On the last day of the seventy-fifth year of the constitutional calendar, Li Xiuzhu put on a small black round hat with a not wide brim, but the shadow fell on his incomparably handsome eyebrows, and he immediately concealed all the sharpness of the past, leaving only Calm and low-key.
At the same time, on the most prosperous and lively Popstar in the distant Bermuda star field, Mr. Descartes, the chief assistant of the Federal Ministry of Commerce, also wore a wide-brimmed hat decorated with broken orchid petals, and the faces beside him were flattering. The smuggler introduced that this is Popstar's most flavorful outfit.
Mr. Descartes adjusted the brim of his hat with satisfaction, and the shadow fell on his ordinary face, lining his eyes with pride.
After the bloodshed in South Carolina and the accident on news channels, the federal government began to take the man with the steepest shoulders more seriously than ever.
On the one hand, the government has stepped up the arrest of Zhang Xiaohua and others, and on the other hand, it has strengthened its contact and support with the local forces in Bermuda, hoping to eradicate the strong foundation of Lin Banshan deeply rooted here.
This work has been going on for dozens of days. Descartes came here to draw a successful conclusion to this matter, check the results, and then experience the customs and customs of the manor.
Twenty years later, a college student at Pabble's law firm has become a middle-aged senior official with a big belly. The only thing that Descartes has not changed is his loyalty and reverence to Mr. Pabble. He should have been more cautious and serious...
However, the feeling of being surrounded by big people in Bermuda is so good, he definitely doesn't mind enjoying the so-called style, because the so-called style has many other interests besides the round-brimmed hat with broken orchid petals on his head.
The luxury motorcade drives slowly on the streets of Popstar. The ray filter film that is faintly visible above the atmosphere turns the brilliance of the distant stars into a faint blue, and the strange buildings around are shrouded in a blue, which looks very strange. Enchanting.
Descartes looked at the scenery outside the window and listened to the report of the subordinate beside him. He sighed silently in his heart. According to legend, Popstar has the most casinos and beauties in the universe. Buttocks woman with legs? It seems that because of this damn war, even Bermuda has been affected and has become much depressed.
"The Seventh Fleet has blocked Bermuda's three large-scale holes in the Federation. It has become very difficult for Lin Banshan's subordinate companies to trade with the Federation. In the past two months, their capital chain has been about to break."
The subordinate looked at the electronic record book in his hand and reported nervously: "The three military regions secretly sent two batches of arms to Bermuda. Recently, there have been 17 consecutive armed fights on Popstar, and Lin Banshan's subordinates suffered heavy casualties."
"Step by step, step by step, you are doing very well."
Mr. Descartes smiled and said with emotion: "I always thought that a gangster dared to fight against the Federation. It was really domineering and wanted to die."
"There are still two most critical licensed routes in the hands of Lin Banshan, and the underground control of Bermuda's five inhabited planets is still in the stage of competition. As long as it succeeds later, the government can no longer worry about this side."
Mr. Descartes sneered: "Is this the special program arranged for me by the emperors of Bermuda?"
The luxury motorcade stopped outside Popstar's most famous Hawaii club, Bermuda's most notorious arms smuggler, trotted to the car, opened the door respectfully, and took Descartes out.
Various exciting lines flickered on the light curtain at the entrance of the clubhouse. Descartes stood beside the car and frowned slightly and asked, "Is it here?"
"Yes, Mr. Descartes." The arms dealer explained: "Although Lin Banshan has been away for more than half a year, he has left a vicious dog here. In fact, we always thought that the vicious dog had no owner. Under the current situation, this dog will bite people everywhere for Lin Banshan."
"As long as this vicious dog can be knocked out tonight and the last two routes and area control can be obtained, then the whole of Bermuda will be yours."
The arms dealer bowed humbly and saluted.
Descartes frowned slightly and said, "Be careful, it's not mine."
The arms dealer smiled awkwardly, put his palm on his cheek, and said, "Look at my mouth, Bermuda will be the most staunch supporter of His Excellency the President."
"It's still not right."
Descartes sternly corrected: "According to the charter, Bermuda has complete independence and autonomy, and Bermuda will always belong to Bermudians. I only express serious concern on behalf of the federal government and His Excellency the President about what is happening here."
Dozens of militants armed with federal military firearms occupied the gate of the clubhouse, guarding the crowd as they walked towards the venue.
After entering the venue, all people with firearms were politely invited out, and Descartes and the arms dealer went directly into the box on the top floor.
Looking at the wide boxing ring illuminated by the lights below, he shook his head, without concealing the disgust on his face, and said, "To actually rely on black boxing to determine the ownership of the line area, you Bermudians are really naive ."
The arms dealer responded embarrassedly: "The underground world has the rules of the underground world. It is indeed a bit vulgar. Please bear with me."
The boxing match has officially started.
The two fierce men on the stage fought for no more than 20 seconds. The boxer with a black ribbon on his arm punched his opponent's jaw with lightning, followed by a small mistake to bully into the opponent's arms and hit his opponent with his knee. lower abdomen.
The whole venue seemed to hear the sound of something bursting, and the audience suddenly tightened their hearts and made a neat inhalation sound.
Seeing the blood-covered boxer being carried out of the arena, although he knew that he had won, Mr. Descartes still showed a look of disgust on his face, shook his head and said, "It's really savage and primitive."
The arms dealer smiled and turned his head. His flattering eyes suddenly became extremely calm, and he silently looked at the box opposite.
He didn't tell Descartes the truth. The reason why he chose to use the naive way of black boxing to decide such an important matter tonight was because he was bruised and bruised by that vicious dog.
Although there was support from the Federation, even though it was obvious that the vicious dog was about to be beaten to death, no one would have imagined that the vicious dog would actually support it and survive, and it still showed fiercely sharp fangs, with white teeth hanging on it. Horrible shredded meat.
Feeling the gaze from the man in the bread compartment, he slowly narrowed his eyes, slowly took off the bandage on the gunshot wound on his right shoulder, slowly stood up, put his hands on the bar, and slowly opened it because of blood loss. And the pale lips, revealing a mouthful of smoky yellow teeth, slowly made a contemptuous announcement.
"Sanpao, I'm going to fuck your mother again today."
His voice was soft, but there was a chilling palpitation. He leaned against the railing, grinning and squinting, like a desperate beast staring at the hunter's throat, revealing his sharp fangs.
From Donglin to Bermuda, Li Wei's brutality has never changed, as if he was the same orphan leader who dared to sweep Bell Tower Street with a thorn.