Chapter 926
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The gentleman sitting opposite Sanchez was a little uneasy.
People like Sanchez are not good at first sight. They are either scars or tattoos on his face, head, back of hand and wrist. How can such people be a "good man"?
The gentleman wanted to change his position, but felt that his sudden change of position might annoy the gang member who had been staring at him. He could only continue to pretend to be reading the newspaper.
"Hey, give me your newspaper."
The ferocious man across the street opened his mouth. The man reading the newspaper didn't react at first. Later, he nodded again and again, "just right, I've finished reading it, so..."
He saw a one dollar note. He didn't know whether to take it or not. He thought it was a "robbery" with a case value of only 50 points. Now it seems that it's not a robbery, but he made 50 points.
Just as he hesitated, Sanchez leaned forward, stuffed a dollar into each other's chest pocket, and then took the other party's newspaper.
"Although it's ferocious, it should be a good man." the newspaper reader thought so. At least the other party politely gave himself the money first and took the newspaper, which shows that the other party is a civilized person.
Since we are civilized people, we can't make random guesses based on the external performance of each other.
He turned his head and looked at the scenery outside the window, as if the dark night, like the ink in an ink bottle, would never change. It was the most beautiful scenery at this moment.
Sanchez took the newspaper and the veins rolled around his neck.
The photo in the newspaper was a snap shot. Lynch walked in the crowd. It happened that this photo caught his side face surrounded by the crowd.
Handsome, handsome, there is an unspeakable temperament that penetrates the newspaper.
But Sanchez was very angry.
This is a thief, a thief. He stole his own wealth!
Now the problem has become more troublesome. It is not as simple as persuading his uncle, but to convince Lynch who is richer and has more status and power in the Federation.
This makes everything troublesome.
At the same time, a dark killing opportunity flashed in Sanchez's heart. Now he can kill his uncle without hesitation.
But before that, he has to take care of Lynch!
The next day, when the newspaper man woke up, the fierce guy was gone. He sorted out his clothes and walked out of the car with his briefcase.
At the moment when his shoes set foot on buppen's land, a momentum of "social elite" poured out of his body.
Soon he mingled with the crowd and disappeared.
He did not notice that there were many policemen near the station, at least more than usual. These policemen maintained order when necessary. Those who could really play a role were still agents hidden in the crowd.
However, they are doomed to have no harvest this time, because Sanchez jumped when the train was about to arrive at bupayne station.
He would like to thank the federal scientific and technological level for not allowing the train speed here to exceed 100 kilometers per hour. Otherwise, he would not be able to walk after falling and getting up from the car, and he might lose his life.
With a slight change in his dress, a tramp entered bupayne with the tramps entering the city.
In fact, there are not many tramps in buppen. Everything here is very expensive, the living burden of tramps is also very heavy, and those social elites in buppen lack sympathy and compassion.
But after all, some people are reluctant to leave. After all, this is the core of the Federation. Even the food at the rescue station is better than that in other places.
No one will pay attention to whether a tramp will enter the city in the morning, let alone check their identity.
When the Dirty Sanchez entered the city, he didn't contact anyone, especially mariro's general.
At present, transnational calls still need to be transferred manually. He can't mention the call like a fool and tell the transfer clerk that he is a fucking villain and is exposing his goal now.
All he has to do now is find a way to talk to Lynch, but first he needs a gun.
Weapons are the basis of friendly communication. When he was eight years old, he understood this truth with a gun and a bullet, which made his wrist swollen for more than a week.
He came to a slightly remote antique shop owned by a man in his forties.
He was wiping some antiques. When Sanchez came in, he glanced up and lowered his head to do his own business.
Sanchez went to the counter, looked at the environment here, and then put forward his request, "I need a gun..."
The boss said without looking up, "sorry, if you want weapons, please go to the supermarket or weapons store. We don't sell weapons here."
The federal sale of weapons also requires a license, which is related to the outflow of weapons.
Sanchez took out all his money, more than 1600 yuan, and patted it on the table.
