Call of Duty: This big brother is okay, he really does something

Chapter Eighty-Seven Fighting Where There Is a Wife Chaser!!

Sc johnson’s current experiences can write an epic war game.

The experience of the little mute is enough to write a more exaggerated history of personal struggle.

No one knows her name.

Even Lester knew only a few things about her.

The only certainty is that the little dumb is not actually a dumb.

She could talk, but she didn’t know why she never spoke.

This woman likes to be alone, and lester, who does not even shout about the war situation when fighting, also heard her say a word or two to someone else under a very accidental situation.

So Lester speculated that she might have some kind of psychological disorder, and didn’t like to talk about it in Los Saint-Du, the birthplace of Hollywood stars, and every piece of land in the city was scarce.

But this woman, next door to the FIB building, has an entire floor of office.

In addition to this, she also owns the base, a casino, a motorcycle clubhouse.

Entertainment venues such as modified car shops, game shops, and nightclubs are distributed throughout the city.

She even owns a personal hangar and a luxury yacht at Los Santos International Airport.

Even in the star building, just outside the same street as Hollywood’s Walk of Fame, she owns a mansion.

The house in that place is no cheaper than the so-called Tomson.

These messy industries are counted down.

The four tons of gold she had just grabbed, and the money earned by the five people was only enough to support these funds for a period of time.

At this point, she still worked hard from scratch.

SC Johnson may be strong enough to fight.

But when it comes to making money, he’s really nowhere near this woman.

That’s why Lester said the woman was terrible.

Or rather, this place is really magical.

It’s almost the same as SC Johnson.

At the moment, waiting for the living room to be quiet.

Soap and Ghost were awkward, so they dragged the little dumb assistant out to find something to eat.

The little mute raised his chin and stared at SC Johnson with a slight amusement.

SC Johnson held up his phone and listened directly to Lester stuttering about the information he knew.

Half ring.

After listening, SC Johnson asked Lester to come to the base as soon as possible, then hung up the phone and took a deep breath.

“Hang up the matter of chasing you first, and now deal with the purpose of my coming here.”

“I went to find something to eat, and I was hungry all day.”

Saying that, SC Johnson wanted to run under the pretext of eating away.

But before leaving the door, he turned back and asked: “I guess Ha, you are not short of money at all, robbing the bank is actually just for fun?” ”

The little mute glanced back, no expression.

Johnson pursed his lips, pulled open the door and walked out, saying to himself, “I’m really in love.” ”

The little mute heard this and picked up the tablet and watched the SC Johnson slip away through the reflection.

A smile rose leisurely on his frosty face.

The next day.

Huge base war room.

A huge screen lit up with a detailed list of Ivan’s materials.

The SC Johnson trio gathered around the map to make plans.

The little mute stood with his arm around and watched with interest, not knowing whether he was looking at the map or sc johnson.

Nearby, the two white and black trio nagged to let Lester take out the gold as soon as possible.

At this moment, the door of the war room suddenly opened.

A man walked in with a computer in his hand: “Mother, I should be in the bath at this time, but I have to deal with some bullshit crisis.” ”

“Mike, did you do the gold robbery?” You’d better stop making trouble… Who are these three clowns? ”

He looked at the backs of the three Johnsons and asked.

“Uh… His name was Hines, and he was a senior FIB agent who dealt with the matter. ”

Lester was more intimidated, afraid that several people would make trouble again, so he played a round court to explain to SC Johnson.

The three SC Johnson looked back, ignored them, and continued to make plans.

A high-ranking fib official in the Hynes Hall, where has he been so scorned.

With that, he came up and grabbed Johnson’s shoulder.

The little mute on the side saw it, and frowned and wanted to come over and stop Hines.

Sc Johnson was annoyed, and turned around and squeezed Hines’s arm with his backhand, twisting him and screaming.

“Listen, who are you to take care of my birds?”

“Lao Tzu is here to clean up the mess for you, don’t provoke me.”

This scolding made the trio next to them look at each other.

Trevor blew a whistle: “The puppy dog kicked the iron plate, I like this brother black rich also nodded, a look of satisfaction.” ”

Mike seemed to be more afraid of Hines and didn’t dare to say anything.

Lester walked over on crutches: “Tap, he’s a FIB guy, or don’t offend him too much.” ”

Hines bowed his back in pain, cursed and grinned that he was going to kill this bastard Johnson without mercy, squeezing Hines’s bone joint and quacking: “What’s wrong with FIB?” Is it awesome? ”

“Lao Tzu, I fought, is fib enough to take it out?”

“The medal given by your three-star old dog Sheffield I should throw away as scrap iron, and I will be qualified here?”

“You try calling me another dirty word?”

As he spoke, Sc johnson twisted his face again, changed his smile and asked the little mute, “If you kill someone here, will you be angry with me?” ”

The little mute shrugged his shoulders and walked to the side with a look of indifference, fiddling with his own personality little pistol…

Lester really didn’t want to make trouble here, so he blushed before breaking SC Johnson’s hand.

Hines suddenly lost his strength and crawled to the ground, scolding and grinning, and the little mute who was about to pull out his gun saw it, blew a whistle, and threw the pistol in his hand.

Sc Johnson’s eyes quickly took over in the air, and he clicked into the chamber.

Bang!

He really dared to shoot.

Hines’s pistol had not yet been taken out of its holster.

SC Johnson aimed a shot at the top of his head.

The elaborately dressed hairstyle of his big back was instantly burned out of a bullet mark Hines stunned in place, staring at the pistol that SC Johnson was about to pestle into his mouth.

“Say one more word and try it.”

Sc Johnson said with a cold face, staring word for word into Hines’s green eyes.

Hines has also been on the battlefield and is also a man who has fought.

But he had never experienced a fierce war like SC Johnson’s.

It has nothing to do with age, just look at the eyes to know who is the cruel person.

Half ring.

The war room was quiet.

Hines hesitated for a moment, prodded, spread his hands and slowly pushed back to show weakness.

Trevor and the three of them high-fived each other behind his back expressed their amusement.

Lester slumped back in his chair, rubbing his already few hairs in worry.

Sc johnson, like no one else, returned the pistol to the little mute and smiled: “It’s red paint again, do you like red?” ”

The little mute did not return, and took back the gun and asked SC Johnson to signal SC Johnson to do the right thing.

Soap and ghosts didn’t look back at all, and farts weren’t worth distracting them.

Sc johnson was a little excited, and whispered to the soap behind the others’ backs: “She actually put nail polish on the gun!” ”

Soap didn’t look at SC Johnson and drew the route on the map with a red pen: “So? ”

Johnson sighed: “The girl’s heart does not understand, I think I will fall immediately.” ”

“Those old ladies in our base, which one has her like this… So funny. ”

“I’m going to chase her, I’m going to chase her.”

Johnson said with a nagging voice, and the ghost police looked at him: “Fight a war, can you be serious?” ”

“I don’t care, get it done as soon as possible, I’m going to make time for a date.”

“Damn, serious people who let their girlfriends not chase and go to war.”

“World peace is a matter of my ass.”