Trafford’s Trading Club

Pastel is a delicious snack common in the streets of Rio, a bit like domestic bacon pie. It squares flour, then wraps it in cheese, adds beef or chicken, etc., and then frys it into gold in a pan.

The hawker had blown up several copies of Pastel and left them unattended. Naturally, this was due to the theatre hostage-taking that completely paralysed traffic on Rio's busiest roads at this moment.

Of course, Brother Hawker doesn't really care about the sales at this time, and is also following the latest information on the theater incident on Twitter, as well as the message from the Bullshit Snake God on all sides to brush the screen... well, it's the so-called inside news.

All in all, this evening, Rio was a demonic dance, and as a melon-eating crowd, I was delighted to participate in this unprecedented discussion.

“I want two Pastels. ”

“Oh... wait.” Even though he was reluctant to read the gossip because he was seeing the most wonderful places, the hawker responded to a guest who had come to his doorstep… a young guest.

Oriental?

Brother Hawker looked at it with surprise. There was a woman behind this young man, and he was wearing a suit coat, probably a broken dress or something?

Still in the mood to buy food here? Shouldn't it be time to watch ahead and be part of the great gourd eating crowd?

The hawker was carrying food, but his mind was distracted and his eyes never left his cell phone.

“There must be a lot of hungry people over there. Perhaps you could bring some fresh Pastel and go to the crowd and buy it. I think business would be good.” The young man laughed after taking two Pastels from the hawker brother.

Brother Hawker stunned, then slapped his head: Shit! I didn't realize this was the best time to do business! So many gourd eaters, there must be a lot of people who didn't eat dinner!!

“Thank you for mentioning... where are the people?” Brother hawker can no longer see the young man who shopped, even the woman who was waiting is gone.

But he didn't think too much, but his hands were almost invisible, madly making fresh Pastel, and then loading it into a basket, rushing into the crowd, yelling: “Fresh Pastel, buy three... buy four for one! ”

Looking at the hawker who was screaming hard and started doing business, he was biting Miss Pastel's maid and smiling slightly: “The ingredients are not very fresh, but the sauce is special, so it tastes good. ”

“It's really good for street food.” The boss laughed.

Take a handkerchief and wipe the oil from the boss's mouth this time of night, so that his owner can be a clean and quiet food and crowd.

“Speaking of which, I forgot to return the pistol.” Boss Luo took out a pistol at this time, which Song Hao ran gave him earlier.

He shook his head: "Forget it, I'll give it back to you next time I see you. ”

Unight suddenly asked, "Master, is it okay that Mr. Song has that thing? ”

"It's just the soul of Susan, no matter what glory or power it had in the past, has now disappeared into history," said Rochu softly. Whether it succeeds in becoming Song Haoran or Song Haoran succeeds in becoming it in the future, it is the fate between him and it. But ancient ruins hidden deep in the jungle? Looks like there might be something else to be gained from this trip to South America. ”

The maid stopped asking questions, and the master only cared about the story behind his father's birth, not about the so-called blood relatives.

“Speaking of which, it's only been a few days since I've been here, and it's not very good.” Rochu sighed a little, "you can almost hear a lot of desire, so connect a little bit of a list other than interest. ”

The maid nodded and took two bites of Pastel and stood up.

But Rochu held her back and sat down softly: "Don't worry, finish your meal first. ”

He also used his sleeve to wipe the oil off the edge of Yunight's lips, softly saying: “I've cured the taste for you so that you can remember the taste of all the food. ”

“Mmm.” The maid responded softly.

The boss lifted his hand and a light screen appeared on the left hand side. The image appeared, of course, to be Caroline, who was stuck in a taxi on the street.

After just a glance, Mr. Lo stopped paying attention and looked toward the theater.

This eye peeled off all the exterior walls of the theatre, leaving only the interior floor structure of the theatre in sight, and this iconic building is no longer a secret.

……

……

Lluvia had thought that after sending Dr. Frankie's three away, Song Haoran would try to hide and wait for real help from the outside; or mix them in again and create more opportunities when he leaves - but Song Haoran let Bucky contact the bandits who were hunting Mr. Billy, as if he was really going to ‘rendezvous’ with them.

