Trafford’s Trading Club

In the basement altered lounge, several men were simultaneously surrounding the addict who was fed the new drug.

The guy's body was still dry, but under the wraps of several big men, it was an outburst of strength that didn't belong to several people. He seemed to be doing very well, even reacting very quickly.

The bosses who are doing this are amazing —— the horn has lasted more than ten minutes.

Eventually, the drug addict, suddenly weakened and fell directly to the ground, seemingly falling asleep in the past.

“This guy's been a beast forever!” A big man went back to his boss and touched his shoulder with his hand - this place was bitten out of a wound.

The blonde sunglasses woman stood up and said, "Guys, I don't know how you feel about it. ”

Or the bald-headed guy with the cigar, frowning, sighing, “What's this guy up to now? ”

He asked pointing to the junkie who had fallen to the ground.

The blonde sunglasses woman said softly: “He still has consciousness, he's just in a fantasy. Because of his drug efficacy, his mental activity index has gone far beyond neurological reflexes, so his brain can only seal command of all the body's functions, while his own consciousness is caught up in crazy excitement - perhaps he is experiencing true euphoria. ”

“That's what you said, too. Why should I believe that? ”

The blonde sunglasses woman didn't care: “Here's the stuff, I'll give you some test pieces. Whether it works or not, you can go back and find yourself someone to test it out. Of course, you can choose to work with me now and become one of our collaborators. Time is money. Money is king's way. ”

Silence on the scene, no one will be the first to come forward.

In the corner, there was a sudden sound of doubt, "Two days ago, a kind of 'zombie bath salt' appeared on São Paulo's side... isn't that what this is? After eating it, it makes people mad and bite, and it's said that several guys have already taken it before eventually not healing their deaths. ”

The blonde sunglasses woman smiled: “I wonder, which of the many drugs available on the market is not dangerous if you are taking too much? ”

That's a big truth. There's never been a drug in the name of a drug, not a bloody debt.

“I'm sorry, I'm just running a casino and I'm not interested in this.” A woman in her thirties suddenly stood up, "I was not interested in a deal like this, and you sent half a million here to give it back to you. ”

She asked her men to take out a stack of banknotes, put them on the table and take their people away.

A blonde sunglasses woman doesn't seem to move. The woman who let go of her money just pushed her three men out. Soon afterwards, however, a few screaming voices came out of nowhere.

Everyone's face changed slightly, and someone hurried to push the door to see that the woman and her men had fallen outside by now... dead.

This moment provoked the presence of these dangerous elements. They pulled out their guns, narrow lounges, and all of a sudden they swept out their crossbows.

“Ma'am, isn't that a very superior approach? Or do you really think we'd be scared of you just because of you guys?” Cold laughter came.

The blonde sunglasses woman suddenly sat down, curling her legs, and her men poured her a sake, and she smiled: “I just gave you time to think about it, but I didn't give you the right to refuse. Besides, maybe your bullets are enough to kill me, but unfortunately, I'm just an agent, and after I die, a lot of people like me will show up. But on the contrary, you don't have to. ”

“Are you threatening us?” Another sneer, “I was frightened! ”

Boo--!

He had just finished the sentence and suddenly fell to the ground, and there was a blood hole directly on his forehead at this moment - but neither the woman in front of her, nor her four men, moved a moment.

“By the way, I forgot to tell you, I arranged five sniper guns outside.” The woman took a sip of sake.

“You killed my brother? I killed you! Fucking bitch! ”

That was the brother of the man who had just been shot, when he drew his gun and yelled. But his gun was instantly shot down, and a bullet was instantly fired at his forehead.

“Green Scorpion.” The blonde sunglasses woman dropped her cup and said softly: “One of our shooters. ”

Green Scorpion - The name was heard, and the people present looked dramatically different.

"Who's the Green Scorpion? ”

“He is the number one shooter in the South American underground assassination world, legend has it that a horrible guy can use his aim as a pistol...”

Boston's unconscious touch of his pistol hidden under his clothes led to a moment of despair.

