Chapter 1737： Exhaustion means dying

Little Mourinho has seen the black people who are squatting at the door of their own restaurant. They don't have to look at their eyes. They can smell the smell of the **** gang.

At this time, his heart was actually a bit grateful, because in order to raise the grade of the restaurant, he chose to open the restaurant in the location of this technology company. Surrounded by the gold lords behind the sinful city, this special environment has made the **** gangs, even those that are not rules at all, become arrogant.

It is one thing to offend the peers, but it is one thing to offend the group. If the accident is caused, the property of these gold lords will be destroyed. Then there is no need for these gold masters to do it themselves. There are some gangs in New York who want to act as the knife and give them a fatal blow.

The **** gang is crazy, but not stupid. They know very well who is the real master behind the city, so they are always restrained, just like the vultures of the prey.

Time always creates the best offensive opportunities for patient hunters. The gangsters know very well that once the night falls, the people of these companies leave their territory, and they can once again become unscrupulous. This little Mourinho is also well-informed, so now he is thinking about a problem, that is, how to send his family out of this wolf's nest before this.

He thought about rushing out like this, using a gun battle to drag the surrounding companies down, so that his family could get away from the possibility of going offline. But let's not say that he still has such a big skill with his injured body. Will he be swept into a sieve as soon as he goes out. It’s just the security guards that those tech companies are equipped with. I’m afraid that he will be able to get rid of him in the first moment when he pulled the gun.

Don't underestimate the security of these companies. Unlike the security guards in big cities, the security guards here are all elites who have come down from the battlefield. Perfect military training combined with rich combat experience makes it more difficult for them to deal with such gangsters than to kill a chicken.

Little Mourinho can not have much confidence in playing in the face of such an elite, and the same tricks. Coupled with the strong opposition of his family, he can only give up such an idea.

And if you can't count it, then naturally you can only make a second calculation. Little Mourinho's brain is still a good idea, so he thought of a practice of getting away with it.

Because of the high-end Mexican restaurant, Zihuataneou used to need to bring in fresh ingredients twice a day. These are specially contacted acquaintances who came in from farms outside New York. The idea of ​​Little Mourinho is to sneak up his family while carrying the ingredients. Use this method to let them leave New York safely.

However, the reality proves that his idea is too much taken for granted. The gangster is not stupid. Since he can think of this trick, the gangsters can certainly think of it. Although they do not risk to offend executives who want to eat Mexican meals, they block the vehicles that go to the kitchen and conduct detailed checks on each car. It is not a problem at all.

Even if they have to smash the fuel tank, they can't let any big living person slip away from under their own eyes. It is precisely because of their demining search that the luck of Little Mourinho has completely disappeared.

What he can now count on is whether the regular customers who come to their restaurants in the past can send their kindness and leave with one of their sisters. But as long as it is related to the gang fight dispute, almost everyone wisely chose to refuse.

They are just small staff, but they don't have the ability to solve a problem for someone who is in the fire. Although Mourinho's sister is very beautiful, very sexy. But in the face of reality, no one wants to take life to do the capital of a beautiful smile.

It can be said that he has no hope now. And the only thing he can do at the moment is probably to extend his business hours as much as possible, and to use the complex background customers to delay the aggression that the gang is about to commit to them.

This is not a long-term solution, because a very real problem is that no one can eat all day. Although the business of their restaurant has always been very good, since the two noon and evening meals, the flow of people has been inevitably scarce.

At 9:30 in the evening, there are only three or two people left in the restaurant. At this time, although the gangsters still exercise restraint, they are obviously ready to close the net in view of their actions that have obviously become frivolous.

Many black people have begun to lie on the glass wall of the restaurant, and they have smirked at the people in the restaurant. This allowed the younger sisters of Mourinho to serve as waiters to tremble, and also allowed several diners present to speed up the meal.

Diners want to leave this place that is about to become a wolf's nest as soon as possible. For their choice, Mourinho can't stop it. He can only expect that there will be new diners at this time. But obviously, the growing number of blacks gathered at the door made his expectations more and more unrealistic.

He is still expecting, even saying that he has begun to pray in his heart. And when he began to pray, a voice suddenly came from behind the blacks.

"Do you have trouble getting it? You guys are blocking people and how to eat!"

No one thought of this time, and those who are bold and dare to take such risks. Little Mourinho did not expect that the blacks did not think of it. And just in their surprise, a guy wearing a sweater and a hooded coat has already pushed the crowds in front of him and strode into the restaurant.

His tall figure, although he did not reach the point where the giants usually need to look up, but it is enough to create a large visual gap for the small Mourinho, who is only one meter tall. He looked at his most petite sister in front of this man as a little puppet, and as a brother he certainly went up the first time.

“Is there anything I need to serve? Sir!”

While pulling his sister behind him, Little Mourinho also began to look up at this uninvited guest.