“Rumor has it that Mr. Billy is a very grateful man.” Song Haoran smiled, “I wonder how he will repay us after we save him? ”

Lluvia couldn't help but vomit: “Master, how do you know the thankful are politicians? ”

"'That's better,' said Song Hao Run. The people who hire us the most are often politicians. Dad has accumulated a lot of customers over the years, and I have to accumulate my own customers. ”

Orney had no objection to Song Hao Run's intention... or, originally, he needed to see blood tonight, but it was terminated. He was already a little impatient, “If I go back and my wives know I was actually abducted, they would laugh at me! I don't want this to be a stain on my life. ”

Lluvia was still conservative, full of worries, and resisted Song Hao ran's adventurous personality from the heart.

Song Hao suddenly lifted Lluvia's chin and said, “And don't forget what we did tonight... Daddy said to suspend the action, but I didn't terminate the word in Song Hao Lan's dictionary. ”

“Hmmm...” she was after all no match for this man beneath the dude's shell if he looked as wild as a beast.

You… will surely be king of the 'Iris'.

……

According to Song Hao Lan's instructions, Oni and Lluvia ambushed directly at this time, waiting for those who were after Billy to show up, and then ambushed him unexpectedly. As for Baki, Song Hao Lan himself watched while directing his actions.

“Hey, kid, you're not really from the government, are you?” Bucky's gaze flashed a little, I don't know what to think.

“You're not some police mole, are you?” Song Hao answered without hesitation.

“Talk to me, you let me go, I can give you unimaginable wealth. Dude, we're all just looking for money. There's no need to lose our lives.” Bucky suggested quickly.

Song Hao ran curious: “Do you seem to believe that Roger can win this round steadily? It's all armed out there, and it's watertight. Do you really think he can escape? Or do you really think he has the capital to negotiate with the state by holding these hostages in his hands? ”

Bucky shook his head: "As you put it, no, both sides are just stalling. Including me and Moria, their release was a time grab. But... Roger is an old bunch of us who grew up watching. Though he's ten wicked lunatics, he's not a fool. He'll never do anything he's not sure about. So I think he's probably got something really important behind him. A real ace of spades for him to call his country! ”

“You're not as dumb as the rumors say.” Song Hao nodded and said coldly: “Did you know that Roger planted a lot of explosives here that could level this place in seconds? ”

Bucky's face changed dramatically at this moment, looking at Song Hao Run in horror... if true... Martin!!

Why didn't I just climb out of the drain with the old man and the little couple??!

It's too dangerous here! I'm going back to jail!!

“Are you sure I'm kidding?” Song Hao looked at Bucky playfully.

Bucky looked pale and smiled bitterly: "Roger can do it. After a huge chase, the lunatic took all the enemies to his father's side and used his father as a shield to escape. So there's nothing he can't do. ”

“I will not let you go, if you dare leave now, I will deal directly with you.” Song Hao Run showed off his machine.

Bucky's face was gloomy and he felt lucky to have gone away from himself, and he had to calm down and say, "What do you want me to do? ”

“Of course it's the right thing for you right now.” Song Hao Run laughed: “I'm from the 'government’, you're the police ‘mole’, naturally we need to work together, right? If you don't want to blow up here, give it your best shot. ”

Bucky sighed, helpless, and filled with hatred, staring at Song Hao Run: “I see, you and Roger are the same type of people, ambition is too big to be marginal! ”

“Praise you.” Song Haoran handed over a dagger to Bucky, "I have always been friendly with the collaborators. ”

Bucky frowned and eventually took the dagger.

He is indeed reluctant to participate in any of Roger's actions, he really feels that the prison is more suitable for him... even if he doesn't know what exactly is behind Roger's plans, the hijackings he has made alone today are big enough...

He was convinced that those officials who had spent some time fighting well would never protect him afterwards.

Sorry, Roger, I really just want to be quiet and in jail...

