Chapter 1874

Little Mourinho has already seen the black people hovering in front of his restaurant. He doesn’t need to look at it, he can smell it with his nose, and he can smell the kind of hell skeletons. The dirty smell of help.

At this time, he was actually a little grateful, because in order to raise the level of the restaurant, he chose to open the restaurant in a place where technology companies gather. Surrounded by the gold masters behind Sin City, this special environment makes even the Hell Skeleton Gang who doesn't follow the rules refrain from shooting at the rat for fear of breaking the vases.

It's one thing to offend colleagues, but it's another thing to offend this group of gold masters. If it is said that because of some accident, the property of these funders was destroyed. Then don't have to do it by themselves, some of the New York large and small gangs want to act as the knife and give them a fatal blow.

The Hell Skeleton Gang is crazy, but not stupid. They know very well who is the real master behind this city, so they always exercise restraint, wandering back and forth like a vulture eyeing its prey.

Time will always create the best offensive opportunities for patient hunters. The people in the Skeleton Gang know very well that once the night falls and the people of these companies leave their territory, they can once again become unscrupulous. And this little Mourinho is well aware of this, so now he is thinking about the same problem, that is, how to send the owner's family out of this wolf den before this.

He thought of just charging ahead and dragging the surrounding companies into the water with a gun battle, so as to win the possibility of escape for his family. But let's not say whether his body with injuries has such great ability, will he be swept into a sieve as soon as he goes out. The security guards provided by those technology companies may be able to kill him as soon as he pulls out the gun.

Don’t underestimate the security guards of these companies. Unlike the security guards in the big cities, the security guards here are all elites who have come down from the battlefield. Perfect military training coupled with rich combat experience makes it no more difficult for them to deal with such gangsters than to kill a chicken.

Little Mourinho is not so sure that he can play the trick of brought trouble to others, perish together in front of such an elite. Coupled with the strong opposition from his family, he can only put down such an idea.

If you can't achieve one plan, then naturally you can only have a second plan. Little Mourinho's mind is still good, so he thought of a trick to get through.

Because it focuses on high-end Mexico restaurants, Zihuatanejo used to bring in fresh ingredients twice a day. These all are brought in from a farm outside New York by acquaintances who are specifically contacted. And the little Mourinho's idea was to sneak up the owner's family while the ingredients were being shipped in. Use this method to let them leave New York safely.

However, the reality has proved that this idea of ​​his is too taken for granted. The Skull Gang is not stupid, since he can think of this move, the Skull Gang can also. Although they will not run the risk of offending executives who want to eat Mexican meals, they block the vehicles driving to the kitchen and conduct detailed checks on each vehicle. It is not a problem at all.

They have to poke even the fuel tank. They are impossible to let any big person slip away from own in front of one's eyes. And it is precisely because of their demining-style search that the little Mourinho's luck completely vanished.

What he can count on now is whether the regular customers who came to the oneself restaurant for dinner in the past will show kindness and leave with their own younger sister. But as long as they heard that this had something to do with gang disputes, almost everyone wisely chose to refuse.

They are just small clerks, but they don’t have the ability to help a fire-ridden person solve problems. Although the younger sister of Mourinho is very beautiful and very sexy. But in the face of reality, no one wants to use his life to be the capital for a smile.

It can be said that he has no hope now. The only thing he can do at present is probably to extend his own business hours as much as possible and use customers with complicated backgrounds to delay the Skeleton Gang’s upcoming aggression against them.

After all, this is not a long-term solution, because a very real problem is that it is impossible for someone to eat all day. Although the business of their restaurant has always been very good, since the two meals at noon and evening, the flow of people has inevitably been scarce.

At half past nine in the evening, there are only three or two people left in the restaurant. By this time, even though the Skull Gang members still maintained restraint, judging from their apparently frivolous actions, they were obviously already ready to close the net.

Many black people have begun to lie on the glass wall of the restaurant, grinning grinningly at the people in the restaurant with white teeth. This not only made the younger sisters who served as the waiter of little Mourinho tremble, but also accelerated the speed of the meal by the few diners present.

Diners want to leave this place as soon as possible. For their choice, Mourinho cannot stop. He can only hope that at this time, there will be new diners coming. But obviously, more and more blacks gathered at the door, making his expectation more and more unrealistic.

He is still expecting, even saying that he has already begun to pray in his heart. And just as he began to pray, a voice suddenly came from behind the black people.

"Can you give me a hand? You are blocking people like this, how do people eat!"

