Super Detective in the Fictional World

The boss can't help but think that he seemed to have seen some Guinness record eating hot dogs, really more than a hundred, hmm? It's over 200.

But Luke's spirit suggests, coupled with the money's explicit, that the boss immediately abandons this carelessness.

If you really survived, you wouldn't happen to be here! The boss muttered in his heart and went back to selling the hard-working madly roasted skewers.

Selena said softly, "What's going on at the coffee shop? ”

Luke also saw images of drones parked near coffee shops.

At the foot of the hill, 50 or 60 big men just got off and started going up the hill.

Carol, their coffee shop belongs to the only building on this hill, and these people could only go for them.

Luke sighed with regret: "Boss, is this roast ready? ”

Boss: “Okay, all right, I'll be right there. ”

Luke sent Selena to pack this grill, and she drove her car not far away.

One minute later, his car was parked by the stall, and Selena held a big bag of BBQ and ran into the back seat with the gold.

The boss waved reluctantly: "Come back next time. ”

Tonight he and his wife and three daughters were busy for an hour and got a $1,200 knife from Luke.

At the end of the day, you only packed a little string and earned at least $150 in tips.

I wish every day... no, one of these "luxury customers” every month, I'm satisfied. The boss is a little drifty and can't help but have great luxury.

……

A moment ago, outside the coffee shop on the hilltop, Carol looked vigilantly at Marcos next to Lorna: "Dana, who is he? ”

Just now, she saw Lorna pulling on this guy on the trail, making a scene, and she rushed over uncomfortably.

Fortunately, Marcos was clearly in a "begging” state, otherwise Carol would probably have taken out his machete.

Lorna was a little embarrassed when she met Carol: “He...”

Carol's eyes swept between them and ended up staying in one hand: “Boyfriend? ”

“That... yes.” Lorna was not too surprised, but relieved, and some of the answers were always hard to say for herself.

Carol weighed Marcos, and he said, "Go in and talk.” He turned around and walked into the coffee shop.

When Lorna and I followed her, Carol took a bottle of mineral water and put it on the table at the door: "Drink some water first, Dana, you come with me. ”

Marcos sat at the door intelligently, watching two women walk behind the bar, and a hidden conversation sounded.

Suddenly, he heard a little movement and turned his head to look out the door.

The indoor light is brighter than the night outside, but he still sees a few swinging shadows where the sound comes from: “Who? ”

At the end of the line, more people poured out of the trail, and one of the fat dwarves laughed proudly: "Run, Marcos. Why don't you run another one for me? ”

The crowd approached quickly and Marcos' face changed dramatically, hiding behind the wall immediately and shouting to the bar: “Be careful, Torres is coming after us. ”

Almost instantly, the conversation stopped behind the bar and Carol and Lorna ran out.

Marcos hastily cautioned, "Don't come out. They have guns. Run from behind. ”

He lifted the seat next to him and pushed it to the door.

Don't even think about closing the door. Even the side of the glass curtain wall is part of the floor glass door used for the aesthetic coffee shop.

He did so just to keep the other person from rushing in the door.

Marcos was surprised that Lorna and Carol had no panic on their faces.

Lorna, forget it. After all, he's familiar with it and knows she's bold.

But Carol looked short and thin, dressed like a typical, ordinary honest man, and now she looked indifferent: “Who is Thomas? ”

Before Marcos answered, Lorna simply explained: "The head of a large local gang of traffickers is responsible for transporting contraband drugs. ”

“Why are they here?” Carol walks around the bar, picks up two western kitchen knives and puts them in front, then opens the drawer and puts a steak knife box full of them on the bar.

Lorna looked a little pale, but she answered very succinctly: "They wanted Marcos to deliver for them, and he didn't want to. I just blocked him once at a bar in town. ”

Carol turned around and looked at her and said, "You were there? ”

Lorna: “Yes. ”

Carol sighed: “Got it. I'll do it later, and you attack as hard as you can. ”

Lorna was surprised: "All the way? ”

That means life or death, and Carol never really wanted to make a scene.

Carol nods her head and sighs in her heart: before I say goodbye, I end up cleaning up some trouble for you.

At that time, a group of big men opened the door seat and entered the coffee shop lobby.

Marcos was unarmed and could only retreat to Lorna's side. He couldn't help but say, "Why don't I give them a minute, you guys go first? ”

Carol glanced at him surprised and asked Lorna, “Can he do it? ”

Lorna was a little upset: "Just think of him as a big light bulb, the bright one. ”

Carol probably understood, just nodded from Marcos: "So you rest. I solved them first, then your problem. ”

The big man poured in the door and spread out, half surrounding the three of them, seemingly controlling the scene.

A short, fat man came from the outside, and Torres said, "Ha ha, why don't you run! Um, one more woman? All right, all right, we'll sell it together. Even though it's a little ugly, you can still sell some money to open it. ”

Carol squinted her eyes and held two knives in her hands under the bar: "You still sell organs? ”

Torres was simply too lazy to answer the question: "Marcos, give me the Mexican channel you have, and I'll spare them. ”

Marcos bites his teeth and breathes, but dares not speak for a moment.

He could harden up alone, but now that he's threatening Lorna and her sister, how dare he say no?

Torres' 20 + men, all armed, mostly pistols, and four with M10 microflushes.

Within this close range, all four M10's could hit the three of them with their eyes closed.

Carol takes a deep breath: "Lorna, get ready! Begin!”

As she said she was ready, Lorna bowed slightly and her eyes closed.

Two little grey-black flying knives, under her control, floated from a dark corner and quietly approached the two men with a slight flush.

And the word "start” exited, and the little flying knife instantly accelerated, shooting from the side into the throats of the two big men.

Carol's hands beneath the bar also threw two dining knives simultaneously, pulling two straight and blurred silver wires in the air, straight into the facade of the other two gentlemen.