Looking at Bucky's eyes, Song Hao Run knew that this guy had been conquered successfully.

……

……

“Haven't you caught the big fish yet, you guys are so inky.” Clockdall frowned.

Roger didn't care: “It's just a hidden mouse. It's not far. Anyway, there's still a little time left, so let's just say it's a show of afterlife. ”

Clockdall snorted and suddenly looked at the chairman of the senate guarded in the corner with a grin: “Speaking of which, I have a little personal grudge with this old man. Roger, let me talk to this old guy. ”

“Oh?” Roger was a little curious.

Clockdall looked at the Senate elder and smiled. “I'm afraid this old man has forgotten. How much trouble did he cause me with the bill that he himself made five years ago? ”

“You… Which foreign trade case was five years ago?” The elders of the Senate are uncertain.

“You probably don't know what I do, it's foreign trade! Thanks to your care, my business has suffered a lot.” Clockdall sneered and walked straight to the old man, grabbed his hair and dragged it to the door, "Give me twenty minutes, I promise I'll let him live. ”

Roger waved his hand, but someone followed him. "Watch closely, this old man can't help but fight. Don't let Clockdall kill you. ”

“Boss, I got it!” A man nodded and followed him straight out.

Moria shook her head on one side: "I heard this guy beat a lot of people to death in prison. Why is he so rude for so long? Ming, why aren't you talking? You've been silent ever since, isn't that what you're thinking? ”

“I'm suddenly curious about something.” Ming looked at Roger, "How the hell did you find this horrible guy? It's not that I don't believe these big guys exist, but I'm curious... why is it your turn to get them? ”

Roger bluntly said, "I'll tell you later… Of course, I know your personality, and if I don't figure it out, I'll never give up. But... Ming, let me remind you that the world is huge, and sometimes there are things that go far beyond your perception. When you really get to touch something, you'll know how small the world used to be. ”

Dorfrango frowned, “I don't like this kind of statement, but...”

But what, Dorfrango couldn't say, because Roger's walkie-talkie grip on the table suddenly exploded at this point, and it was a screaming sound.

Everyone can tell that the voice belongs to Bucky.

“Roger... reinforce! Reinforce... Help..."

“What happened?” Roger copied the walkie-talkie and asked directly, knowing that after more than a decade of waiting, there was no sound.

He went on to call on other men who were sent to capture Billy, and Roger's face was shady as a dead volcano.

“Looks like the big fish bit the net.” Moria, smile softly. "Billy? Clockdall and the Senator have some old feelings to connect with, and I have some things to pay this guy a proper visit. ”

“Wait a minute.” Roger frowned, "things got a little weird, and with Bucky and Batou, there were five of us. Billy was reportedly surrounded by only two bodyguards who had only a pistol at their disposal. ”

“What are you trying to say?” Dorfrango looked at Roger funny, and suddenly he laughed, “You said Bucky was cheating? That coward? ”

“Careful, it'll keep you alive longer.” Roger said softly and waved, “Except for the people in the concert hall who controlled the scene and the first line of defense, the rest of them followed me. Moria and Mingo, you too! Also tell Croquedal to throw the Senator's body out the window if the president's men haven't shown up in 15 minutes! ”

Everybody move.

……

In addition to the conductor who initially died directly in front of the crowd, there were several other bodies in the concert hall - several of them killed directly when Roger was having fun.

The bodies were randomly stacked in the corners.

In front of him, eight men with sub-machine guns stood in different positions.

How many guests are in the concert hall? Naturally dozens of times as many as the eight bandits... but the question is, who dares hit that ruthless gunshot?

They are truly excellent caregivers for too long. They cherish their lives and are reluctant to struggle for that precious future...

“Mom, I want to go home...”

There were children choking in the crowd, but soon whoever reached over them feared causing the madman's ferocity.

“God, help us...”

“Lord...”

“Anyone...”

“What the hell is wrong with the police... Honey, I'm scared...”

Panic, despair, seemed to get the best hotbed, bred at a terrible rate, over the heads of people.

Then it's like hearing something whispering...

… what can I do for you?