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"...Even if you really caught me, no one will thank you."

A gust of night wind blew by, and Director George felt a chill behind him.

His back was covered with cold sweat.

Chapter 58 I have to kill you

Under the night, an old van was driving unhurriedly on the streets of New York.

Trevor sang old songs from the 70s loudly. Michel didn't want to participate at first, but after being squeezed out by Trevor, he sang along.

Franklin complained that the two of them were old people, but he couldn't help humming.

Zhang Ming lightly tapped on the car door with his finger, as an accompaniment for them.

"After finishing this ticket, put these things—" Michel patted the handbag, the heavy weight made the men present feel extremely satisfied.

Michel breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Sell them all, we will really have nothing to worry about in our next life, and we can give up this dangerous business, Zhang Ming, how do you say it in the language of your country? Use a basin made of gold to wash your hands? Haha, I will spend more time with my family from now on.”

The smile on Zhang Ming's face froze.

Brother, I have a smooth night, do I have to set a flag here at the stall where I go home to distribute my luggage?

"Shall we change the subject..."

In the middle of Zhang Ming's words, Trevor pinched his throat and said, "Oh, it's so touching, it's almost to my mother's arms." The sharp voice completely drowned out Zhang Ming's words.

"Fuck off!"

Michael raised his middle finger.

Franklin asked Trevor: "Old Cui, what about you?"

Trevor said viciously: "I'm going to crush the damn FBI's balls first, and then put my big—"

"I'm serious."

"Seriously……"

Trevor rubbed his head. His motto in life is to enjoy the present moment. He felt that he was still young and hadn't reached the age where he could see the end at a glance. It was still a bit far away for him to think about retirement plans.

After thinking for a long time, Trevor finally said: "Grab...buy a car, bring enough guns, and then go around the country. Come back when you are tired of shopping, and then crush that damn FBI egg. When the time comes Let's come together and exchange all the shou's anger, I don't believe that so many people can't get him alone!"

"I said guys, how about we talk about something else..." Zhang Ming tried to change the subject again.

"It's my turn, isn't it?"

Several people were in high spirits, and Franklin followed what Trevor said, and continued to say:

"My dream is very simple, buy a house, buy a good car, and finally find a good girl to marry. You know, I am a black man, living in the poorest slums in New York. Many of my friends are smoking D, committing crimes, all their lives In jail, I don't want that."

Franklin turned a corner and glanced at Zhang Ming through the rearview mirror.

"We've already said it, what about you? Zhang Ming, you don't seem interested in money. What exactly do you want?"

The three men turned their gazes over, and Zhang Ming looked at the three of them speechlessly.

"After finishing this vote, I will wash my hands in the golden basin."

"I don't believe it, so many people can't kill him alone."

"After this battle, go back to your hometown and get married."

After three consecutive sentences of blockbusters in the flag world hit his head, Zhang Ming said:

The other party didn't want to talk, and even wanted to jump out of the car and run away.

Thinking of jumping out of the car, Zhang Ming subconsciously glanced at the window and saw a man in black standing at the corner of the alley.

The man is tall, strong but not bloated, with three-dimensional features and a cold expression. He is an out-and-out handsome guy.

model?

No, why would a model stand by the side of the road in the middle of the night.

Zhang Ming suddenly became alert!

Is it...

duck?

This familiar but unfamiliar occupation evoked Zhang Ming's memories.

I think he almost got into this business at the beginning. If it weren't for his editing ability, now Zhang Ming would not be "running into Marvel with the system", but "traveling in a different world".

Zhang Ming's thoughts gradually went astray, and he suddenly noticed that the cold man's eyes were looking at him, and his eyes were full of feelings that you must...

A chill surrounded Zhang Ming, but before he had time to urge Franklin to drive quickly, he saw the ruthless man pick up a black, thick, hard object.

carried on the shoulders.

What the hell!

"RPG!" Zhang Ming shouted.

The rocket drew a scarlet trajectory in mid-air, and flew straight towards the van!

Franklin turned the steering wheel vigorously!