Lord of the Holy Light of Pirates

A few moments later, on this cologne-filled New Mexico street.

Wearing a suit and tie, with shiny black leather shoes on his feet, and exuding a gentlemanly demeanor, Sol walked aimlessly with one hand in his trouser pocket, and at this moment, his suit A finely crafted wallet slipped out of the inner pocket inadvertently, but Saul didn't notice it at all and continued walking forward without squinting.

Not long after, a fat man with a wretched appearance bent down and grabbed his wallet. However, he did not remind Thor who had walked out for a distance. Instead, he smiled and narrowed his eyes, protecting the wallet in his hand.

"Oh, oh, oh, brother, you're lucky. Congratulations." Roy, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately came forward to greet him.

The fat man put his wallet back, looked at Roy warily, and whispered: "Who are you? Do I know you?"

"Hey, you're talking so much nonsense. Is this money yours? My eyes, which are comparable to telescopes, can see clearly. As the saying goes, those who see are rewarded." Roy rubbed his hands, and his colleague frowned lightly. pick.

The man Wei Suo snorted, "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Oh, right? That strong brother hasn't gone far. Look at the tendons on that big brother. If you punch him, you will probably be admitted to the hospital. Are you afraid that I will scream him back?" Roy The corner of his mouth curled up into a wicked smile, like an old fox that had become a spirit.

"You." Fatty Wei Suo gritted his teeth, quickly pulled Roy to a corner, and sneered, "How much do you want, tell me quickly, and get out as soon as you finish."

When Roy heard this, he smiled broadly and spread his hands, "No more, no more, just half."

Hearing this, the fat man's face became angry and he cursed: "You want to eat farts?"

At this moment, a sound of annoyance came from the distance.

"Where the hell is my wallet?"

I saw Thor not far away, rushing over here with a panic face.

Looking at the strong man with "angry" on his face, Roy was frightened, and panicked and stuffed the thick wallet into Fatty Wei Suo's pocket, and at the same time said: "Hide it quickly, or we will It’s over”

Fatty Wei Suo quickly covered his money bag, his eyes flashing with joy.

Then, like a god of help, Sol came to Roy and Fatty Wei Suo and asked with suspicion: "Two gentlemen, the owner of the roadside stall selling sesame cakes just now told me that you seemed to have picked up my wallet."

"Bloody mouth" Roy looked excited, with a hint of "panic" in his tone.

Seeing this, the wretched fat man nodded and said, "Sir, the two of us were just passing by by chance. Sir, you have no evidence, so it's better not to accuse us unjustly."

This fat man is naturally very sensible. He knows that if he doesn't cooperate with Roy now, he will probably lie on the ground once his side is discovered.

"Really?" The corner of Sol's mouth raised slightly, and he said jokingly: "My wallet is quite special. It was specially customized by me. It contains a lot of cash. Have you found my wallet? Let me take a look. Just know it”

It should be said that he is worthy of being part of Loki's family. Even though Thor is usually as stupid as a tough guy, when this scene started, the look, expression, and dynamics of this God of Thunder were simply not inferior to anyone else's. Little fresh meat.

Even Roy was amazed when he saw it. He is really a talented person.

"Okay, okay, the wallet is specially made, right? Let me show it to you. Let me show you, is it specially made?"

Roy took out a very worn wallet with holes in it from his trouser pocket and threw it to Thor.

Sol's face froze, and suddenly turned a little red. He gritted his teeth and sneered at the fat man beside him: "What about you?"

Fatty Wei Suo smiled disdainfully, took out a wallet from his jacket pocket, and handed it to Sol, "Look, it's a special wallet, Amazon only costs cents, and it comes with free shipping."

Sol grabbed two wallets, his face full of anger, "Shet, how could this happen?" Then he glanced at Roy who had a silly smile on his face, frowned, and anger went straight to his forehead: "My wallet must be You have hidden me, I want to search your body."

Hearing this, Roy was startled and ran away.

"Damn it, I knew it was you, don't run, I'll break off your hand and stuff it into you." Thor cursed angrily and chased after him.

The wretched fat man, with a secretive look on his face, walked in the opposite direction with his wallet full of white paper.

After chasing Roy into a small alley, Sol was panting a little and his face turned red. However, this was not because of the exercise. The excitement and excitement in his heart at this time accounted for part of the reason.

In the past, when he was still the God of Thunder, whenever he faced an enemy standing in front of him, he would finish it off with one hammer blow.

And today, having lost his divine power, it was the first time in his long life that he experienced the thrill of running away after doing a bad thing, as if covering his eyes and dancing on the edge of a cliff.

Thinking about it, he was actually a little excited. Thor finally knew why his brother liked to mess with people so much. This feeling was so exciting.

At this time, Roy and Sol stood together, opening the fat man's wallet just now, and a double-digit knife was placed in front of them.

Sol sighed, with a slightly disappointed expression on his face, and said, "This is your idea of ​​a good way to get 2300 dollars in such a short time after being tired for a long time."

This wretched fat man was not the first target of the two Roys. This routine also failed sometimes. They were directly sent back to their wallets several times, and they were even spotted by some social veterans at a glance. However, this time Roy It took a lot of time to change places with Sol and then change to a new target.

Perhaps this amount of money is equivalent to a month's salary in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of Sol, a slut who spends money lavishly, this little gain is simply not worthy of his own efforts for such a long time.

Roy didn't take it seriously, like a seasoned social habitual criminal. After a gentle smile, he said: "It's enough to have a meal with these, but if we want to truly live a good life, we have to set our goals higher." Lift it up"

"Lift it up, lift it up, and you will be the people on the upper level."

After coming here for a while, he experienced many hardships and became clear about the status quo of character classification on earth.

Like the wretched fat man they just attacked, according to Sol's classification, he is the richest among the common people, and if he moves up a little higher, he is the upper class on this earth.

This kind of people generally have rich social experience, and little tricks like Sol and Roy are unlikely to be effective.

Roy looked at Sol's doubts, patted his chest, helped him straighten his tie, and said: "Don't worry, I will certainly have a way. Just listen to me and cooperate well."