Infinity from the giant

You can search for "Unlimited Search Novels from Giants (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Garcia quickly passed the four sheets of paper in his hand, and the content on them was different.

There are serious analyses, malicious speculations, and some very shabby.

Soon, his cheek moved and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Something on this is too exaggerated, right?"

Rehn said cheerfully: "Just leave it alone, just print it.

This was written by me staying up late to cater for the different needs of different groups of people, which is very troublesome."

Of course, there are printing presses in this world, and with technological innovation, some people have invented the rotary press, which can reach 3,600 printing hours.

There is also a printing shop in the small town, and there is a printing press in it, which is enough. 5000 sheets of paper will not take two hours.

Shrugging his shoulders, Garcia stopped asking, moving his mouth above, and breaking his leg below.

He helped his gray cowboy hat, lit himself a cigarette, and went out quickly.

"Boss, then I'm going to arrange manpower." Susanna's clear and melodious voice sounded.

"Go, let someone set up a stand on the central square of the town by the way." Rennes exhorted.

"Yes, boss, it's really amazing." Susanna glared at him, her tone a little dissatisfied.

In order to find those extras, she worked all morning, and even went to the small theater in the town to find a few professionals.

Ren spread his hands and said indifferently: "It's not bad if you didn't let you warm the bed."

Rehn felt that he was quite conscientious. As a new director, at least he didn't hide her.

Daimei raised her eyebrows without complaining too much. With the sound of choppy footsteps, she quickly walked out of the Little Widows Hospital.

Susanna knows Ren's overall plan. Although things are not too urgent, there is no time to waste time.

Everything was arranged in an orderly manner, and Ren directly lay on the wicker chair and began his lunch break.

Blind Chicken Fighter also takes time. I only slept for two hours last night and was a little sleepy.

The red sun gradually fell to the west, the sun no longer dazzled, at four o'clock in the afternoon, somewhere in the shady alley in the center of the town.

"Just as the newspaper is sent out, and when you encounter pedestrians, it doesn't matter if they want it or not."

Garcia gave an order. There were more than 20 people standing in front of him, most of whom were members of the Axe Gang, and some were newsboys.

"Yes!"

Everyone responded and ran out of the alley quickly, waving the "newspaper" in their hands and spreading out in all directions.

"Daily! Free daily!"

The newsboy, dressed in poorly fitting work clothes and suspenders, had a loud voice and ran across the street quickly.

He held the shabby gray beret with his left hand, his small face tense.

As a teenager delivering evening papers, he has been in this business for three years, and today is the most dangerous "newspaper" he has ever given away since his work.

The little friends didn't dare to post, and he didn't want to do that, but the hunger in his belly made him unable to refuse the reward of a gold coin.

"Give you!"

The newsboy squeezed a newspaper directly into the hands of a young man with an inch, and ran away in his stunned eyes.

The youth was wearing a blue and white striped shirt and black trousers. He subconsciously glanced at the delicate paper in his hand, which read:

Shocking!"Iron Fist" Hugo died in battle!

Yesterday morning, the Skeleton Gang attacked the Kangao tribe and suffered heavy losses. At present, there are less than 40 people left in the gang, and their strength is greatly damaged!

The residents of Orange Town, unite!Right now is a good time to sanction the rapes. In the evening, the town square is everywhere-the Axe Gang!

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The face of the young man with brown eyes changed, and his palms were sweaty. He looked around and found that the pedestrians on the road had strange expressions.

They stared at the flyers in their hands, and many others were whispering and talking.

"Hahahaha!"

A porter just took the newspaper, looked at the ink on his hand, frowned, but immediately afterwards, he laughed and screamed.

He wanted to stop laughing, but his face was flushed and he couldn't stop. The young man probed in curiously and glanced at the flyer in his hand:

Shock!The ghost hand Marcelo, the son of a prostitute, lacks education!

3-year-old stealing chicken, 5-year-old petting dog, 7-year-old peeping village widow taking a bath!… At the age of 18, 10 sows from the house next door screamed screaming late at night, and the neighbor went out with a lantern to see that it was Marcelo on the day…

If you want to know what is going on, in the evening, in the center of the town, the Axe Gang will reveal the secrets exclusively for you!

"Haha!"

Brain filled with the scene of Marcelo and the pig, the young man couldn't help laughing.

As if the contents of these papers were different, he couldn't suppress his curiosity and walked to a middle-aged aunt carrying a vegetable basket.

Seeing this, the aunt asked in a loud voice: "Young man, I can't read, what's on it?"

The young man glanced at the flyer in her hand, and the few large characters were very conspicuous:

Showdown!I’m Sig, I admit, I’m Marcelo his father!

This rebellious son is mad at me. I knew he was a scourge. I should shoot him on the wall in the first place!

This evening, in the central square of the small town, I am going to make a break with this unfaithful, unscrupulous man!

I just want to tell him that your father is still your father!

…………

With the spread of these leaflets, the whole Orange Town became lively, with discussions, quarrels, and laughter everywhere.

More than 20 people sent these flyers to all parts of the town. Of course, no one was so stupid to send them to the Skeleton Gang station on the green street in the south.

An hour later, in a warehouse east of the town, a group of people in black were standing or sitting on wooden boxes, arguing.

Judging from the signs on the clothes, they are not a group of people, but belong to seven gangs.

It can be said that in addition to the Skeleton Gang, other gangs in Orange Town have come.

One of the big-waisted bald guys stared at the four leaflets with different contents in his hands and touched Liang Liang's forehead: "Sig, this is taking the wrong medicine? Dare to humiliate Marcelo so much?

I haven't found out before, he is so awesome, he wants to be a ghost hand dad, great, man!"

This brawny bald man is Issam, the leader of the Heaven-defying Gang, nicknamed "Brother Tou Tie".

"Humph!"

A tall and thin man with a lid-haired hair snorted coldly. He was Roy, the chicken gang leader.

Roy's expression was a little puzzled: "Sieg is really impressive this time. He is so bold and even threatening to break with the ghost hand.

But he is not a foolish man, who gave him the courage?"

Roy couldn't figure it out, even the strange hero Zolo would not be so arrogant, leaving no room for a crazy face.

Sieg is just a Tier 3 berserker, how dare he offend the ghost hand?

Issam smiled and said carelessly: "Isn't he always boasting that his cousin is the Pirate King of the North Sea? Maybe it's the backer?

Or he has broken through to Tier 4 [Spirit Burning Berserker], confident that he can blast Marcelo's head!"

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