Trafford’s Trading Club

“… in the name of the Almighty, the Great Bucky… I, the Messenger of the Great Almighty Bucky, can save him! ”

Solemn, sacred, seems to have a bit of mystery.

Night, street lights, chaos, crowded eyes, holding breath.

Women look at their husbands with grief.

He wears a carnival mask at this moment, as if he had become the transferor of the soul, giving the indelible impression... probably.

However.

“Isn't this the guy who just made a scene? Don't mess around!! ”

“Fuck off!! ”

A crowd of people rushed up and pushed the carnival mask straight out, but continued to talk about it - not surprisingly, the man who was shot in this situation, unless it was a miracle, would probably be able to return to the embrace of the Lord.

“Let me tell you, you are going to be punished by the Almighty Bucky... Oops, don't hit, don't hit!! Don't hit me in the face... who touched my dick!!! Oops...”

Bucky climbed out of the crowd in panic, guarding the carnival mask on his face, and rushed up to the lady holding her husband. “Listen, ma'am! Your husband won't be able to live long. You should know better. Why don't you let me try it at this time? What if I can save you? If you don't allow it, then you'll be the murderer of your husband! ”

“Kill this god damn stick! ”

“Wait...” The lady hesitated for a moment, then quickly wiped away the tears in her eyes and grabbed Bucky's arm, "You... can you really save him? ”

Ba basically nodded, but suddenly remembered the maid's explanation of the prop abilities she had acquired and aimed at the jewellery around the lady, suddenly the light flashed and lowered her voice: “I think I can at least buy you some time to make a will for your husband. ”

The lady glanced.

At this point, someone started pulling Bucky up, and then several people pressed him at the same time, as if they were going to hand him over to the police - a group of cops who were fighting with a man with a gun on the long streets of the traffic, and who had no time to worry about what was going on here.

“Please… please wait, I want him to try.” The lady suddenly said.

“Ma'am, you're in a hurry!” Someone shook his head, "God knows what he'll do? Maybe he'll cause your husband to die faster. ”

Though, the man who was shot didn't live long either.

“This is my husband, and I have this right...” The lady takes a deep breath and looks at Bucky: “But if you lie to me, I'll make you regret it forever! ”

Bucky struggled a few times, and those who grabbed him let him go. Bucky tidied up the Jania suit from the cottage and put his hands on his chest. “Ma'am, I'm sure your husband will be pleased with your decision. ”

The lady climbed up from the ground, grabbed Bucky's shoulder with her hands, pulled it in front of her, and lowered her voice: “Can you really give him time to make a will? ”

“ …… ”

……

Bucky decided to move the man who was shot to the side without saying a word.

Several reluctant men joined forces to lift the man who had been shot, watching the blood pouring out of his chest, and a moment of gallbladder.

At this time, Bucky couldn't help but get a whole bunch of ‘rituals' and read a lot of ‘spells’ and stuff to improve his professionalism.

He pulled out the vial the maid had given him, opened it and hid it quietly in his collar, pressing his hands directly against the man's chest.

In the night, it is easy to see Bucky's hands slightly emitting milky white light. It gradually spread over the chest of the man who was shot.

These microlights are intermittent, appear and disappear, and appear quickly after they disappear. At this point, someone saw Bucky's back neck and tail all wet.

The noble woman stared at her husband to death and then incredibly covered her lips.

Because —— the look on the face of the man who got shot, it's getting better. His eyelids began to move slightly and then slowly opened... he spoke, a little weak, but he did say, “Is this... heaven...”

Finally, Bucky let go of his hands and slowly stood up, because of the Carnival mask, no one could see Buckina shaking her lips at this time.

This blessing technique can only slightly stimulate the human potential. To put it bluntly, it accelerates the metabolism of the human body and gives a healthy, spiritual feeling.

