The Death Plan of a Hero of the Empire

"This stew is delicious!"

Murray responded that he had been crying.

"I've never had such a good stew like my mom made..."

"..."

Gesang was not surprised by Mori's performance. In fact, he had recently seen quite a few people burst into tears.

Gesang could understand it completely, because he also shed tears silently at night.

These tears are tears of finding hope, tears of venting, tears of missing memories...

Most of the people who live in Heijie and come to Guangming Street for the first time are unable to live on. Even though they know such a good thing is impossible, they are still willing to come here with the feeling of being cheated...

After lunch, Morrie returned to his room, anxiously waiting for the Illuminati to come to him.

Gesang was not there, because he had his own job, so even if Mori wanted to ask, he couldn't find him.

Just when Morrie was thinking about whether to go out and ask other people, a member of the Illuminati walked in.

"You're Morrie?"

"Yes."

Morrie nodded nervously.

The treatment he is currently experiencing is too good, so he is very nervous, nervous about what kind of difficult job the Illuminati will arrange for him.

He was afraid that if he could not do those jobs, he would be expelled immediately.

"I've seen your resume. Are you stronger?"

"Yes."

Morrie rolled up his sleeves and showed off his muscles. Although he was much thinner than he was a few months ago, his strong muscular outline could still be seen.

"Well, if that's the case... Recently, there are some moving things that need to be dealt with. In terms of salary, how about twenty a day?"

There is still a salary!

Still so much? !

Morrie opened his mouth wide and froze.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing that Morrie was in a daze, the members of the Illuminati asked kindly.

"No, I'm fine..." Morrie shook his head, "I don't need the salary, I will try my best!"

"No, you still have to be paid, you get what you do." The member of the Illuminati smiled, "Then, please come with me, and I will take you to work."

Morrie followed him out of the house, then set to work as directed.

It was indeed just some work of carrying sundries, a very simple manual work. He had enough food and drink at noon, and with his own foundation, it was very easy to do.

All afternoon, Morrie was busy, but he didn't feel very tired. On the contrary, he was still very energetic. For the first time, he had the idea of ​​wanting to work overtime for free and continue to work.

"clang!"

The bell rang and Morrie knew it was supper time.

"Okay, you've worked hard, let's go eat together!"

Morrie put down the suitcase in his hand, and followed the workers to the place to eat.

"so good……"

Morrie thought as he walked.

"It's really like a dream."

Thinking of this, he pinched himself.

The pain told him that he was indeed in reality.

Suddenly, some noise and exclamation came from the front.

Morrie heard the sound and looked over, and found that everyone's eyes were on one person.

A dozen or so members of the Illuminati in white suits stood on both sides of him, and a man with extraordinary bearing followed him. Everyone gave him reverent glances, and some even cheered, as if It was an honor to have him come.

It was a young man who was surrounded by everyone and was as dazzling as a bright moon surrounded by stars.

"Who is he?" Morrie couldn't help asking.

"Are you new here? You don't even know Lord Adiu."

"Adiu?"

Morrie remembered, at the time of registration, the man in particular whom he had been told to respect.

"He is the leader of the Illuminati, the founder of Guangming Street, and the benevolent and benevolent Lord Adiu. Our free board and lodging and job opportunities are also provided by that adult!"

"Adiu..."

Morrie muttered, remembering the name and the figure in front of him in his heart.

第 92

Chapter 91 Gangster Adiu Season 29 ([-])

The battle is finally coming.

These days, Guangming Street has become a restricted area for nearby gangsters. Anyone who comes here to make trouble will be expelled by the Illuminati, and they will not be allowed to enter Guangming Street.

If it's just that, then most of these gang members can just take a detour.

But now, some people can't bear it anymore.

That's one of the Illuminati's neighbors, the Bucket Gang.

As a small gang and located in such a remote place, the Wine Barrel Gang was originally a relatively free and independent small gang like the Blood Fist Gang. Usually, there is no major conflict between the two, except for occasional small frictions, but this is not the case. It doesn't matter.

In addition to collecting protection fees like most gangs, the Barrel Gang also has loan sharks and a small casino.

