A god of beauty

Chapter 12 Well-developed and brainy

It's a deal.

This is the Queens District, and such transactions are staged in every corner of the Queens District almost every moment, day and night.

Rich white men from Manhattan came to Queens waving banknotes, looking for a coveted girl, and took a trip if you wanted to.

Afterwards, the girl will get a huge sum of money that is just pocket money in the eyes of those white men, and those white men will pat their butts and put on their suits again and return to his battlefield to continue fighting...

This is not a story.

But the so-called reality.

The big black-faced Benjamin might hesitate to snatch a rich white man. After all, in the eyes of those rich white men, black people like them who live at the bottom of Queens are nothing more than bedbugs on the side of the road. It's okay to pay attention, but if you notice...

Ha ha.

Let's say that.

Perhaps by that time, the reward money offered to them will even be much richer than the money they have earned in their entire life.

and so.

Benjamin, who understands this, basically rarely touches white people, especially white people in suits and well-dressed clothes, but if it is a local woman in Queens, then it is another matter.

In a word.

Everyone is on the sidelines, so don't have the idea that the elder brother looks down on the second elder brother. You use your body to make money, and we use technology to make money.

Benjamin's thoughts changed sharply. After being silent for a while, he looked at the little black man Ken and said, "You stand here, and I will take Milo and Bobby to get the equipment."

The little black man grinned: "Okay!"

Benjamin nodded, then turned around and beckoned to the two little black men. How did they come here? How did they leave? Their masks and professional tools are all stored in an abandoned container at the port. Get it over there.

Although they were playing small fights, Benjamin had gone to middle school anyway, and understood one thing very well, the tools of crime must not be placed in the living place.

After all, Queens has always been greeted by many law enforcement agencies. Give some money to those big heads, and then these little people who eat between their teeth will become cannon fodder.

soon.

With the ubiquitous shadows, the little black man hid his figure with his own talent, watching Lake and Mikaela re-enter Mikaela's home.

The little black man Ken took a sip of water and was very restless.

After all, Mikaela can be regarded as a man of the hour in Warren Street. She is only 16 years old this year and already looks like a beauty in her 20s, and she is of mixed blood from the Three Kingdoms. Well, Mikaela has the nickname of a beautiful fox in Warren Street...

In the repair workshop, Lake stood beside the workbench, looking thoughtfully through the window at a shadow across the street with flickering eyes.

Mikaela, who was making coffee with a soldering iron, said, "Coffee?"

Lake smiled and said, "Thank you."

Mikaela looked sideways: "I thought you would refuse."

Lake withdrew his gaze from the shadows, looked at Mikaela and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Mikaela took out the electric soldering iron and reheated it, handed the coffee to Lake and said, "Now that you have money, you can go to a coffee shop in Manhattan and order a cup of coffee for fifteen dollars."

Lake smiled softly: "I agree with your words now."

"Which one?"

Mikaela smiled like a fox: "I have transmitted a lot of mortal wisdom to you, a god."

Lake laughed: "It's funny, but I have to admit that after being a god for a long time, there will indeed be some disconnection with the mortal world."

Mikay pulled back his hair: "It's okay, by the way, I almost asked, why, the Supreme Mage, gave you a certificate and a Stark card with a million dollars in it. Where's the bank card?"

Lake thought for a while: "Just be your patron saint here, in order to prevent me from being self-reliant and cause me to crash, please give me compensation."

Mikaela praised: "It seems that the gods are indeed better than us mortals, Franklin with 100 million, wow, I think 90.00% of the residents of Queens will not be able to earn this amount in their lifetime."

Lake said with a smile: "Secular coins are worthless in the eyes of the gods."

Mikaela tilted her head: "But if you don't have the money, you're probably going to sleep on the sofa again tonight."

Lake looked at Mikaela with deep eyes: "You are very interesting, I can't wait now, I want to see that after you become a god, you will not be so run on me, the main god."

Mikaela shrugged and smiled: "Will you kill me?"

Lake shook his head: "No."

Mikaela said with a smile: "Then I think it will. After all, you are leaving soon, and I want to impress you, so that you will not forget me when the stars return in the future."

Lake laughed.

Who said Mikaela is a vase, but this wisdom is probably already surpassing 90.00% of those blondes with big breasts and no brains in Hollywood.

indeed.

Mikaela's impression on Lake was even deeper.

only……

Lake looked through the window again and said indifferently to the shadow on the opposite side of the street: "I'm afraid I won't be able to leave tonight."

Mikaela said with a smile: "Why, maybe you, the god of gods, have taken a fancy to me and plan to make me a subordinate god and become the wife of the main god?"

Lake glanced at the smiling Mikaela, smiled softly, and said directly: "I have this idea, but it's not for this reason."

Mikaela's face changed slightly, then he frowned and said, "What do you mean?"

Lake pointed to the shadow of the big tree across the street and said lightly: "Do you still remember what I said just now that I agree with you? You are right. Money cannot be exposed. We are being targeted."

Mikaela looked over there through the one-way glass: "I didn't see anything."

Lake chuckled.

next second.

"Agatha!"

"Yes, sir."

"Analyze the opposite projection."

"Yes!"

As the words fell, Agatha projected a laser screen, and in an instant, the scenery across the street appeared vividly in the repair workshop.

Lake pointed to the little black man who was almost integrated into the shadow and said, "See clearly now."

Michaela was visibly shocked.

Lake smiled without saying a word. Although he said that the blessings of divine power and stars, as well as the bright moon and dawn have been delayed, his intuition as a supreme god is still there.

When the little black man set his eyes on him for the third time, he had already noticed it. At first he thought that the little black man would retreat because of his stalwart and handsome.

But right now?
Ok.

This is Queens.

Queens in New York, New York in America, America in the world.

What solution?

According to incomplete statistics, the number of bullets fired in New York in a day is comparable to the number of bullets fired in a week in the neighboring state of New Jersey.

What is there to say?

Love him, send him to New York.

Love him, send him to New York.

Want him to die immediately, give him five hundred dollars in cash, and then throw him in Queens, and within half an hour, you can see his body in the stinky gutter.

……

　Signed a contract, two shifts, one shift at noon, one shift at night, burst out from time to time, Lao Mi's hand speed is obvious to all, quality and quantity are guaranteed...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)