APH Eastern European Lily Group Mutual Acceptance

/Ya is not arranged by me, I can't touch the Vargas family, it is estimated that Ronnie stayed to interfere with the Brazinski family's sight. "

"Who the hell are you and Ronnie working for?"

"Did you come up with these ideas yourself, or did Felix investigate them and tell you?"

"It's all on my own."

"Hmph, it doesn't matter if you're protecting him. But in fact, as long as you two are obedient and don't interfere with my plan, I won't hit you hard."

"I didn't want to interfere with any of your plans, you attacked me first!"

"You know too much, and you dare to tease my tiger's beard by yourself, how can I feel at ease?"

"I won't tell, and neither will Felix."

"There is no evidence to tell, only the dead will not leak the secret!" Elizabeth's pupils dilated, "Did I tell you before, that my speed is faster than bullets in melee combat?"

Torres was horrified. He pointed at Elizabeth, not even daring to blink his eyes.

Elizabeth sneered coldly, and Torres felt bad in his heart. Elizabeth rushed up like an arrow off the string, punched Torres on the wrist, and raised his leg to hit his abdomen.

Torres couldn't hold the gun, and didn't want it to be snatched by Elizabeth, so he threw it back.

Elizabeth suddenly pushed Torres to the ground, punched him on the temple, then stepped on Torres' stomach and rushed towards the gun.

Torres endured the severe pain, and desperately hugged Elizabeth's legs to prevent her from touching the gun.

Elizabeth was furious. She curled up and smashed her fists viciously at the top of Torris's head, kicking her feet in Torris's arms.

Torres rolled over and put Elizabeth on the bottom, freeing one hand to punch her hard in the stomach.

Elizabeth groaned in pain.

Torres took the opportunity to crawl over, and just about to reach the gun, Elizabeth grabbed his feet again.

While pulling Torres back, Elizabeth crawled forward with her own strength, and she was about to reach the gun.

Torres was so cruel that he simply waved his hand and swept the gun into the sewer next to the wall.

Elizabeth grabbed Torres' hair, and Torres raised his head and raised his hand to grab Elizabeth's face.

"Bastard Torres! How dare you scratch the lady's face!" Elizabeth flinched back.

Torres rolled over and got under a nearby car, then got out from under the car and fled behind another car.

Elizabeth got up and rolled out of the car. She couldn't see Torres, and immediately guarded the intersection of the entrance and exit of the parking lot and the gate leading to the first floor, blocking the only two escape exits for Torris.

"Torres—where have you been hiding?—look at me finding you, begging for mercy—just like when I was a child—" Elizabeth looked around vigilantly as she walked along the path. The vertical line at the point of intersection moves forward.

Seeing Elizabeth blocking his way out from behind the hidden vehicles, Torres walked forward step by step to check the vehicles one by one. Enduring the severe pain in his body, he took off his coat and hung it on the On the rear wiper of a hatchback behind him, then squatted down and slowly moved behind the other car.

"Oh—here, the naughty kid is here—" Elizabeth giggled when she saw Torres' coat hanging on the back of the car, "Torres, you can't beat me, I was in the slums when I was young At that time, the winning ratio between me, Gilbert and you was 5:3:2. You two often have to cooperate to draw with me. What's more, I joined a famous family and practiced hard for many years. You are no longer my opponent. Although Ronnie was the master brother when he was studying art, I always won when the brothers of the same generation in the division reported their results at the end of each month. Of course, he later admitted that he let me go because he liked me."

While talking, Elizabeth rushed towards a car next to her, blocking Torris who had just moved over. She stepped forward and punched Torris:

"Do you dare to show off your trivial skills in front of me, Elizabeth?!"

Torres stood up and turned over from the roof of the car: "Elizabeth, you talk too much, I guess who your real boss is."

"How is it possible?" Elizabeth stepped on the hood and stepped over, her mouth was tough, but her action was a little slower.

"With such a long-term vision and such a meticulous mind, I can only think of a few people." Seeing Elizabeth leaving the entrance and exit route, Torres couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief and rushed towards the entrance and exit.

"Oh? I would like to hear more about it." Elizabeth chased after him, kicked off a wall and rushed towards Torres.