Another two coins rolled on the ground disobediently, making a crisp crash. He glanced sideways at the silver-plated Candlestick not far away. "I need a gun."
The owner of the antique shop put down his work and looked up and down at Sanchez. He stretched out his hand and opened Sanchez's collar and saw the tattoo inside.
Tattoos have a certain meaning.
The meaning of religion, or the nature of gangs, the police and government staff will not easily tattoo. The tattoo on Sanchez's chest obviously makes him look like a gang member.
The antique shop owner then released his hand. He shook his head. "There's not enough money."
This time, instead of letting Sanchez leave, he said that there was not enough money. Sanchez frowned, "there are about 1800 yuan here."
"You can go to the weapons store across the street and buy a weapon with a federal registered gun number for 1350 yuan. Then you have to show your gun certificate and social security number. Finally, they can send you 100 bullets."
The owner of the antique shop still looked great. He tapped his finger on the counter, "but here, 1800 yuan is not enough. You need 2500 yuan to buy a gun, and I only give you seven bullets."
"Shit!"
Sanchez kicked the counter.
"Now it's 2600 yuan. You can kick more. I don't mind!"
The owner of the antique shop looked at Sanchez with dangerous eyes. Without hesitation, he lifted his clothes. There was a holster in it. The lock of the holster was open and there was a pistol in it.
Sanchez came and turned twice. He really didn't have money. He searched every place where he could make money. He didn't get any more except a ten cent coin.
But the uncompromising attitude of the antique shop owner made him a little crazy.
"Do you have pliers?" he asked suddenly.
"It's very cheap. It's only two dollars." the owner of the antique shop put a second-hand pliers on the counter.
Sanchez slapped his hands on the counter and let the antique shop owner's hands into his arms with a bang.
He stared at the boss fiercely. After staring for a while, he suddenly picked up pliers and stuffed them into his mouth.
In a cry that seemed to tear the whole person, he pulled out a bloody tooth.
There was a diamond on it. It was his worm tooth.
His doctor helped him repair the wormhole. When preparing to backfill, he asked the doctor what was the hardest thing that wouldn't be damaged so easily.
The doctor told him it was a diamond, so he asked someone to find a similar diamond and put it into his teeth.
"Bah......" he vomited a mouthful of blood and slapped the pliers on the counter. "This, add 1800 yuan for a pistol and a box of bullets."
The owner of the antique shop was also frightened by this cruel man. He didn't take anesthetic and forcibly pulled out his teeth. The pain is only one thing. That kind of cruel heart shows that the person in front of him is definitely not an ordinary gang member.
He was silent for a moment. From somewhere under the counter, he took out a box with a pistol in it.
"The newly retired military gun has erased the gun number and number, and no one can trace it." he said and put a box of bullets on the table. "Fifty bullets."
Sanchez vomited two more mouthfuls of blood in the process. He glanced up at the antique shop owner. "Do you have any painkillers?"
The boss hesitated, took out a small bottle and poured out several pills. "Special medicine. You can't feel it even if someone cuts off your head within three hours."
Sanchez nodded, directly picked up one, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it mixed with blood and water.
He quickly checked the pistol and left with the pistol and bullets.
The sun outside was just right. He lowered his head and his cheeks gradually began to swell.
He tore a piece of cloth from his clothes, rubbed it tightly, put it into the wound in the inlet with force, and then bit it tightly.
There is no pain, but the touch still exists, which is amazing.
When he walked, he even felt a little floating, like eating poisonous mushrooms by mistake.
This also reminds him of another big business on the border, the smuggling and trafficking of ghost face mushrooms.
Thinking about these messy things, he avoided the main road and walked down the path towards the city center. He had to see Lin Qi first.
At the same time, the entire buppen defense system was launched.
With the confirmation of the federal wanted notice, major television stations broke in the news this morning. The newspaper man on his way found that the man on the wanted notice seemed to be the guy sitting opposite him.
He immediately found the nearest police station and explained his situation.
