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Miles raised his eyelids and looked at Ling Luxian, "You really know how to comfort people."

"Oh, it seems that our President Miles is a little hurt inside and needs someone to comfort him."

"Stop playing tricks. That gorilla isn't that stupid. We just see if his cleverness will backfire." Miles rolled his eyes.

"Oh, our President Miles can make this expression."

Ling Luxian held out the bottle and motioned for Miles to touch it.

"Humph, I'm very approachable." Miles snorted, but he also touched Ling Luxian's bottle with his own, raised his head and took a big sip of wine. "What do you think we should do now?"

Ling Luxian put down the bottle and his eyes became serious.

“It’s best to hold back now to avoid attracting unnecessary attention.

Not to mention Kurt Hansen, he is definitely an enemy.

Song Zhaomei...she may not be on our side. As of now, Song Zhaomei's disappearance is shrouded in mystery.

As for Washington, it is even more unclear whether it is an enemy or a friend. In times of crisis, we must look beyond the surface.”

Miles sneered, "That's absolutely right, so we can't let Hansen lead us by the nose."

Just then, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. The two looked at each other and stood up quickly.

"Could it be Song Zhaomei?"

"I'm not sure, but we'd better be prepared." Miles hid behind a load-bearing pillar, picked up the gun and pointed it at the door.

The two held their breath, and then the door was opened from the outside.

His voice can be heard before the person arrives.

"I say, we are really lucky today. We have a city view room. This place is not something we can afford. Today we can have a good meal."

From these words, you can tell that this person is a bit careless.

The other person, on the other hand, seemed a little nervous.

"There's something a little bit off here. I think it's a little bit off."

The other person who was speaking had such nervous breathing that it became heavy.

"Something's wrong, Taylor, stop nagging. It's a real bummer. If you want to get Hansen's airdrop, just keep your mouth shut. Come on, bro, let's go inside and take a look."

Miles whispered in Ling Luxian's ear: "Tie Yu, these two people can't stay."

As he spoke, Miles loaded his pistol.

Ling Luxian grabbed the weapon in Miles's hand and said, "Don't kill people all the time. These two people don't look like Hansen's men, and they seem to be at odds with Hansen.

Let me talk to them first, and then I can kill them if something goes wrong."

Miles' expression tightened, "You'd better know what you're doing. These two people are variables and can't be kept."

After saying this, he didn't care about Ling Luxian's opinion and went straight out of the bunker, pointing his gun at the two men.

"Put down your weapons, now! I don't want to say it a second time."

The leader raised his hands, and the other pointed his gun at Miles.

The leader said, "Hey, buddy, calm down. We two brothers just want to find a place to spend the night, don't get so excited."

"Get lost, this place is occupied."

When Miles saw that the two men did not recognize him, in order to establish a good relationship with Ling Luxian, he did not intend to kill them directly, but asked them to get out.

Ling Luxian sighed and walked out of the shelter.

Not surprisingly, the big fool in the lead was a black man with dyed yellow hair. He looked like a big villain.

Another person named Taylor also complained to Big Black, "I told you, something is not right here."

"Hey! Wait a minute!" The big black guy seemed to have discovered something. "Is that the presidential uniform? I heard there's a bounty on Miles' head, is that right?"

"Fuck!" Miles gritted his teeth in hatred.

Ling Luxian slapped him on the forehead. This black guy really didn't think before he spoke. If Miles heard what he said, would he still be alive?

When Nei Ge thought about it, God laughed.

Ling Luxian hurried out to smooth things over, "Brothers, we don't want to cause any trouble, how about we talk it out?"

"She's holding it against my face, what the hell is this?"

Miles glanced at Ling Luxian, ready to give him some face, and said to Big Black, "If you don't make a sound, that guy won't make a sound either."

"Hehe." Hearing this, Big Black relaxed and smiled foolishly.

"It's not impossible, but your wallet will have to bleed a little."

Ling Luxian tilted his head and looked at this guy. Maybe he was a little confused? The gun was still pointed at him, and he was thinking of taking advantage of the situation. He really wanted money over life.

The guy named Taylor was much calmer. He must have been very confused as to how he could have such a disappointing brother.

"I said, don't add fuel to the fire."

"Taylor, shut up. This is called negotiation, don't you understand?"

"What the hell are you talking about? If it weren't for your negotiation with Hansen, would we have ended up like this?"

Big Black seemed to be touched by the pain and said, "Shut up."

Ling Luxian pulled Miles behind him and said to the two crosstalk performers, "I say, why are you two pretending to be so arrogant? This is dog town. If you take a wrong step, you will end up in a coffin."

Miles also took over Ling Luxian's words, "Either die in Dogtown, or go to Night City and live a peaceful and peaceful life. It's your choice."

Taylor looked at Big Black, "Jacob?"

Big Black, no, Jacob said, "What are the conditions? What do you want?"

Miles said, "It's simple. This place is spacious enough and everyone keeps to themselves. But if there are uninvited guests, you two have to stand on our side."

Jacob, who was quite happy to confront others just now, is now speechless.

Seeing that the two were slow to speak, Ling Luxian asked, "Brother Qian'er and Fatty Black, what are you two still considering? There aren't many chances to get the new president of the United States to show some leniency."

"Am I fat?" Jacob looked at his body and asked Taylor, "Also, his name is Taylor, not Brother Qian."

Ling Luxian nodded, "Okay, little black fat man. So, have you two thought about it?"

"Consider it? You have to let me think about it. This is going against Hansen."

Taylor urged, "Can you weigh it faster? My hand is numb from holding the gun."

"Deal, Mr. President." Jacob put down the shotgun and put it on his shoulder. Seeing that Miles was the new President of the United States, the lion opened his mouth and said, "Get me another Renfield."

"Fuck you." Taylor looked at Jacob in shock. This grandson really has no memory at all. He only remembers eating and not being beaten.

Miles was too lazy to argue with them. "Okay, Renfield is Renfield, but you have to behave yourself. If you dare to play any tricks, not only will you lose your car, but you will also lose your life."

Jacob grinned and said, "Don't worry, Mr. President, I, Jacob, keep my word."

"Do you have any special requirements for the car model?"

When Jacob came closer, Ling Luxian discovered that this guy was missing his left leg and was supported by the simplest leg prosthesis.

The quality of this thing is comparable to the wooden legs of medieval pirates.

"I can handle any type of car."