The boss suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen some Guinness record for eating hot dogs, and it was really over a hundred. Hmm, did I remember it wrong? It was over two hundred.
But with Luke's spiritual suggestion and the clear indication of money, the boss immediately gave up worrying about this.
If he really ate too much and died, it wouldn't be a coincidence that he happened to be here! The boss muttered to himself and went back to work as a coolie and grilled skewers like crazy.
Selina said softly, "Is there something going on at the coffee shop?"
Luke also saw the images sent back by the drone parked near the coffee shop.
At the foot of the coffee shop, I saw fifty or sixty big men getting off the car and starting to climb the mountain.
Carol and her friends' coffee shop was the only building on this hill, so these people could only be coming for them.
Luke sighed regretfully: "Boss, is this grilled one ready?"
Boss: "Okay, okay, I'll be right there."
Luke asked Selina to pack the kebabs while he drove to a nearby location.
A minute later, his car stopped next to the stall, and Selena and Gold Nuggets jumped into the back seat of the car, holding a large bag of barbecue.
The boss waved his hand reluctantly: "Come again next time."
Tonight, he, his wife and daughter worked for an hour and got $1,200 from Luke.
This last time, I only packed up a few skewers and earned at least $150 in "tips."
I really hope that if I can have one such "big customer" every day... no, every month, I will be satisfied. The boss was a little bit arrogant and couldn't help but make a beautiful wish.
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A moment ago, on the platform outside the coffee shop on the top of the hill, Carol looked at Marcos beside Lorna warily: "Dana (Lorna's current name), who is he?"
Just now, she saw Luna arguing and pulling with this man on the path above, and she was worried so she rushed over immediately.
Fortunately, Marcos was obviously in a "begging" state, otherwise Carol would probably have taken out his own machete.
When Lorna saw Carol, she felt a little embarrassed: "He..."
Carol's eyes scanned between the two of them, finally stopping at their hands clasped together: "Boyfriend?"
"Um... yes." Luna was not too surprised, but relieved. There are some answers that are always difficult to say out loud.
Carol looked at Marcos and said, "Let's talk inside." Then she turned and walked into the coffee shop.
After Lorna and the other person came in, Carol brought a bottle of mineral water and put it on the table at the door: "Drink some water first, Dana, come with me."
Marcos sat at the door tactfully, watching the two women walk to the bar, where they could hear faint conversations.
Suddenly, he heard some noise and turned to look outside the door.
The light inside was brighter than the darkness outside, but he could still vaguely see a few swaying figures near where the sound came from: "Who?"
As soon as he finished speaking, more figures emerged from the path. One of the short and fat figures laughed triumphantly: "Run, Marcos. Run one more and show me."
The crowd approached quickly, and Marcos' face changed drastically. He immediately hid behind the wall and shouted to the bar, "Be careful, Torres and his men are chasing us."
Almost instantly, the conversation behind the bar stopped and Carol and Lorna ran out quickly.
Marcos quickly reminded: "Don't come out, they all have guns, run away from the back quickly."
As he spoke, he picked up the chair next to him and pushed it towards the door.
There is no need to think about closing the door. For the sake of beauty, the coffee shop uses floor-to-ceiling glass doors, and there are also partial floor-to-ceiling glass curtain walls next to it.
He did this just to prevent the other party from rushing in through the door.
What surprised Marcos was that Lorna and Carol did not look panicked at all.
Forget about Luna, after all, he is very familiar with her and knows that she is brave.
But Carol looked short and thin, and his dress and demeanor were typical of an ordinary, honest man, but at this moment he looked indifferent: "Who is Thomas?"
Before Marcos could answer, Lorna explained simply: "He is the leader of a large local drug trafficking gang, responsible for transporting illegal drugs."
"Why are they here?" Carol walked around the bar, picked up two Western-style kitchen knives and placed them in front of him, then opened the drawer and placed a box full of steak knives on the bar.
Lorna looked unhappy, but she still answered concisely: "They wanted Marcos to help them deliver the goods, but he didn't want to. We just stopped him at a bar in the city."
Carol turned her head and looked at her: "You were there too?"
Lorna: “Yes.”
Carol sighed, "I understand. I'll make my move shortly, so attack with all your strength."
Luna was surprised: "Full strength?"
This meant that life or death was not a matter of concern, and Carol actually never wanted to cause any death.
Carol nodded and sighed in her heart: Before we part, I will clear up some troubles for you.
At this time, a group of big men moved the chairs at the door and entered the lobby of the coffee shop.
Marcos was unarmed and could only retreat to the side of Luna and the others. He couldn't help but ask, "How about I give them a beating later and you guys go first?"
Carol glanced at him in surprise and asked Lorna, "Can he do it?"
Luna was a little annoyed: "Just treat him as a big light bulb, a very bright one."
Carol probably understood, and just nodded from Marcos: "I see, you take a break first. I'll deal with them first, and then we'll talk about your problem."
The big men who had rushed in spread out and half-surrounded the three people, seeming to have the situation under control.
A short and fat figure came out from outside. It was Torres. "Haha, why don't you run away? Well, there's another woman? Okay, okay, I'll sell them together. Although they're a little ugly, they can still be sold for some money if they're taken apart."
Carol narrowed her eyes and held two table knives in her hands under the bar: "You still sell organs?"
Torres didn't bother to answer the question: "Marcos, tell me about the Mexican channel you have, and I will spare their lives."
Marcos gritted his teeth and took a breath, but for a moment he didn't dare to speak.
He could stand up for himself, but now the other party was threatening Luna and her sister, so he dared not refuse outright.
Torres' more than 20 men were all armed with guns, most of them were pistols, and four of them were holding M10 submachine guns.
At such a close distance, those four M10s could hit the three of them even if they fired randomly with their eyes closed.
Carol took a deep breath and said, "Lorna, get ready! Go!"
As she spoke of her preparations, Lorna leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowed.
Under her control, two small gray-black flying knives floated up from the dark corner and quietly approached the two big men with submachine guns.
As soon as the word "start" came out, the small flying knife instantly accelerated and shot into the throats of the two big men from the side.
Carol threw two table knives at the same time with his hands under the bar. The blades drew two straight and blurry silver lines in the air and went straight into the faces of the other two submachine gunners.