Trafford’s Trading Club

When the night was quiet and the little squeak had fallen asleep, Sanger hit a barrel of water and quietly came to the back door with a brush and laundry powder.

These words are red in front of the house… she can only choose this time to brush them off by herself, otherwise she won't be able to do business tomorrow either.

This is the kind of thing a woman does… everything she has to do herself.

But when she went to the back and tried to open the door, she found it hidden. This surprised Sanko and even heard some strange noises!

Sanjie suddenly held a flat strap next to her and carefully looked out the door.

But what she saw was Mark, and he lit a flashlight on the floor, and he was holding a brush —— he was washing the walls in red.

Yikes - The sound of the door shaft when pushing the wooden door.

“You...” Sancho walked out.

Mark... Cook just glanced at it and didn't stop the action and continued to brush the red words on the wall.

When Sanger saw Mark without saying anything, he silently pulled out his water and washed it on the other side.

With the lights, the words on the paint are very pungent, like blood attached to the walls. Sanger's eyes were red, she felt uncomfortable in her heart, and then brushed the brush hard.

I don't know how long.

Suddenly Sanger heard Mark's voice and he said, "I'm leaving tomorrow morning. ”

Sancho's body shook slightly, he didn't say anything, he just brushed harder.

“And don't stay in this place, it's not for you. ”

Sanger heard Mark's voice again. She slowed down a little and smiled bitterly: “Leaving? Where can I go? I won't do anything. Outside, how can I live? ”

“The ability of mankind to survive is never unimaginable. ”

Sanjie stopped and looked at Mark... this tall and mysterious man, Kong Wu mighty man said this, put Buddha very powerful persuasion.

But.

“Easy for you to say, I have to take care of my daughter. How am I going to live out there?” Third Son is like a protest, the grievance is gradually magnified out, “outside, no one knows, not even a person to talk to, you teach me, how to live? ”

“You're here, and there's no one to talk to. ”

Mark in front of me still looks so desolate.

Sanjie threw a brush in the bucket and sat on the back door steps, crying softly under her cover... she heard something very painful for her.

He frowned, looked at Sancho, and went forward unconsciously - but suddenly he stopped, on the one hand he realized that the comfort of the past would cause a lot of unnecessary involvement, on the other hand...

He heard some fine, close footsteps, and Cook turned around suddenly!

I saw four men with their faces simply wrapped in towels, with iron crows and a barrel touching them.

“Who are you?” Cookton sighed and drank.

The three men so dressed in the middle of the night, naturally not good people, heard the sound of drinking and asking, instead of being afraid, they looked at each other and walked up fearlessly.

Where are the four of them? Are you afraid of a gringo?

Sanger heard the voice and looked at her hastily. She stood up unconsciously, suddenly scared.

“You wrote all this stuff on the wall, too?” Cook asked softly at this point.

The four masked men didn't say a word. They just rushed towards each other and waved the iron prick on their hands... Looks like there were more fights like this, but there was also some fierce momentum.

Cook frowned lightly, but had no fear. He turned his eyes and saw that Sanger had just taken it out. Now he leaned against the flat strain on the wall and kicked it gently with his feet.

Smooth took the edge of the flat strain —— when the flat strain came in, Cook suddenly lost his mind —— and that was a feeling he was very familiar with.

It feels like he's been in this position a lot. But it was too late for him to think about it -- facing the attacks of these four masked men.

The flat strain spins around Cook's hand, a fanatical, fierce, self-inflicted deep inside of his body that drives him as instinctively.

So he moved!

This flat white, even some black-haired, mouldy, flat head, instantly turned into a hummingbird, straight into the shoulder blade of a masked man and hit the man upside down two or three meters away!

The scream sounded, the man's shoulder blade position, because of this horrible impact, almost all the bones burst - the masked man came to remember a scream, and he was in a painful coma.

At first glance, the other three stirred up the ferocity and threw three iron pricks at Cook's head! It's not like there's a heads-up stamp, but it's a desperate way out of practice after years of knocking on a stick!

Cook sounded softly, his hand flattened like a spirit snake, and it came out three times very quickly, as if it had been precisely calculated, but without exception, the three masked men were in the same position on their wrists, and the iron prick on their hands was picked off at the same time!

Three people screamed at the same time, grieving to grab their wrists, it felt like they had been stoned!

The three iron pricks fell at this point, and Cook flickered with the flat burden, and the three iron pricks were like sticking to the flat burden, wrapped around the flat burden and spinning!

Cook suddenly swung the iron prick down, and the three iron pricks slammed into the old stone brick in the alley, like three incenses, standing in front of the three masked men.

The three of them are in shock. What else is there to worry about? The belt climbed into the alley, lifting the companion who had already fainted.

Cook wanted to catch up, but at this moment he suddenly felt a headache. His head was like it was about to blow up. Where else could he catch up?

He held his body with a flat strap, reaching out and squeezing his eyebrows, holding still.

“Marc... Marc, you, how are you? ”

A long time later, Sancho had just come from, and she was frightened and pale, and she was nervously patting Mark on the shoulder.

So he suddenly opened his eyes and shook his head... that headache feeling has become much easier.

He felt like something was coming out of his head, but it was like a big mesh, trapped in a gush of things that were important to him.

“Who are they…?” Sancho asked in horror at the moment.

Cook frowned and walked up to the white oil barrel where four masked guys rushed off and left him here. He opened his sniff and looked up at Sanger and asked, "Did you offend anyone? It's gasoline, they should want to set it on fire. ”

“Arson!” Sanger was scared to death.

But then the neighbor's house suddenly lit up, and Cook looked at it and flew fast: “Let's talk inside! ”

He quickly lifted the bucket of gasoline, provoked the bucket with a flat strain, entered through the back door with three children without hesitation, and pulled down the bolt.

Cook still seems very calm.

But San-chan was overwhelmed.

“Think about it. Who could it be?” Cook asked again.

Sanger set her mind and subconsciously thought about the incident in the nursery and the person's mouth corner and almost beating her... but she thought about it and denied it.

First of all, she couldn't make it. It was impossible for her to come back from the nursery so briefly, they arranged for someone to write those insults in front of her house. Again, if that's what set people on fire... it's too hard to say.

“I don't know.” Son shook his head helplessly.

Cook sighed a little and said directly: "Make sure you lock all the doors in the house, I'll go for a walk outside... Besides, I won't leave tomorrow. ”

As soon as Sanger was about to speak, he saw Mark reach out and lift the flat strain and push the door out - a shadow that gave her an unprecedented sense of security.

……

……

Leaving the binoculars, Nero's pupils flashed through a dark blue halo, but she still felt nothing, squeezing her eyes and smiling.

“Aha, I still couldn't help it. ”

Miss Tyrant laughed low and her intentions seemed to be enriched again, "Be sure to thank me, Cook... I am giving you an exotic gift. ”

She snuck in easily while the tofu shop ran out of people to detect her presence.