"How could I tell you?" Torres turned around, rolled away on the spot, quickly smashed the emergency fire glass on the wall with his elbow, took out the fire extinguisher, pulled out the safety pin, and sprayed foam on Elizabeth.

"Torres the bastard!" Elizabeth screamed and ran away.

Torres dropped the fire extinguisher, turned and ran up the access ramp.

This road is not a bustling main road. The Italians in this community have the habit of taking a nap even in winter. There are no cars or people on the road in the afternoon.Torres ran all the way on the road enduring the severe pain in his body.

At this moment, a black Ford stopped by the side of the road, the rear door opened beside Torris, and a blond young man held out his hand to Torris:

"Need help, Mr. Rolinatis?"

"You are... that, Francis Bonofova's lover, Matthew, aren't you?" Torres was out of breath, looking at each other, and it seemed that he was better than the one he saw at Francis's house last time. Time to get fatter.

"Come on, it looks like you're in trouble." Matthew looked at Torres's ripped shirt, and then saw in the rearview mirror that he ran out of the underground parking lot with a disheveled face and was chasing after him. Elizabeth.

Torres got into the car without hesitation, the old Ford drove slowly, he looked at the driver in front of him, and turned to Matthew: "Thank you, but I still need to go back, my lover is still in their hands. "

"No hurry, let's go to a place first, and I will definitely send you back later, and I guarantee that he will not be injured."

"Where?" Torres wondered.

"Of course it's your boss's place." The big white bear doll in Matthew's arms protruded from the mouth, and there was a sarcastic smile on his face:

"Mr. Rolinatis, please take me to the place where Ivan Braginsky traded with the Wang family tonight."

"You're not Matthew, who are you?" Torres looked at Matthew again, as if realizing something he hadn't noticed before.

"I am Matthew. I am Matthew Williams next to Francis Bonofova. Otherwise, please call me Alfred F Jones. Really, although HERO will wear it every time he plays Matthew. Putting on a shapewear makes you look thinner; don’t look at HERO who usually wears thick bulletproof vests, HERO itself has been losing weight; and HERO is often on TV anyway, have you never seen HERO’s heroic appearance? People in the underworld don’t watch TV? Even an uncle who only competed once to eat ice cream can tell that HERO and Matthew are the same person.” Matthew Williams, no, police chief Al Chief Fred F. Jones still pointed his gun at Torres and did not let go.

"I saw it on TV, but I didn't pay much attention to it. Director Jones and Matthew Williams have very different temperaments."

"Ah, it's really an honor for HERO. It seems that HERO's acting skills are really good. Sure enough, HERO should develop on the big screen." Alfred brushed up his hair with one hand, and a lock of hair that was originally hanging down It also stood up on the top of the head.

"Your father certainly doesn't want to see you like that." Torres made a sign of the cross on his chest.

"My father," Alfred said, "Colonel Jones of the Intelligence Agency, his biggest regret is not that he has a son who dreams of becoming an actor, but that his favorite student is not his son. He was alive more than once He confided in me the idea of ​​scratching my name—his only biological son—from the family Bible and adopting Arthur Kirkland. What else could I do? Guess?”

"Have you changed your ideals?"

"No," Alfred was very proud, "HERO seduced the thick eyebrows, and HERO asked him to beg for forgiveness in front of my father, but the old man investigated and found that his only disciple was actually with me. When his unfilial son hooked up together, he suffered a sudden heart attack and was hospitalized..."

"Wait," Torres was startled, "Arthur Kirkland is your father's only disciple?" Elizabeth had just revealed that Ronnie was a master brother, and they had many brothers.

"Yes, otherwise he wouldn't be so angry."

"Then it's not you guys." Torres muttered to himself.

"Not us?" Alfred asked.

"...Not the final winner." Torres looked at Alfred with understanding and compassion, "Unless your father once secretly trained a group of disciples, there is no other use." But if that is the case, Jones and Kirkland It is always convenient to know the existence of these shadow killers.

Elizabeth was sprayed cold by the carbon dioxide foam in the fire extinguisher, and couldn't catch up with Torres who escaped by car. She cursed and sneezed back to Feliciano's shop.

I saw that Ronnie had already returned, and was going to do something separately for the members of the Vargas family.he glanced at eliza