After the FBI agent took over and repeatedly asked several times, he left the police station, and everyone knew that Sanchez was back.
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The gentleman sitting opposite Sanchez was a little uneasy.
People like Sanchez are not good at first sight. They are either scars or tattoos on his face, head, back of hand and wrist. How can such people be a "good man"?
The gentleman wanted to change his position, but felt that his sudden change of position might annoy the gang member who had been staring at him. He could only continue to pretend to be reading the newspaper.
"Hey, give me your newspaper."
The ferocious man across the street opened his mouth. The man reading the newspaper didn't react at first. Later, he nodded again and again, "just right, I've finished reading it, so..."
He saw a one dollar note. He didn't know whether to take it or not. He thought it was a "robbery" with a case value of only 50 points. Now it seems that it's not a robbery, but he made 50 points.
Just as he hesitated, Sanchez leaned forward, stuffed a dollar into each other's chest pocket, and then took the other party's newspaper.
"Although it's ferocious, it should be a good man." the newspaper reader thought so. At least the other party politely gave himself the money first and took the newspaper, which shows that the other party is a civilized person.
Since we are civilized people, we can't make random guesses based on the external performance of each other.
He turned his head and looked at the scenery outside the window, as if the dark night, like the ink in an ink bottle, would never change. It was the most beautiful scenery at this moment.
Sanchez took the newspaper and the veins rolled around his neck.
The photo in the newspaper was a snap shot. Lynch walked in the crowd. It happened that this photo caught his side face surrounded by the crowd.
Handsome, handsome, there is an unspeakable temperament that penetrates the newspaper.
But Sanchez was very angry.
This is a thief, a thief. He stole his own wealth!
Now the problem has become more troublesome. It is not as simple as persuading his uncle, but to convince Lynch who is richer and has more status and power in the Federation.
This makes everything troublesome.
At the same time, a dark killing opportunity flashed in Sanchez's heart. Now he can kill his uncle without hesitation.
But before that, he has to take care of Lynch!
The next day, when the newspaper man woke up, the fierce guy was gone. He sorted out his clothes and walked out of the car with his briefcase.
At the moment when his shoes set foot on buppen's land, a momentum of "social elite" poured out of his body.
Soon he mingled with the crowd and disappeared.
He did not notice that there were many policemen near the station, at least more than usual. These policemen maintained order when necessary. Those who could really play a role were still agents hidden in the crowd.
However, they are doomed to have no harvest this time, because Sanchez jumped when the train was about to arrive at bupayne station.
He would like to thank the federal scientific and technological level for not allowing the train speed here to exceed 100 kilometers per hour. Otherwise, he would not be able to walk after falling and getting up from the car, and he might lose his life.
With a slight change in his dress, a tramp entered bupayne with the tramps entering the city.
In fact, there are not many tramps in buppen. Everything here is very expensive, the living burden of tramps is also very heavy, and those social elites in buppen lack sympathy and compassion.
But after all, some people are reluctant to leave. After all, this is the core of the Federation. Even the food at the rescue station is better than that in other places.
No one will pay attention to whether a tramp will enter the city in the morning, let alone check their identity.
When the Dirty Sanchez entered the city, he didn't contact anyone, especially mariro's general.
At present, transnational calls still need to be transferred manually. He can't mention the call like a fool and tell the transfer clerk that he is a fucking villain and is exposing his goal now.
All he has to do now is find a way to talk to Lynch, but first he needs a gun.
Weapons are the basis of friendly communication. When he was eight years old, he understood this truth with a gun and a bullet, which made his wrist swollen for more than a week.
He came to a slightly remote antique shop owned by a man in his forties.
He was wiping some antiques. When Sanchez came in, he glanced up and lowered his head to do his own business.
Sanchez went to the counter, looked at the environment here, and then put forward his request, "I need a gun..."
The boss said without looking up, "sorry, if you want weapons, please go to the supermarket or weapons store. We don't sell weapons here."
The federal sale of weapons also requires a license, which is related to the outflow of weapons.