I'm afraid there's an incredible amount of power behind this blonde sunglasses woman... that's enough to wipe out everyone on the scene.

In a grey world, the other side is like a big white shark, and they're just reminding a little bigger fish.

“How do you sell these goods? ”

“Two hundred and fifty dollars a gram.” The blonde sunglasses woman said softly.

“This is even the highest purity of Hero - four times the price!” The roaring voice.

The woman looked at him and said, "Sir, did you just say something? I didn't hear you. Can you repeat that? ”

“Ha-ha-ha, that's a good price! ”

The other big man next to him walked out with a smile on his face. He went to the box and picked up one of the bags, “The purchase price is high, the sale price will be higher... I want three kilos, right? ”

“Give me two kilos first. ”

“One and a half kilos is fine, I only got a shipment last month, I don't have that much liquidity on hand. ”

Looking at a boss transferring money to an account provided by this blonde woman, and then taking the corresponding weight from the other person, Boston stared at some dry eyes.

Boston's inactivity eventually caught the attention of the blonde sunglasses woman, who looked at Boston and said, “Looks like this gentleman is still thinking about it? ”

Boston looked around and saw that everyone's gaze was focused on him. He suddenly swallowed his breath and said nervously: “Can I and I just take 200 grams...”

“200 grams?” A blonde sunglasses woman can't help it either.

Boston had to ask: “It's not that I don't want to buy more, it's just that I really don't have that much money..."

“He's just a little gangster, and he hasn't been out long, not even on his own turf.” Big Brother Lange made a sudden noise at this time, seemed like he was going to help, “I actually called to see the world, so I'm afraid it wasn't on your invitation at first. ”

Boston gave a grateful look.

“Do you have your own sales channels?” The blonde sunglasses suddenly asked.

“We're all mobile right now, basically selling to students in school, and we have sales channels for schools," Boston said. Also, there are people who like to hang out in nightclubs... ”

“So...” the blonde nodded her head, “well, here's a kilo, you take it back, you owe me a few times to pick up the goods next time - don't try to escape, we can find you. ”

“Know, know...” Boston took the credit weight nervously, laughing worse than crying.

“Enjoy your cooperation.” The blonde sunglasses woman raised her glass to the crowd.

……

After twelve o'clock, only a blonde sunglasses woman and several of her men were left in the lounge.

“Get rid of this guy.” She waved at the moment, letting the experimental drug addict be taken away and left alone.

The woman took off her sunglasses, put down her disked hair, and made a phone call, "Father, it's me, Kosty... the first step is done. ”

“Thank you, go home, take a good bath, take a rest, and then there's the busy time. ”

In a luxury apartment quite far from this lounge, St. Francis walked naked in front of the floor-to-ceiling window before turning off the phone at random and still in his queen bed.

And in bed, two hot young women are warming up.

Suddenly, the two women in the bed climbed down at the same time, like a domesticated cat, at St. Francis' feet, and began to rub their bodies against St. Francis'.

They are constantly searching for something that seems to be in a strange state. St. Francis laughed and took two steps to remove a bottle from the table.

It's filled with some white powder. He sprayed the powder on the ground, and two young women instantly poured it on the ground and started licking it.

St. Francis watched the two women, who were completely zombies, and measured the bottle on their hands.

He doesn't remember exactly how he got the formula to configure this stuff… there's actually no need to write it down.

You don't have to remember the look of anger that the former leader of Emperor Command knew after his betrayal. Anyway, he ended up dead on the betrayal of his son, Roger, as a shield from which he managed to escape.

You don't have to remember how crazy he was when he took the recipe from him, because it belongs to him today.

Not to mention remembering the years of jail time - because it brings people out of sight and gives them plenty of time to plan things.

“It came out earlier than expected, but...” St. Francis squinted his eyes, "... life, something a little unknown, becomes interesting. ”

Suddenly, St. Francis lifted the bottle in his hand and pointed it at the moon under the night sky, "It's beautiful... who in the end configured you? I spent years in prison trying to change this formula without success. Instead, I made several copies of the by-product..."

