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At three o'clock in the morning, a 24-hour convenience store is open.

Someone patted Zhang Ming, and Franklin came over with a basket of snacks and instant noodles. He asked, "What are you thinking about? I see you have been here in a daze for a long time."

Zhang Ming pointed to the TV. The news picture was fixed on Tony being sent to the hospital.

Michael and Trevor heard the sound and gathered around, their expressions gradually becoming serious.

They were not familiar with Tony, but at least they had participated in the Siege of Abomination together, and they had a bond of fighting side by side.And unlike other rich people, Tony didn't put on much pretense, and his personality was compatible with Michael and the others. Seeing him lying on the hospital bed, unconscious, they didn't feel particularly comfortable.

The clerk is a middle-aged uncle who likes to gossip. He gloated while scanning the bar code.

"It's really unlucky to be approached by an enemy while racing. With Tony Stark's nature, do you think he slept with the Russian's wife? There are rumors that he changes to a different country every day. woman……"

Trevor listened impatiently and stared——

Snapped!

The clerk was shocked.

Zhang Ming slapped a hundred dollars on the counter and pushed it in front of him.

"After paying the bill, the rest is a tip. Can you please be quiet for a while?"

The clerk shrugged his shoulders. No one would have trouble with money, so he obediently kept his mouth shut.

The four men were carrying several bags of things. Trevor looked back at the clerk who was happily counting money, and asked Zhang Ming, "Why don't you let me beat him up?"

"I'm tired tonight." Zhang Ming said.

Trevor spat on the ground and limped ahead.

A group of four people came to the "safe house" that Michael said.

This is an ordinary apartment with three bedrooms and one living room. You can see several nearby streets from the window. It is very suitable for hiding. If something happens, it is also convenient for escaping.

Michael put the brown-green medical kit on the table, glanced around, and finally landed on Trevor's butt.

"Who's coming?"

Michael, Zhang Ming, and Franklin, three men, look at me and I look at you, with rejection in their eyes.

Finally, Franklin sighed, picked up the medicine kit, accompanied Trevor to the bedroom, and bandaged the wound on his butt.

After a while, Trevor's strange moans came from the room.

Zhang Ming and Michael looked at each other for a few seconds.

"Xiao Fu is a good man." Zhang Ming sighed.

"Yeah." Michael felt the same way.

"Fake! Man, how long has it been since you took a shower!"

Franklin's voice became strange due to the smell, and Zhang Ming heard the sound of opening the window and gasping for breath.

"We will divide the things later... give more to the rich man." Zhang Ming suggested that all the money earned was hard-earned money.

Michael asked, "Where is Lao Cui? He is still injured."

Zhang Ming thought for a few seconds and said, "Let Xiao Fu be more generous. I feel that he is hurt more now."

Michael nodded.

The "treatment" in the room continued. Michael went to change clothes and came over with two cups of coffee.

"I only have American style. I'm used to the taste of my youth." Michael handed over the coffee.

"Thank you." Zhang Ming took the coffee and said with a smile, "Always recall the past. This is something only old people do."

Michael shrugged and said, "I feel a little old, especially when I act with you."

"Isn't Lao Cui about the same age as you?"

"Him?" Michael waved his hand and said, "He is not like me. He never recalls the past. The only thing that allows him to recall is revenge, like a bull that never knows how tired it is."

Michael noticed that Zhang Ming frowned slightly after taking a sip of coffee. He said, "If you find it bitter, there are sugar cubes and creamer in the kitchen."

"No need, drink something bitter now, it will just refresh you." Zhang Ming said, after the bitter taste, the rich aroma of coffee overflowed from his lips and tongue.

Michael sat on the sofa, feeling tense all night, which was still a bit too much for a middle-aged man.

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