Bucky doesn't know how many times he has used it back and forth, anyway he has sucked off a bottle of psychoactive medicine as ordered by the maid, at this moment it is a cracked headache, heavy eyelids, I want to sleep like this in the past - better sleep on a pair of big waves.

The man who was shot also slowly stood up at this point, unbuttoning his shirt and revealing the place where he had been shot, in the unbelievable eyes of the crowd.

There are no wounds here other than blood on my skin, “I... I'm not dreaming, am I? A miracle...”

“This… may be an eye-catcher! These guys... they could be a team!” There was a voice of doubt in the crowd.

Bucky put his hands on his chest at this point and said softly: “I am the Almighty, the great Bucky walking apostle on the ground...”

His legs suddenly floated off the ground, then left the sky and instantly disappeared into the night...

The questioning voice, instantly submerged in a scream, everyone stared up at the night sky without paying attention, the man who was shot flashed a little fanaticism in his eyes.

He muttered to himself, “Great omniscient, great omniscient, great omniscient, great...”

……

……

Wow -!!!

At high altitude, a frightening scream sounded, and then a man fell over the shadow, landing on the roof of a building directly opposite the theatre.

Doing this free-fall motion and hitting it directly on the roof, the average person will probably instantly GG. But obviously this guy doesn't -- his body stopped at the moment it was about to hit the roof floor.

Hard fabrics stopped less than 10 cm from the ground before landing on the ground again.

Bucky hurriedly climbed up and took off his carnival mask to obscure the excitement.

“Miss Unight! You see, I did it! I brought that man back! Really, I'm really bringing people back! ”

“Well done.” The maid answered softly.

Bucky laughed hey and asked inexplicably, "But why did you take me away so soon? I think I can go on with the show, and I'll definitely let those who question me eat! ”

“I have my plans.” Night shook his head: "And while the man is still alive, he is in danger. Because you just accelerated the healing of his body wound, but the bullet stayed in his body just like that. ”

Bucky thought for a while, “But he should have died, but I gave him time...”

Night took out the emerald green… the olive crown, "so you're lucky to have the original origin of a faith. People are saved in the despair of dying, and after a moment of compression, the sublimation becomes a fanatical worship of you... what a lucky guy. ”

I don't know what to say.

Although there have been some accidental collisions, the end result has been - much better than envisaged.

The club maid looked Bucky in the eye and walked into the night, "Find yourself a place to rest, that's all for today. ”

“What should we do next? ”

“Do nothing… etc. ”

The maid left silently. Bucky took a deep breath and then approached the fence on the roof to calm down while looking down at the chaotic streets... perhaps waiting for the scene to evacuate before leaving.

At this point, he suddenly remembered something, rushing to the only iron door that leads downstairs.

“Locked, locked?? How do I get down...”

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……

On the moving stretcher bed, Caroline's eyelids moved and slowly opened. She suddenly took a deep breath and suddenly did it, then breathed in a big mouthful, and stroked her neck in panic.

The neck was red and there was a very visible bruise.

Carolyn looked around, and there were several injured people around, some of them sprained and others lying flat playing with their phones or something.

There were many police cars around, the otherwise blocked streets had been cleared, several police cars parked next to them, and the red and blue rotating lights flashed back and forth.

Suddenly, a policeman came to Caroline and squatted down and asked, "Miss, are you awake? Are you all right? Are you conscious? ”

Caroline shook her head, nodded again, and opened her mouth to say what she intended to say, but when she remembered her involvement in the murder in Libya, she swallowed it back.

“Ma'am, who was the assailant? What's your relationship? Why would he kill you?” The police stared at Caroline again and asked.

“The man?” Caroline was nervous.

The policeman shook his head: “The fire escaped. ”

“I... I have a headache. Can you... can you get me a doctor?” Carolyn is holding her own head right now, with a painful look on her face.

The policeman had to say, "Miss, wait, I'll be right there. ”

When she saw the police officer walk away, Caroline quickly climbed up and looked back frequently. After watching Caroline move, she drank it quickly, but Caroline picked up the stretcher on the ground and threw it at the other side. At this time, she rushed into an alley next to her.