……

……

In the dark alley, Caroline walked fast with her head down… I don't think she found the police officer.

She squatted in the back door of a restaurant, tired of her having to choose a place to rest. Suddenly, there seemed to be a sound of footsteps.

Carolyn was in a hurry to hide, and she found that the staff at the restaurant were taking out the garbage.

Carolyn hasn't eaten in a whole day, and suddenly she has an idea - she snuck into the restaurant through the back door while the restaurant staff didn't notice.

The restaurant is in its final stages of closing and the people left behind start locking the doors when the lights are off. Soon after, Caroline turned on the lights of the restaurant in the dark.

There's a lot of leftover corner material in the kitchen and some unused soup bottoms in the pan... and bread.

Caroline was so hungry that she quickly stuffed the bread into her mouth and opened the gas stove to heat up the chilled soup... she swallowed it all up.

She sat alone in the kitchen and looked around nervously... maybe here she could sleep safely and wait for the restaurant people to open tomorrow morning and find another chance to leave herself?

Caroline, thinking about it, was extremely sleepy, and her eyelids went down uncontrollably. So she leaned against the cupboard and went to sleep.

She seemed to have another dream.

She saw a lot of things in her dreams... a man, holding her neck with his hands, Caroline painfully wanted to see each other's faces... but under the lights, she couldn't see what they really looked like - but there was a very special tattoo on his chest.

She still struggles wildly, but her hands and feet are obviously also held tight by something… hands, arms of several men.

Suddenly, a man came over, he had something in his hand, he took it out, and he laughed... they seemed to be talking about something.

But Caroline could only see that, and she couldn't hear anything.

The man then seemed to talk to the man holding his neck, and then bent over —— he stuffed something in his mouth.

Caroline finally figured out what a man looks like... it's Boston!

She will not forget this face. It is the presence of this black boss that will make her life worse and worse...

Nightmare.

“Ah--!!!! ”

Caroline suddenly opened her eyes and a cockroach climbed over the cold floor of the kitchen. Caroline instinctively stood up and stepped on the cockroach very quickly.

She held onto the kitchen bench and felt tired and powerless after having such a nightmare, as if she had been in love with four or five men all day.

Caroline held the wall and walked into the restaurant's bathroom, washing her face, which seemed much better.

She looked at herself in the mirror, around her neck, and that bruise that was strangled by her ’second cousin' was quite obvious. She also saw her eyes, white eyes were filled with blood, red and red, and she looked like a ghost, horrible.

Carolyn frowned and almost approached the mirror on the sink, holding her curtains up and down with her fingers, looking into her eyes, worried that there would be something wrong with her eyes.

Suddenly, she saw a terrible flame, like a volcano erupting, pushing the bathroom door straight open.

The flame devoured her directly, and she even saw herself burned to a scorched black look in the fire... her eyes were still red.

Caroline suddenly had a chill... she was still in the bathroom, the tap didn't turn off, the running water sounded loud and loud.

Carolyn opened her mouth... she suddenly remembered something and went out and ran back into the kitchen without saying a word!

At this point, a scene in the kitchen startled Carolington - she forgot to turn off the gas stove.

Those soup bottoms had already been burned, foamed, left out, put out the fire, but let the gas spill... the whole kitchen smelled like natural gas.

Caroline hurriedly shut off the gas valve and opened the kitchen exhaust fan until the gas was almost gone.

Caroline insinuated that it was dangerous... if a little Mars suddenly appeared, I'm afraid she would be...

Really false alarm.

Carolyn shook her head, feeling dizzy and very tired, and she slowly walked out of the kitchen and came to the sofa in the dining room, lying down, and soon fell asleep again.

Silent, silent, silent, nothing but the sound of a hanging clock ticking and ticking in front of the restaurant hall.

Suddenly, a mosquito buzzed in and swayed away after ingesting Caroline's blood. It flew in front of the kitchen, suddenly attracted by something.

That's an anti-mosquito lamp.

The mosquito suddenly crashed... the grid instantly burned the body of the mosquito into coke black, and at what point Mars fell.

Didn't cause anything.