Sanchez took out all his money, more than 1600 yuan, and patted it on the table.
Another two coins rolled on the ground disobediently, making a crisp crash. He glanced sideways at the silver-plated Candlestick not far away. "I need a gun."
The owner of the antique shop put down his work and looked up and down at Sanchez. He stretched out his hand and opened Sanchez's collar and saw the tattoo inside.
Tattoos have a certain meaning.
The meaning of religion, or the nature of gangs, the police and government staff will not easily tattoo. The tattoo on Sanchez's chest obviously makes him look like a gang member.
The antique shop owner then released his hand. He shook his head. "There's not enough money."
This time, instead of letting Sanchez leave, he said that there was not enough money. Sanchez frowned, "there are about 1800 yuan here."
"You can go to the weapons store across the street and buy a weapon with a federal registered gun number for 1350 yuan. Then you have to show your gun certificate and social security number. Finally, they can send you 100 bullets."
The owner of the antique shop still looked great. He tapped his finger on the counter, "but here, 1800 yuan is not enough. You need 2500 yuan to buy a gun, and I only give you seven bullets."
"Shit!"
Sanchez kicked the counter.
"Now it's 2600 yuan. You can kick more. I don't mind!"
The owner of the antique shop looked at Sanchez with dangerous eyes. Without hesitation, he lifted his clothes. There was a holster in it. The lock of the holster was open and there was a pistol in it.
Sanchez came and turned twice. He really didn't have money. He searched every place where he could make money. He didn't get any more except a ten cent coin.
But the uncompromising attitude of the antique shop owner made him a little crazy.
"Do you have pliers?" he asked suddenly.
"It's very cheap. It's only two dollars." the owner of the antique shop put a second-hand pliers on the counter.
Sanchez slapped his hands on the counter and let the antique shop owner's hands into his arms with a bang.
He stared at the boss fiercely. After staring for a while, he suddenly picked up pliers and stuffed them into his mouth.
In a cry that seemed to tear the whole person, he pulled out a bloody tooth.
There was a diamond on it. It was his worm tooth.
His doctor helped him repair the wormhole. When preparing to backfill, he asked the doctor what was the hardest thing that wouldn't be damaged so easily.
The doctor told him it was a diamond, so he asked someone to find a similar diamond and put it into his teeth.
"Bah......" he vomited a mouthful of blood and slapped the pliers on the counter. "This, add 1800 yuan for a pistol and a box of bullets."
The owner of the antique shop was also frightened by this cruel man. He didn't take anesthetic and forcibly pulled out his teeth. The pain is only one thing. That kind of cruel heart shows that the person in front of him is definitely not an ordinary gang member.
He was silent for a moment. From somewhere under the counter, he took out a box with a pistol in it.
"The newly retired military gun has erased the gun number and number, and no one can trace it." he said and put a box of bullets on the table. "Fifty bullets."
Sanchez vomited two more mouthfuls of blood in the process. He glanced up at the antique shop owner. "Do you have any painkillers?"
The boss hesitated, took out a small bottle and poured out several pills. "Special medicine. You can't feel it even if someone cuts off your head within three hours."
Sanchez nodded, directly picked up one, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it mixed with blood and water.
He quickly checked the pistol and left with the pistol and bullets.
The sun outside was just right. He lowered his head and his cheeks gradually began to swell.
He tore a piece of cloth from his clothes, rubbed it tightly, put it into the wound in the inlet with force, and then bit it tightly.
There is no pain, but the touch still exists, which is amazing.
When he walked, he even felt a little floating, like eating poisonous mushrooms by mistake.
This also reminds him of another big business on the border, the smuggling and trafficking of ghost face mushrooms.
Thinking about these messy things, he avoided the main road and walked down the path towards the city center. He had to see Lin Qi first.
At the same time, the entire buppen defense system was launched.
With the confirmation of the federal wanted notice, major television stations broke in the news this morning. The newspaper man on his way found that the man on the wanted notice seemed to be the guy sitting opposite him.