When the police caught up with her, she disappeared.

“Call, call, there is a suspicious woman, about 1 meter, 75 years old and 20 years old, wearing a light blue coat, from the 4th Avenue location...”

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11pm.

In a small, basement converted lounge, many people were gathered - and at this point, people are still coming.

Two more men are now welcome. Their car was parked far away, but the two of them did not get off immediately.

“Boston, Johnny managed to escape, but he was shot in the shoulder, and you said we weren't...” a man looked at Boston sitting in the driver's seat and asked.

These are the Boston bosses who took Carolyn and Arnold.

“A woman doesn't look good, she eats bullets!” Boston doesn't speak well at the moment, "this Johnny really went back to life! But now that he's gone, leave him alone. It's important! Get out of the car... it should be starting soon. Come in later, you better watch out, don't mess around, there are some bad characters in there! ”

Little brother nodded and didn't understand: "Boss, who are we going to meet? Why are you so nervous? ”

Boston shook his head: “I don't know, but it's supposed to be a really good guy. I just saw Stonehenge's car, even he came. ”

“Stonehenge! He's got two streets on his turf, and this fierce guy's here?” Little brother with dark chatter.

Like Stonehenge, the big man they've been looking up to. And boss Boston, like him, at best, pulled a small group of guys around, did some work, didn't even have a fixed area of his own —— and of course, there were a lot of gangs like them in the city.

Boston pushed the door open and a lot of sight converged on him at the same time in the lounge. Boston sees familiar faces, but also faces that need to look up to themselves.

He quickly walked in with his men and headed towards the corner of the lounge. There was a man with a scar on his forehead sitting early, and behind him were two strong guys - the only one in Boston who had a relationship.

Boston also got an invitation from this guy to come here.

“Has it begun, Boss Lange?” Boston sat down and asked hastily.

“Why are you here?” Range frowned.

Boston shrugged his shoulders and as he was about to speak, Boston suddenly made a silent gesture, "Shh, the Lord is here. ”

Boston hurried towards Lange's gaze.

A woman wearing sunglasses, golden hair plates, and a black lady from the west walked out of the hall. The woman was followed by four strong men.

The woman looked around and said, "I'm sorry, I just attended a more important party and kept you waiting. ”

The woman had just finished her speech, and a bald man with a cigar bite looked at her and said, “Who are you? Why did you summon us? ”

The woman said softly: "Are you satisfied with the 500,000 dollar knife that came with the invitation? ”

The bald man sneered: “If I hadn't watched you deliver the money, I wouldn't have come here, and I wouldn't have had the patience to wait so long for you... but if you hadn't made your purpose clear, I wouldn't have taken out half a million. ”

“That was supposed to be a gift for you, and I'm certainly glad you could accept it.” The woman smiled and suddenly clapped her hands.

The crowd suddenly got nervous and the younger brothers behind the bosses hurried out their guns.

“Don't be nervous, I'm just showing you something.” The woman waved.

One of the men behind her walked up to the crowd with a black box, and he put it in front of the counter and opened it.

“I hope you will be my partners in selling these things well.” The woman with the sunglasses stood negatively at the moment and looked at the crowd again.

“What is this?” A slightly fat middle-aged man stood up, walked to the front of the counter, picked up a bag of coarse salt like the one in the box, and suddenly frowned, "Is this... bath salt? ”

“is a newly developed product.” The blonde black sunglasses woman clapped her hands again.

She brought in two of the men, and walked back inside quickly, then took a shriveled guy and walked in.

At first glance, the mentally depressed guy was a very addicted guy. At this time, he was stunned. After two strong men threw him on the ground, the guy even laughed silly.

Once again, the blonde gave instructions, and a man picked up a bag of ‘goods' in a black box, took a little bit out and fed it into the mouth of the addict.

“You can see the effect.” The woman said softly.