Among them, the small casino is very profitable, because there is such a small casino nearby, and casinos, in order to ensure their own revenue, must play some tricks, so there is no such thing as a loss.

That is to say, the Wine Barrel Gang is the wealthiest gang recently. There are at least [-] members in the gang, and all of them are experts. No, it's not because of his excessive drinking capacity, but because of his figure!

Nearly three hundred kilograms, his round and fat body made him stronger than Bute by a few weight classes!

When clashing with other gangs, Jiu Keg often takes the lead in charging, relying on his own weight to rampage, like a humanoid chariot, very ferocious, and in a street fighting environment, as long as he is there, charging back and forth, the opponent will fall Down several people.

Therefore, the wine barrel can be regarded as the strongest gang among several nearby gangs.

But recently, they found themselves earning less!

The reason is simple, fewer people gamble.

The reason for the decrease is all on Guangming Street.

Because there were no gamblers flooding into their casino on Guangming Street, they lost a large number of customers, and many family members of gamblers couldn't bear it, and asked the Illuminati to uphold justice, and even the gamblers from that family were forcibly sent to the casino. He went to the training camp of the Illuminati to accept ideological remolding.

So their casino is almost visible with a lot less foot traffic.

If the source of income is cut off, then no one may be in a good mood, right?

Keg was angry, with serious consequences.

The wine barrel really wants to take the brothers, break into Guangming Street, and then hang up and beat the people in Guangming Street, so that they will let those "casino customers" go home, so that they can re-enter their casinos and empty their money bag.

But it doesn't work.

why?

Because he is already the boss of a gangster, so impulsive and fond of fighting, he doesn't have the bearing of a big boss at all.

Take it easy!

So the barrel first sent a few "envoys" to the Illuminati, trying to use writing to negotiate and read as a threat to warn them first.

then……

"Hmm... Where are the brothers sent to the Illuminati?" Tonkeg asked.

"I haven't come back yet."

"Why so slow?"

"Maybe the Illuminati are too stubborn?"

"Send a few more people to remind me!"

"Yes, boss."

Then several "messengers" set off and headed for Guangming Street.

After a long time, the barrel sat on a chair, lost in thought.

"Are they back?"

"Not yet, boss."

"Why haven't they come back yet?"

"Maybe the Illuminati are too stubborn?"

"Then send a few more people to remind me!"

"Yes, boss."

So a few more "messengers" set off.

The barrel waited and waited and waited and waited... until the sun was about to set.

Keg stood up without saying a word.

"Boss..." asked the younger brother next to him, "Send some more reminders?"

"Urge you XX!"

The wine barrel slapped the younger brother angrily.

"It's been so long, I must have been left behind by those bastards from the Illuminati, call all the brothers, and give it to me!"

So the wine barrel led the younger brothers and set off in a mighty way.

Because three waves of "messengers" have been sent, so that their number is only a dozen people.

But it doesn't matter, the barrel is full of confidence.

These dozens of people, all of them were selected by him personally, they are strong, tall, plus his leadership...

How could you lose?

"Report, all members of the barrel gang are coming towards our Guangming Street."

"I see."

Frank replied, and glanced at the members of the barrel gang lying on the ground.

When the first wave of messengers came, he immediately shot them all down. From their cruel words and threats, he learned that the barrel gang will definitely send someone to rescue them, and the barrel boss will not spare the Illuminati. of……

So he waited for the battle, summoned all the combat members of the Illuminati, and ambushed on both sides of the street, waiting for the barrel gang to call.

Then he waited until several wine barrels came to deliver the food.

Frank didn't particularly care, after tying them up, he continued to wait.

After waiting for a long time, the third wave of wine barrel gangs arrived.

Frank began to think about whether this was a conspiracy by the barrel gang, or how could he be so stupid as to send three small groups of people to weaken him?

Now, the main force of the barrel gang finally arrived.

Probably because of the first battle, the fighters were very nervous. Although their training time was short, they were very disciplined and commanded very obediently.

As far as morale is concerned, it is still usable.

But... not enough.

But Frank knew how to motivate them.