Lisko's American life

Hill was sitting on the second floor of the nightclub, smoking a cigar, holding a barely dressed woman in his hand, watching his subordinates dance frantically on the dance floor, smiling from the corners of his mouth.

Looking at the dancing figures below, these are all bills moving in his eyes, thinking that when he was a child, because of the tragic death of his father, he had to go to robbery with others. In those days of fear and fear, he was very concerned about himself. Is satisfied with his life.

Suddenly, the screen of the mobile phone on the table lit up, and he kissed the blond beauty who was nestling next to him, and then picked up the phone with a cigar in his mouth.

The above information is very short, his smile at the beginning freezes all at once, and the more he reads it, the more dazed.

After reading all the information, his face was already distorted with anger.

"Fuck! Fool."

He smashed the phone to the ground, and the violent movement caused the terror of his men. They all knew that although his boss smiled every day, thinking about him once laughed and used pliers to break the two people who betrayed him, he got cold all over.

Soon, the boys stopped the DJ on the music stage, and everyone gathered.

The second child of the Crown Gang was called Mohal. He was a burly black man. He stepped forward respectfully and looked at Hill whose hands were shaking with his wine glass because of anger.

"Boss, what happened?"

Hill took a sip of champagne, then smashed the glass out.

"Fuck, I told you a long time ago, don't provoke those we can't afford to provoke. It's better for you. If we kicked the iron this time, we might be dead."

All the subordinates held their breath and said nothing. Although some people felt that Hill’s rule was a bit too embarrassing in the past few years, they have always criticized him. However, with a few gangs similar to them, they have provoke some Those who shouldn't be offended were beaten by the police station later. They also followed this rule tacitly. After all, in the current situation, it is not possible to fight. This is a society of money and power.

Some people can arbitrarily mobilize the police station and the mounted police to wipe out the gangsters that provoke them. They will not do anything on their own, and the public will applaud.

"By the way, there is one named William and another named Aidan, whose subordinate is it."

As Hill vented his anger, he began to calm down. The most important thing now is to resolve this matter and then pray for forgiveness, so that they will have a chance to live.

"Boss, it's mine, but their main task is to produce drugs, there shouldn't be any chance of causing trouble."

A brawny man with tattoos stepped out of the crowd, bending over to answer with some doubts.

Hill stood up from his sofa and walked in step by step, the strong man's cold sweat kept coming out, he looked at Hill imploringly.

Hill fisted, and the strong man snorted in pain, then got up from the ground and continued to stand still without saying a word.

It was another punch. At this time, blood had already flowed from the corner of the brawny man's mouth. He wiped the blood off and fought back.

Hill watched the brawny behave like this, and his anger diminished a lot, he pinched his waist and panted heavily.

"Your two idiots have provoke Lisko. Now, we have to find them, find them before the cowboys at the police station and Lisko ranch, and then escort them to the Lees ranch. It might not be that bad. ."

"Okay sir, let's find it right away."

The gathered gangsters broke up in a rush, preparing to search the two men all over the city.

Mohal on one side was a little confused, he stepped forward and asked.

"Boss, is it so serious? Lisko is just a writer and a rancher. We don't need to be so afraid of him?"

The other boys present also had this question, but because of their fear of Hill, they did not dare to speak.

"What do you know?" Hill glanced at Mohal on one side coldly.

"You thought he was just a writer, but you didn't know that his mentor was a university professor, and he was very powerful in the literary world. All his brothers and sisters served in various forces in the United States. Even our governor treated him very much. Kindly, the Garcia family in Denver, their second son, Haas, is Lisko’s senior brother. The two have a very good relationship. If he speaks, the Sheriff of Guise, who has seen us very upset, will clean us mercilessly. Empty."

Mohal didn't expect that there was such a person in Garrison, and he made up his mind to go back and write down all the people Hill had counted and couldn't provoke him, so as not to run into these people in the future.

Hill took a few breaths, and then picked up the phone from the ground. The screen of the phone was broken. Then he opened the address book indifferently, found the number of his backer, and dialed it.

"Dududu~ Damn, I told you not to contact me frequently, this will catch my opponent."

There was an old voice on the other side, and even though he was on the phone, Hill bent down affectionately with a humble expression.

"Sir, I have some trouble here."

"You wait," there was a loud noise from the telephone handset, and it was heard that it was in a dance party. With the sound of footsteps, the surroundings began to become quiet.

"Okay, let's talk now, who did you provoke?"

In the meantime, even though Hill was a little sore from bending, he remained motionless.

"Sir, I have two idiots who provoke Mr. Lisko from Garrison."

"Li Sike?" The opposite seemed to have some impression of the name, and then paused for a while, then the voice sounded.

"Is that Lisko that wrote the book?"

Although Lisko never participated in activities, he had participated in two receptions under the leadership of Haas when he first returned home, so some politicians still have an impression of him.

"Yes, sir."

"Idiot, Lisko? That is something I dare not provoke. Do you know how powerful is behind him? His mentor is a powerful person. He has been a professor for more than 30 years and all the students he taught Now the propaganda throat of various departments in the United States."

The voice on the other side was full of anger, and then he threw the phone and scolded.

During Hill, he kept his silence and said nothing.

Following the verbal abuse, the opposite seemed to calm down, and then panted and arranged for Hill.

"Find the person who provokes him, and then send it to him, begging him for forgiveness, or you just wait for death.

After speaking, hung up the phone, Hill's face was cold, without any expression, and then stood still.

"Fuck. I'm not dead, we give him so much money every year, and now nothing happens to help."

Mohal on one side complained.

"We are just a bunch of ants to them. They can crush us to death at will. When encountering such things, of course they are not willing to stand up for us."

Hill knew this very well, but he called with a glimmer of hope, and the result was still not unexpected.