He seems to be not a group with the gang. Because of his skin color and face, he is more like an Asian mixed-race. He still knows that there is no existence other than Africans in the gang. So more or less, he is less wary of this tall Asian-American mixed-race.

"I am hungry, I need a little delicious to fill my stomach. Is there anything I can recommend?"

Like the diners who came here, this tall Asian-American mixed-race was sitting in a position casually and spoke out what Mourinho wanted to hear now.

He was tempted to have a diners at this time, so he almost took out the greatest enthusiasm and introduced it to the guest.

"We have the freshest Mexican tortillas and the good guacamole. If you are not in a hurry, then I suggest you try the fried beef that my mother has. Her craft in this area is the national treasure of Mexico. ""

Despite being in danger, Little Mourinho continued to make the highest level of praise for her mother's craft. This award is obviously attracting the interest of this diners.

"Well, since you said so. Then give me a burritos and add some chili sauce. In addition, give me two yakitori. Right, there is a glass of milk. I am growing up. I don't want to grow a little dwarf like you."

If someone is willing to say this to themselves when they are normal, Mourinho will definitely interrupt his leg. Don't doubt the temper of Mexicans, like the Mexicans who came out to mix gangs like this, and not many tempers are good.

But now, at this time, he still has to count on this guest to delay the time, so naturally, he endured this grievance, and looked at the tall figure of the guest, and said something to him.

"Okay, a cup of milk. I hope you can grow into a big man like O'Neill."

The chef is the mother of Little Mourinho, who is already familiar with cooking. Soon, the tortillas covered with fresh red pepper sauce were placed in front of the Asian mixed-race, and of course, a large glass of milk.

As the savior of the time delay, Mourinho gave him the biggest amount of food, full of two big pancakes, absolutely enough for such a guy to eat for a while. Not to mention that there are two thick burdocks behind this. He believes that as long as the guy has a good appetite, he can at least use him for more than an hour.

He played a good calculation, but unfortunately, at this time, many things are no longer transferred by his will.

At half past ten in the middle of the night, the entire street has become a door. Only a group of blacks were crowded at the door of Zihuataneou. The more they gather, the more the front door and the kitchen, have been blocked. At this time, Little Mourinho has not dared to let his family leave his eyes again.

He brought all his sisters, as well as his wife and mother, to the front of the restaurant. And himself, like the female wolf who has been guarding the cub, stares at all the enemies around him.

This kind of behavior does have a certain deterrent. At least, so far, no black man dares to go to find him. However, this situation is not entirely due to his deterrence. Another reason is that they got the orders of their own bosses.

At 10:45, a bald man in a black leather trench coat came in.

Unlike the situation that needed to be pushed before it could be squeezed in. When the man appeared, all the black people stuck here consciously gave him a way. This means that his status is extraordinary, and in fact, his position in the gang is indeed different.

Seligor Rasley. The boss of Hell's gang, a presence in the black gang.

This is a not tall guy, under the support of a bunch of muscular men, his body can be said to be thin. At first glance, he does not have any difference from the black people who use drugs. But I believe that if you take a closer look, anyone can easily distinguish him from the crowd.

There is no other reason why this is said. It is entirely because of his appearance.

Seyol's appearance is very ugly. When he first debuted, some people laughed at him as a chimpanzee. Of course, the people who said so at the beginning have been poured into the cement by him. And now, no one dares to take such a thing as a mocking of his chips.

He is a madman and many people know it. It is obviously not worthwhile to offend a madman for a quick moment.

Of course, ugliness is only one of his characteristics. And his other characteristic is his steel teeth.

This steel tooth does not mean that he wears a braces to correct the teeth, but refers to all his twenty-eighth teeth, which have been replaced with the metal material.

According to the news distributed by the gang, this is the result of a victory in the battle of Seyol. When New York was invaded by aliens, Seleol and one of the aliens had a direct conflict. In the end, he used his teeth to bite the alien's neck.

Of course, this kind of victory is not without paying a small price. The price he paid was that his mouth was infected and had to be replaced. In addition, his head had to be replaced by a steel plate because he was hit by a hole. By the way, he still has to lie in the hospital for a whole year.

Selial itself is a very strong guy, that is, after that time, he became the skinny look of today. However, this change did not make him lose his dominance. On the contrary, because of this special experience, he became more and more dominant in the black community.

The Hell gang may not be the biggest of the entire New York black forces, but it is definitely one of the most famous. Mentioned the mad dog Seyol, none of the blacks in New York did not know. Of course, Little Mourinho is also well aware of his existence.

He obviously became more nervous, and in contrast, Sélère was like an old god.

Under the support of the younger brothers around him, he sat directly in front of Little Mourinho, then picked up the cigar that the younger brother gave him, and yelled at the big steel tooth, and said to Little Mourinho. stand up.

"Your luck is good, Mourinho. I thought you were the same as your cousin who didn't have long eyes, and it was screened by my men!"

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