He immediately found the nearest police station and explained his situation.
After the FBI agent took over and repeatedly asked several times, he left the police station, and everyone knew that Sanchez was back.
The gentleman sitting opposite Sanchez was a little uneasy.People like Sanchez are not good at first sight. They are either scars or tattoos on his face, head, back of hand and wrist. How can such people be a "good man"?The gentleman wanted to change his position, but felt that his sudden change of position might annoy the gang member who had been staring at him. He could only continue to pretend to be reading the newspaper."Hey, give me your newspaper."The ferocious man across the street opened his mouth. The man reading the newspaper didn't react at first. Later, he nodded again and again, "just right, I've finished reading it, so..."He saw a one dollar note. He didn't know whether to take it or not. He thought it was a "robbery" with a case value of only 50 points. Now it seems that it's not a robbery, but he made 50 points.Just as he hesitated, Sanchez leaned forward, stuffed a dollar into each other's chest pocket, and then took the other party's newspaper."Although it's ferocious, it should be a good man." the newspaper reader thought so. At least the other party politely gave himself the money first and took the newspaper, which shows that the other party is a civilized person.Since we are civilized people, we can't make random guesses based on the external performance of each other.He turned his head and looked at the scenery outside the window, as if the dark night, like the ink in an ink bottle, would never change. It was the most beautiful scenery at this moment.Sanchez took the newspaper and the veins rolled around his neck.The photo in the newspaper was a snap shot. Lynch walked in the crowd. It happened that this photo caught his side face surrounded by the crowd.Handsome, handsome, there is an unspeakable temperament that penetrates the newspaper.But Sanchez was very angry.This is a thief, a thief. He stole his own wealth!Now the problem has become more troublesome. It is not as simple as persuading his uncle, but to convince Lynch who is richer and has more status and power in the Federation.This makes everything troublesome.At the same time, a dark killing opportunity flashed in Sanchez's heart. Now he can kill his uncle without hesitation.But before that, he has to take care of Lynch!The next day, when the newspaper man woke up, the fierce guy was gone. He sorted out his clothes and walked out of the car with his briefcase.At the moment when his shoes set foot on buppen's land, a momentum of "social elite" poured out of his body.Soon he mingled with the crowd and disappeared.He did not notice that there were many policemen near the station, at least more than usual. These policemen maintained order when necessary. Those who could really play a role were still agents hidden in the crowd.However, they are doomed to have no harvest this time, because Sanchez jumped when the train was about to arrive at bupayne station.He would like to thank the federal scientific and technological level for not allowing the train speed here to exceed 100 kilometers per hour. Otherwise, he would not be able to walk after falling and getting up from the car, and he might lose his life.With a slight change in his dress, a tramp entered bupayne with the tramps entering the city.In fact, there are not many tramps in buppen. Everything here is very expensive, the living burden of tramps is also very heavy, and those social elites in buppen lack sympathy and compassion.But after all, some people are reluctant to leave. After all, this is the core of the Federation. Even the food at the rescue station is better than that in other places.No one will pay attention to whether a tramp will enter the city in the morning, let alone check their identity.When the Dirty Sanchez entered the city, he didn't contact anyone, especially mariro's general.At present, transnational calls still need to be transferred manually. He can't mention the call like a fool and tell the transfer clerk that he is a fucking villain and is exposing his goal now.All he has to do now is find a way to talk to Lynch, but first he needs a gun.Weapons are the basis of friendly communication. When he was eight years old, he understood this truth with a gun and a bullet, which made his wrist swollen for more than a week.He came to a slightly remote antique shop owned by a man in his forties.He was wiping some antiques. When Sanchez came in, he glanced up and lowered his head to do his own business.Sanchez went to the counter, looked at the environment here, and then put forward his request, "I need a gun..."The boss said without looking up, "sorry, if you want weapons, please go to the supermarket or weapons store. We don't sell weapons here."The federal sale