A black doctor from a certain American comic

Looking at Mo Fei's raised middle finger on the BMW 6 going away, Bill was extremely unhappy. As one of the top drivers on the fast track, he lost to a woman who appeared out of nowhere and lost 2 seconds. Ten thousand U.S. dollars.

The bastard who won the money was so proud that he gave himself the middle finger...

When Ji Zeer's BMW 6 was no longer visible, Tyrese walked out.

"Tyrese, we agreed that if you win, it's mine, if you lose, it's yours." Bill glanced at Tyrese and said, "But you asked me for help, and now you won't ask me to pay for it myself." Is this a hole?"

Their original plan was to collect more than 10 US dollars from Ji Zeer and Murphy, but they did not expect that they would give away 2 US dollars at the beginning.

"The US$2 will be transferred directly to your account tomorrow." Tyrese said angrily, with a look of pain on his face.

His family has a small amount of assets, but all the money is in the hands of his father. He only has pocket money, and US$2 is not a small amount for him.

But money is a trivial matter, the key is face!

Two centimeters of hairline was destroyed by Ji Zeer's violence. It was already very irritating. I wanted to find someone to take revenge and regain some face... and even gave someone another 2 US dollars...

Tyrese, who was getting more and more angry as he thought about it, couldn't help but speak a little hastily: "Bill, don't you always brag so much? Why can't a woman who appears out of nowhere win now?"

"Do you think her skills are like a newcomer? She just hasn't been around here before. She must be a master in other places." Being angered by Tyrese's questioning tone, Bill said coldly: "Don't look for me if you have the ability. Find someone who can defeat the opponent?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't mean anything, I just want to tell you that without your sister, you are nothing here! Are you still trying to get at me here?" Bill turned and left.

"You're a loser, why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf!" Tyrese blushed and looked in the direction where Ji Ze'er and Murphy were leaving with resentment in his eyes: "You are lucky today!"

……

Halfway up the mountain road.

One hand opened the car window to let the strong smell of DNA in the car dissipate.

"Murphy, 25 years old, owner of Mo's Medical Center in Chinatown..."

The deep voice on the phone rang in Murphy's ears, immediately cooling his somewhat congested head: "Who are you?"

"Frank Custer, one of your patients."

Murphy narrowed his eyes, he turned out to be the punisher.

As for why the Punisher knew his phone number, Murphy was not surprised at all. If he couldn't even do this kind of manipulation, why should he claim to be the pinnacle of ordinary human combat power?

(Captain America: I can’t do it. It seems I’ve embarrassed ordinary humans!)

"Is it you? The CIA agent?" Murphy pretended to have just remembered the name of the Punisher: "What do you want from me?"

"Thank you for saving my life!"

"Haha, we doctors are saving people all the time. This is our bounden duty. You don't need to go out of your way to call me to thank me." Murphy laughed.

"I know my own injuries. Without you, I may not be able to fight my way back from the edge of death."

Hearing what the Punisher said, Murphy felt a little ashamed. Without me, you could have survived on your own. But with me, you almost couldn't survive.

"Haha, you discovered this, but this is related to my family's secrets, please don't let others know." Mo Feitian shamelessly admitted his contribution.

"Understood. Also, I owe you a favor. If you run into trouble in the future, you can give me a call."

After the Punisher hung up the phone, there was an extra text message on Murphy's phone, a series of numbers, which should be the phone number.

"CIA agents? Why are you involved with them?" Ji Zeer, who was sitting astride Murphy's waist, asked curiously after the phone was hung up.

Murphy held Ji Zeer's waist with one hand and held her slender, white legs in flesh-colored stockings with the other: "It's nothing, I just happened to save a CIA agent. This is a thank you call for me."

"Oh." Ji Zeer hugged Murphy's neck, her face flushed and her eyes as charming as silk.

People who understand will understand when they see Ji Zeer's appearance that this is a physiological phenomenon that occurs when women suffer repeated attacks from men and the damage reaches a peak value.

"Then what happened to the family secret you just mentioned?" When the Punisher called just now, Ji Zeer consciously held her breath and stopped moving. Now Murphy hung up the phone, She started moving again.

"Haha, I have a lot of secrets!" Mo Fei smiled slightly: "Shall we exchange? How many secrets do you unlock of mine, and how many postures do I unlock of yours?"

"Yeah." Ji Zeer hummed twice, her breath was short of breath and she couldn't speak.

The fragrant sweat gradually dripped.

The BMW vibrated slowly.

It's obviously a moonlit night, but those who are interested can see the spring scenery in the garden that cannot be contained.

……

"Crench!"

The BMW 6 was parked on a street in Chinatown.

Murphy got out of the car and took a deep breath. After getting out of the rich DNA environment, the air suddenly became much fresher.

"then."

Not knowing what Ji Ze'er threw at her, Mo Fei instinctively picked up the item.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be three stacks of Franklins, green and reassuringly safe.

This is the money Ji Zeer won back tonight.

"What do you mean?" Murphy frowned.

"Whoring!"

"What the hell..."

Before Mo Fei could finish his words, Ji Zeer gave a refreshing smile, pushed down the accelerator, and the BMW 6 shot out like an arrow from a string.

A gust of breeze blew gently, and Mo Fei, who was holding three stacks of Franklins, came to his senses. He looked at the stuff in his hand. Mo Fei kicked his eyes, picked it up with his hand, and smashed it to the ground.

"Damn! Who do you think I, Murphy, am? Even if I, Murphy, starve to death, die outside, and jump off the Empire State Building, I will never get the money for selling myself!"

An angry Murphy turned around and left.

After taking two steps, he looked back at the three thick stacks of Franklin on the ground. After hesitating for a long time, he walked back nervously.

Walking up to Franklin, Murphy's face was filled with confusion...

Look around.

no one!

Murphy struggled for a while, then lowered his head, bent down, and picked it up.

As for moral integrity, it’s okay if it falls off. You can pick it up and dust it and you can continue to use it. It doesn’t matter if it’s broken. The few boxes of 502 he has at home are no joke!

Smelling the strong smell of green ink on Franklin's body, Mo Fei couldn't help but exclaimed from the depths of his soul: "It smells so good!"