Listening to his boss' words, Buck scratched his head and said hesitantly, "Uh, boss, it's easy to kill that yellow monkey. We can just shoot him to death when we get a chance. But if we do that, will his black police friend..."
"idiot!"
Hearing Buck's words, the man with glasses couldn't help but scold.
"Who told you to use a gun? Didn't he go to the hospital twice not long ago? Let him go to the hospital again this time! Do you need me to teach you how to kill people?!"
The man with glasses was really angry. He knew that Buck was a little bit stupid, but up to this point, he could be said to be stunned.
With a long sigh, he looked at Buck sitting opposite him, looking like he was being scolded. Thinking that Buck was his most loyal henchman after all, he could not help but remind him again: "Take the organization's newly developed poison. Remember, try not to attract attention!"
"Don't worry, boss, I promise to complete the task!"
Buck patted his chest to make a promise and looked up, a cruel smile on his face.
He thought of a good idea.
The man with glasses frowned when he saw this, but still waved his hand to signal Buck to go out.
No matter what, Buck's ability to get things done is worthy of his recognition.
…
…
Blake surrounding shop.
As dusk approached, there were no more customers in the store.
After cleaning the entire store, Kyle said goodbye to Colin.
Colin stood at the counter, looked at Kyle who had just put on his clothes, thought for a moment, and asked him to wait.
"Anything else, boss?"
Kyle looked confused.
"No, you just forgot something."
Colin smiled and shook his head, pointing to the leftover food they had eaten at noon on the counter.
After hearing Joseph talk about his family situation, he felt quite sympathetic towards Kyle's current situation.
He can't help with more, but he is still willing to provide these conveniences in life.
Perhaps this can also be called his kindness
Well, it seems that even if he went to another world and changed his body, it still couldn’t conceal his kind nature!
Colin thought with a bit of conceit.
After hearing this, Kyle bowed with emotion.
As a man whose family has been extremely poor since childhood and who has had to work hard to survive, he would not regard this kind of well-intentioned help as an insult to himself.
"Thank you, boss!"
Without pretending to be polite, Kyle picked up the bag of food and thanked him gratefully.
"I just don't want to waste food!"
Colin said with a smile, and then urged: "Okay, go home quickly, I have to continue to do my work. By the way, don't forget to help me close the rolling door when you leave."
Colin, who couldn't stand the atmosphere, hurried to the basement.
He has designed two blueprints based on his own needs for equipment to assist him in completing his resource acquisition plan.
Since it was not for the purpose of increasing strength, but simply required certain specific abilities, it could be forged even with the resources he currently had in stock.
According to the current progress, he will be able to obtain these two pieces of equipment by tomorrow noon at the latest.
He is now full of energy as he is looking forward to getting the first prop he has made with his own hands.
First floor.
In front of the counter, Kyle looked at the boss who walked into the basement, and the gratitude in his eyes became more genuine.
He thought that the boss must have left in such a hurry to save his face.
In this regard, he can only repay his boss with a more enthusiastic work attitude.
After rechecking the hygiene of the shop, Kyle closed the shutter door as instructed by the boss and walked briskly towards home.
The family's financial situation was so difficult that there was no meat on the table for a long time.
The food we brought back this time was comparable to the Christmas meals we had in previous years.
Thinking of the surprised cheers of his younger brothers and sisters when he returned home, he couldn't help but quicken his pace.
…
Every place has its glamorous and dirty parts, and the metropolis of New York is no exception.
Compared to the prosperity of the central area, the place where Kyle lives is not even as good as the average residence in the 1950s.
After passing through various messy streets, Kyle stopped in front of a dirty and cracked tube building.
"Why is there a car parked here?"
Kyle was a little confused as he looked at the Land Rover parked on the concrete floor in front of the building.
Most of the people who live here are extremely poor. Not to mention cars, even families who own bicycles are considered "rich". Very few people from outside come here.
Never mind. It has nothing to do with me anyway.
Kyle shook his head and stopped thinking about it. Compared to the car parked in front of the building, he was more concerned about the smiling faces of his younger brothers and sisters when they saw him bring back the delicious food.
With a beaming smile, he took out the key and opened the door.
But after entering the house.
The happy mood seemed to be blown away by the cold wind from the underworld and was instantly frozen.
"We meet again, boy!"
Buck stood in the living room, looking at Kyle who came in, and grinned.
In the house, besides Buck, there were six strong white men.
They held knives and guns in their hands and were looking at Kyle with malicious eyes.
Kyle swallowed hard, looked at his mother and brother and sister who were tied to the ground with something stuffed in their mouths, and begged tremblingly, "Sir, if you are angry about what happened this morning, I apologize to you. I will accept it whether you hit me or scold me, but please..."
"Let your family go, right?"
Before Kyle could finish, Buck sneered and spoke.
He strode forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed Kyle's hair and pulled it upwards, grinning and shouting: "Who do you think you are? You are just a nigger, do you have the qualifications to ask Lord Buck for help?"
Buck cursed angrily, used his wrist to pull Kyle to the ground, and started beating and kicking him.
The people watching around cheered and whistled loudly, which made Buck play even more excitedly.
Kyle curled up and endured it all in silence.
He hoped to use his pain to make these people leave, but many times, things would only develop in the worst direction.
"Pooh!"
Buck spitted on Kyle and ignored the guys around him who were teasing him. He kicked Kyle who was curled up on the ground with a slight breath and said, "Don't play dead, kid. If you want us to let you and your family go, you can, but you just need to do one thing for me!"
"I promise you that after this, not only will I not cause you any more trouble, but I will actually give you some money as a reward!"
Buck bent down, his tone filled with indescribable temptation.
Kyle looked up after hearing this and asked through gritted teeth: "What do you want me to do?"
"It's easy!" Seeing Kyle agree, Buck smiled and took out a glass bottle from his pocket and said, "As long as you find a way to get your boss to drink what's in it, our deal..."
“Woo woo!”
The tied-up Kyle's mother suddenly shook her head frantically. A guard nearby kicked her and cursed, "Behave yourself, bitch!"
Kyle clenched his fist subconsciously after seeing this. Buck noticed it and waved his hand, signaling the other party to stop beating him. After stuffing the medicine bottle into Kyle's hands with red eyes, he jokingly whispered in his ear: "Smart boy, I know you should be able to guess what this is. Do you really want to beat me up, or even kill me?"
"But unfortunately you can't do it. You can only choose to kill your boss in exchange for your family, or tell the police and let your family be sunk into the sea."
"I hope to see the news I want to see by tomorrow evening."
"Don't let me down, boy!"
"Let's go, guys!"
Buck stood up and greeted everyone with a big laugh. The other people in the room giggled and took out the sacks they had prepared long ago. After drugging the person and knocking him out, they swiftly stuffed the person into the sack and took him away from the dilapidated room.
Kyle looked at Buck and the others who disappeared in the blink of an eye. He endured the pain, picked up the food bag that fell on the ground, and looked at the medicine bottle stuffed into his hand, his face gradually struggling.
(End of this chapter)