Glory of the Sun God (Marvel Sun God)

As soon as Serior opened his mouth, little Mourinho had the urge to stuff the pistol from behind his waist into his mouth. .biquge

You know, although his cousin rejected his initial proposal, he and his cousin have always had a good relationship.Since childhood, he has been his cousin's little follower.It was his cousin who protected him as he grew up without a father in the chaotic streets of Mexico.

He respected and loved his cousin as much as he loved his father.And now, the murderer who killed his cousin actually dared to describe his cousin's death in front of him without any shame, which naturally made him feel angry.

If his family were not present, he would do anything to avenge his cousin.However, it was precisely because of the constraints of his family that he felt that he was afraid of throwing rats away, so he could only suppress the anger in his heart and gritted his teeth and asked Seyol.

"Serior, what on earth do you want to say!"

"I am praising your luck, but I would like to warn you that your luck will not always be so good."

Not caring about the threat from the bereaved dog, Serior blew out smoke rings and grinned at little Mourinho.

"Have you seen my men? As long as I say a casual word, you will immediately follow in the footsteps of your damn cousin. Of course, it may not only be you, but also your mother, your sister, you Wife. By the way, I heard that your wife is about to give birth. Now it seems that you won’t have the chance to see this kid pop out of his mother’s belly!”

If we say at the beginning, the look on Mourinho's face was fierce and hateful.Now, with every word of Serriol hitting the most fragile defense line in his heart, his expression has begun to become weak and helpless.

His family was always his biggest weakness. He thought of his mother who had worked so hard to raise him, his three sisters who regarded him as his support, his soul mate and the crystallization of their love that was about to be born.He just couldn't get any harder.

After all, he was not that kind of cold-blooded guy. He couldn't imagine the tragic situation in front of him.So this heavy panic and worry easily crushed his spine, causing him to kneel down and beg for mercy involuntarily at this moment.

"What do you want to do? Please, let them go. They are innocent, you can't break the rules here."

"Rules? When have you ever seen my mad dog Serior follow the rules?"

Serriol used his nickname without hesitation, and you could tell from his tone just how much he despised such a rule.

"Let's not talk about who made this rule, why should I abide by it? Just looking at the benefits before me, I have no need to abide by this rule. What is the use of abiding by the rules? It can make these brothers under me Will it make a lot of money? Will it make my territory bigger? If I can get all this by not following the rules, then why should I follow your bullshit rules?"

Mourinho was unable to refute Serior's words. He also knew that with words alone, it would be difficult for him to have any sympathy for this guy known as a mad dog.He's clearly not the sympathetic kind of guy.But what else could he do?

Negotiations require bargaining chips.But now he doesn't have anything that can serve as a bargaining chip.So he could only plead, over and over again, like a bereaved dog.

This is what Serior wants to see.In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he wanted to see little Mourinho surrender and beg for mercy, then he would have asked his men to shoot him to death here.

He likes to watch his former opponents groveling before him, especially when such an opponent can bring him additional benefits.So at the moment, he was not playing any tricks, but said this to Mourinho straight to the point.

"I can see, Mourinho, you care about your family. In that case, I can give you a chance."

"I took over the territory of the Mexican Brotherhood. However, I didn't get all of your original purchase channels and buyers. It's easy to talk to buyers. Those sick and tuberculosis ghosts, as long as I have the goods in my hands, I'm not afraid. They don’t come to us. But the channels for purchasing goods are a difficult problem to solve.”

"My people are unable to deal with the drug lords in Mexico, and what I happen to know is that you have always been in charge of the Mexican Brotherhood. Your brothers' connections in Mexico can help you get the best goods. , and now, I want you to help me get the same goods."

"As long as you can help me contact good people and establish channels. Then I don't care about being kind to you so that your wife and children can live safely. You should want to see your children born, right? If you think so, then I think you should know how to make a choice!"

Of course little Mourinho wants to see his child born. He dreams of seeing this little life come to this world safely.So when faced with this kind of problem, he had no room for a second choice. He could only accept the condition thrown by Seliol.

"I can agree to your terms, as long as you are willing to let go of my family."

"Very good. You are very smart and made a choice that satisfies me the most."

Nodding with satisfaction, Serriol waved to the men behind him.Seeing his gesture, three tall black men immediately came out from behind him.

They walked up to little Mourinho unceremoniously, grabbed the three sisters behind him and walked in the direction of Serriol.

This sudden change made Mourinho a little unable to accept it. Regardless of his own injuries, he rushed towards these three people.Of course, the result was obvious. Before the others could pounce, they were already stepped on by a black man.

The heavy pressure and the severe pain from the wound did not stop him from resisting. He struggled fiercely and shouted loudly at Serriol.

"What are you going to do, Serriol? You promised me, you promised me you would spare my family!"

