miss. Valentine's Day, as long as you provide a little information, we will..." Gambia smiled softly.

But before he finished speaking, he heard the other party throw out a sentence indifferently:

"You killed her."

Immediately, the phone worm lowered his eyes, apparently the other party hung up the line.

Gambia was taken aback, and turned to look at the bound Miss Valentine's Day in a daze, only to see that the other person's face was pale with despair.

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