of weapons also requires a license, which is related to the outflow of weapons.Sanchez took out all his money, more than 1600 yuan, and patted it on the table.Another two coins rolled on the ground disobediently, making a crisp crash. He glanced sideways at the silver-plated Candlestick not far away. "I need a gun."The owner of the antique shop put down his work and looked up and down at Sanchez. He stretched out his hand and opened Sanchez's collar and saw the tattoo inside.Tattoos have a certain meaning.The meaning of religion, or the nature of gangs, the police and government staff will not easily tattoo. The tattoo on Sanchez's chest obviously makes him look like a gang member.The antique shop owner then released his hand. He shook his head. "There's not enough money."This time, instead of letting Sanchez leave, he said that there was not enough money. Sanchez frowned, "there are about 1800 yuan here.""You can go to the weapons store across the street and buy a weapon with a federal registered gun number for 1350 yuan. Then you have to show your gun certificate and social security number. Finally, they can send you 100 bullets."The owner of the antique shop still looked great. He tapped his finger on the counter, "but here, 1800 yuan is not enough. You need 2500 yuan to buy a gun, and I only give you seven bullets.""Shit!"Sanchez kicked the counter."Now it's 2600 yuan. You can kick more. I don't mind!"The owner of the antique shop looked at Sanchez with dangerous eyes. Without hesitation, he lifted his clothes. There was a holster in it. The lock of the holster was open and there was a pistol in it.Sanchez came and turned twice. He really didn't have money. He searched every place where he could make money. He didn't get any more except a ten cent coin.But the uncompromising attitude of the antique shop owner made him a little crazy."Do you have pliers?" he asked suddenly."It's very cheap. It's only two dollars." the owner of the antique shop put a second-hand pliers on the counter.Sanchez slapped his hands on the counter and let the antique shop owner's hands into his arms with a bang.He stared at the boss fiercely. After staring for a while, he suddenly picked up pliers and stuffed them into his mouth.In a cry that seemed to tear the whole person, he pulled out a bloody tooth.There was a diamond on it. It was his worm tooth.His doctor helped him repair the wormhole. When preparing to backfill, he asked the doctor what was the hardest thing that wouldn't be damaged so easily.The doctor told him it was a diamond, so he asked someone to find a similar diamond and put it into his teeth."Bah......" he vomited a mouthful of blood and slapped the pliers on the counter. "This, add 1800 yuan for a pistol and a box of bullets."The owner of the antique shop was also frightened by this cruel man. He didn't take anesthetic and forcibly pulled out his teeth. The pain is only one thing. That kind of cruel heart shows that the person in front of him is definitely not an ordinary gang member.He was silent for a moment. From somewhere under the counter, he took out a box with a pistol in it."The newly retired military gun has erased the gun number and number, and no one can trace it." he said and put a box of bullets on the table. "Fifty bullets."Sanchez vomited two more mouthfuls of blood in the process. He glanced up at the antique shop owner. "Do you have any painkillers?"The boss hesitated, took out a small bottle and poured out several pills. "Special medicine. You can't feel it even if someone cuts off your head within three hours."Sanchez nodded, directly picked up one, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it mixed with blood and water.He quickly checked the pistol and left with the pistol and bullets.The sun outside was just right. He lowered his head and his cheeks gradually began to swell.He tore a piece of cloth from his clothes, rubbed it tightly, put it into the wound in the inlet with force, and then bit it tightly.There is no pain, but the touch still exists, which is amazing.When he walked, he even felt a little floating, like eating poisonous mushrooms by mistake.This also reminds him of another big business on the border, the smuggling and trafficking of ghost face mushrooms.Thinking about these messy things, he avoided the main road and walked down the path towards the city center. He had to see Lin Qi first.At the same time, the entire buppen defense system was launched.With the confirmation of the federal wanted notice, major television stations broke in the news this morning. The newspaper man on his way found that the man on the wanted notice seemed to be the guy sitting opposite him.He immediately found the nearest police station and explained his situation.After the FBI agent took over and repeatedly asked several times, he left the police station, and everyone knew that Sanchez was back.
