Super Dimensional Fantasy World

Chapter 160 Pattern (24)

"No money!" Young Master Decker stared.

"Don't talk to me about money!" Fertitta's stinky face appeared in his head again, and he was very angry when he saw the soldier in front of him helplessly saying that he had no money.

At this moment, Fertitta seemed to hear something, turned his head to his side and smiled, then turned around again, talking to Uzi.

Decker was even angrier. He searched left and right, but couldn't find anything convenient.

In the end, he just threw his hat away.

rub rub...

Several flashes of fire flashed, and Decker's hat was shot into a sieve in mid-air, and was hit straight to the opposite wall.

The smile on the corner of Fertitta's mouth grew wider.

Decker felt like he was about to explode, but luckily the soldier next to him held him back so he didn't rush over.

"Master, Master! There is a war going on!"

Decker's body was pulled, but his mouth didn't stop.

"Remember it for me. Ripped off us? Are you still laughing at me now? Remember it for me."

He pointed a finger at Fertitta and kept saying harsh words.

Fertitta just spread his hands, feeling inexplicable.

"Is he crazy? What is he doing? I was just talking to you just now, mocking the robber leader. What the hell is he doing?"

Fertitta had a bitter face, very innocent.

Uzi whispered: "Boss, sometimes people need some channels to vent after being stimulated. This is called grooming."

Fertitta made a long sound and made an O98K gesture.

Then he turned his head back and put his ass on Decker...

Of course, he just didn't want to face Decker anymore.

"Ah! I'm going to kill you! I can't bear this insult!"

Decker struggled out of his bodyguard's arms again.

Then, there was a bang.All is quiet.

The audience stayed for a while.

Fertitta turned her head and found Decker lying on the ground with his tongue out, already fainted...

The leading soldier made an apologetic gesture, and then pushed Decker, pushing him further inside.

"This trash seems to be going crazy. He probably doesn't want to live anymore, but this bastard is still thinking of dragging a group of us to be buried with him. Who can bear it." The soldier turned his head and said angrily. The other teammates deeply agree.

"However, we still have to protect him..." another soldier reminded.

"Hmm..." The soldier who spoke before rubbed his chin. "Let's see the situation later. If we can take him away, let's go. If we can't go, we should save our own lives first. If necessary, we need to make a trade-off and throw him out. Shit loyalty, shit contract spirit."

"Then, if the Feller family blames it..." Another soldier also added by the way.

"Hey, it's simple. The price of mercenaries in East Africa is ridiculously high, and the tasks they perform are not difficult. They usually go to Southeast Asia to beat those wild monkeys. I think this job is easy to do. I don't want to serve these noble young masters for a long time."

"Then let's throw him out!"

"You are stupid, keep him, he is our bargaining chip! When the time comes, take him out and blackmail him."

"high!"

"I think so!"

"Perfect!"

In this way, because of his venting, Young Master Decker completely changed the identities of the soldiers protecting him in just ten seconds...

"Over there, are those guys discussing something?" Uzi said to Fertitta.

Fertitta looked at Decker who fell on the ground, and curled his lips: "Whatever he is, if we can pass the word to his father, our goal will be achieved. What to do when the time comes, that is the next step plan Now, his life and death has nothing to do with us."

Uzi said: "How did I hear that those people seem to be selling their young master?"

Fertitta's eyes widened: "Why, do you want to buy it?"

Uzi's cheeks flushed: "Actually, that eldest son looks pretty good..."

Fertitta: ...

On the streets of Rome, armored vehicles rolled over the road, kicking up a layer of asphalt.

When this armored monster passed by the ancient Roman Colosseum, the young people who participated in the light dance meeting around the Colosseum stared dumbfounded at the hot armored vehicle and a large number of police cars following it.

They roared wildly, screaming for the armored vehicles with all their strength. The DJ on the scene played explosive metal music at the right time. The dancers twisted their bodies crazily. Almost all of them rushed to the road, blocking the way for the policemen to pursue. .

"Fuck!" The big fat policeman leading the team pushed open the car door and yelled at the armored vehicle going away. Facing the young people blocking the road, he had no choice but to turn around and take the walkie-talkie.

"Attention, attention, our side is blocked, the air force pay attention, follow the armored vehicle closely, if necessary, use force to stop it, and in addition, send me a fire brigade to drive these nasty young people away ! Let them taste the power of the high-pressure water gun."

The young people on the outskirts were still making trouble, and more and more people gathered around.

At first, the fat policeman could come out and yell twice, but then there were too many people, so he had to get back into the car.

Next to the light show, there is a bar. When the group of young people watching the light dance blocked the road and reveled, the people in the bar also rushed out and shouted loudly. The solid young man was dripping with cold sweat in an instant. This group of reckless men with excessive hormone secretion and alcohol stimulation even wanted to overturn his car, and it was obvious that they were doing so.

Through the rear mirror, he could clearly see that this group of people also bet on his colleague's police car.

A policewoman directly under her was pulled out of the car by them.

Those people laughed wildly, and directly pulled the policewoman into the crowd and disappeared.

"Are these people irrational beasts! Are they still human!" the fat policeman roared in his heart.

He quickly took out the pager on the police car.

"Please stop your behavior immediately, please stop your behavior immediately, otherwise, we will take coercive action, repeat for the third time, please stop your behavior immediately!"

Of course, no one pays attention to him. Once someone starts to do something that breaks the taboo, the follow-up effect will occur.

For so many years, the evil seeds of Internet public opinion have blossomed in the hearts of Italian teenagers.

The poor policewoman was dragged to the ground by the crowd. She wanted to draw her gun, but before she could touch it, her entire belt was snatched away, and then countless pairs of big hands came up and began to tear her clothes.

(End of this chapter)