"Did I promise you?" He walked straight up to Mourinho holding a cigar in his mouth. Serriol squatted down and patted his face while grinning his big steel teeth and facing him like this. he said. "I think you should recall carefully. What I am talking about is letting your wife and children live in peace. This does not include your three beautiful sisters. To me, these three sisters of yours can They made me a lot of money. I don’t have any reason to give up on them, do I?”

"Of course, if you definitely want to do this, I can give you a choice. If you let go of your sister, then you have to exchange it with your wife. Although it is a bit disadvantageous to exchange three for one. But your wife She's not bad looking, and she's pregnant. I think she should be quite popular in my nightclub. Hahahaha."

Serriol's words were not so much teasing as cutting into Mourinho's heart.He couldn't let go of his sister, but he couldn't let go of his wife and unborn child.For him, this was a matter of no choice.So all he could do was struggle and roar like a trapped beast under the big black man's feet.

His performance made all the black people present laugh, because in their eyes, Mourinho was as ridiculous as a real mad dog.And just when they were laughing and making noises.A sudden voice interrupted their noise.

"That's enough, it's so unappetizing. It was actually a good delicacy, but the presence of you guys started to make me feel sick."

There is no doubt that the person who can say such words at this time can only be the only customer in the restaurant.Faced with the shocking words of this guy who was so bold and dared to continue sitting here eating when everyone was hurriedly escaping from the restaurant, all the black people present couldn't help but shut their mouths.

They have seen bold people, but they have never seen such bold people.This time it made them think that the person in front of them had something special to rely on.However, after seeing his face with obvious Asian characteristics, they immediately put this little worry behind them.

A very interesting thing is that black people in the United States claim that they are the target of racial discrimination all day long.And once they face those Latinos or Asians, their identity will change, from a person being discriminated against to a racist.There is no reason at all, they look down on these brown and yellow people, as if they are hesitant, as if they are the masters of this country.

This magical thought is manifested at this time, that is, a large group of black people immediately started shouting and cursing at this Asian mixed-race person after silence.But just when they were happily yelling and scolding, Serriol made a gesture of listening and asked this sentence to the Asian mixed-race man.

"What did you say, sir? Can you repeat what you just said?"

"I said, your behavior makes me sick and unappetizing."

He didn't care at all about such threatening and intimidating words. This Asian mixed-race man always maintained a high degree of unity in his words and deeds.He even said that in order to make his description more convincing, he also used words to vividly compare his inner feelings.

"It's like when you are eating steak and suddenly someone goes to the toilet next to you. I really can't describe how bad I feel right now. If I can, I really want every one of you to Everyone, try this feeling!”

If he was telling a joke or joking, then his words might have some effect.Although it may not make people laugh, it will definitely make people feel sick.But he wasn't telling a joke, he was taunting everyone here, especially Serior.This of course made him angry again.

But he didn't yell or even refute.What he did was not consistent with his nickname at all, because at this time he actually politely apologized to this mixed-race Asian.

"I'm really sorry, sir. I really didn't expect that our work would cause you such trouble. Please rest assured that we will pay attention to it. I can assure you that this kind of thing will not happen again."

"Because you will never have the chance to experience this feeling again."

When he said this, one of his confidants walked directly behind the Asian mixed-race man, took out a pistol, pointed it at the back of his head and pulled the trigger.

The gunman does this kind of thing often, or in other words, he is the executor of Serriol's will in this regard.As a person who is called a mad dog, it does not mean that he is called a mad dog just because he yells and pulls out a gun.In the world of gangsters, such people are called normal.One of the main reasons why he is called a mad dog is that one second he may be whispering to you, but the next second he has already beaten you into a sieve.

The high degree of inconsistency between words and deeds, as unpredictable as a mental patient, coupled with his past fame, this is the main reason why he is called a mad dog.

This is not the first time he has done something like this.The original Italian gang boss, the guy who didn't even have to look at him, fell on their family's dining table in the same way.No one thought that he, who originally begged for mercy like a dog, would finally win the final victory in this way.Even he didn't think of it.But after that, he fell in love with the sight of blood splattering everywhere and brains flowing onto the dinner plate like boiled milk.

Now, it can be said that he is eager to see the same situation.However, something unexpected happened to him at this time.

Gunshots were fired and bullets were fired.From his angle, he could even see bright sparks blooming in front of the back of the guy's head.This is a normal scene. However, what is unusual is that one hand is blocked between the back of the head and the pistol, and it is holding something in a posture that looks like holding a cigarette.

The distance was only five or six meters, so of course he could clearly see what was caught in that hand?A bullet, a deflated bullet like popcorn.And this bullet was now held in the hand of the Asian mixed-race man who was supposed to fall on the table. This situation made him immediately understand what he had encountered!

Damn it, these super humans are pretending to be pigs and eating tigers!He cursed in his mind, but there was no hesitation on his lips.In just a moment, he was already shouting crazily at his men.

"Shoot, shoot. Kill him, kill him. Don't let him get out alive!"

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