No one thought that at this time, also bold people dare to take such a risk . Little Mourinho did not expect, nor did the black people. And in their surprise, a guy in a sweater and a hoodie had already pushed away the crowd in front of him and strode into the restaurant.

His stature is tall, although not to the point where giants generally need to look up, but it is enough to create a large enough visual gap for the little Mourinho who is only 1.7 metres tall. He looked at the petite younger sister of oneself as pitiful as a little quail in front of this man. As the big brother, of course he immediately walked up.

"Is there anything I need to serve? Sir!"

While pulling the own younger sister behind him, little Mourinho started to look up This uninvited guest came.

It seems that he is not in the gang with the Skeleton Gang. Because judging from his skin color and face shape, he looks more like an Asian mixed race. He still knew that there was no other than Africa in the Skeleton Gang. So more or less, he was less wary of this tall Asian mixed-race child.

"I'm hungry, I need some delicious food to fill my stomach. Is there anything you can recommend?"

Like a diners who come here in particular , This tall Asian mixed-race child just sat in a position casually, and said what little Mourinho wanted to hear most now.

He was eager to have diners come to his door at this time, so he almost showed the greatest enthusiasm and introduced him to this guest.

"We have the freshest Mexico tortillas, and also good guacamole. If you are not in a hurry, then I suggest you try my mother’s famous fried beef. She is in this regard The craftsmanship is a national treasure of Mexico."

Despite being in a dangerous situation, Mourinho continues to praise the craftsmanship of oneself mother to the highest degree. And this commendation obviously attracted the interest of the diners.

"Well, since you said that. Then please give me a burrito with more chili sauce. Also, two more fried beef. By the way, also a glass of milk. I But when I am growing my body, I don’t want to grow up like a short man like you."

If it is normal for someone to say this to oneself, the little Mourinho will definitely interrupt him. Legs. Don't doubt the irritability of the Mexicans. There are not a few Mexicans who come out to be a gangster like them.

But at this time, he still expected the guest to delay the time, so naturally, he endured this grievance and looked at the tall figure of the guest, whispering against him. Said such words.

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

The chef is Mourinho’s mother, and she is cooking food. It is already a familiar road. Soon, the tortilla covered with bright red chili sauce was placed in front of the Asian mixed, of course, also full of a large glass of milk.

As a savior for delaying time, the little Mourinho served him the largest amount of food. There are two pancakes the size of a human face, which is definitely enough for such a guy to eat for a while. Time is up. Not to mention there are also two thick sirloin behind this. He believes that as long as this guy has a good appetite, he can at least delay him for more than an hour.

He made a good calculation, but unfortunately, by this time, many things are no longer subject to his will.

At ten thirty in the middle of the night, the whole street has become unstoppable. Only the door of Zihuatanejo was still crowded with such a group of blacks. They got together more and more, whether it was the front door or the back kitchen, they were all blocked. At this time, little Mourinho dared not let the own family leave own eyes.

He brought all the younger sister, also own wife and mother to the front of the restaurant. And he himself, like a she wolf who has been protecting her cub, staring fiercely at all the enemies around him.

This kind of behavior does have a certain deterrent effect. At least so far, no black person has dared to go up to him and make trouble. However, this situation is not entirely due to his deterrence, also one reason is that they got orders from their own boss.

At ten:45, a bald man in a black leather trench coat walked in.

It is different from the previous situation where you need to push and hustle to squeeze in. As soon as this man appeared, all the black people stuck here consciously gave him a way. This means that his status is extraordinary, but in fact, his status in the Skeleton Gang is indeed different.

Seyor Lasli. The boss of the Hell Skeleton Gang, a prestigious existence in the black gang.

This is a guy who is not tall. With the support of a bunch of muscular big men, his figure insists that he can be called thin. At first glance, he is no different from those black people who use drugs and promiscuous. But I believe that a closer look, anyone can easily distinguish him from the crowd.

There is no other reason for saying this. It's all because of his appearance.

Séyel's appearance is very ugly. When he first debuted, some people laughed at him as a chimpanzee with shed hair. Of course, most of the people who said this have already been poured into cement by him. And now, no one dares to use this kind of thing as a bargaining chip to laugh at him.

He is a lunatic, many people know. To offend a lunatic for a short while, this is obviously not worthwhile.

Of course, ugliness is only one of his characteristics. And another characteristic of him is the steel teeth of his mouth.

This steel tooth doesn't refer to the corrective braces he wears, but refers to all his twenty-eight class teeth, which have been replaced with that kind of metal material.

According to the news circulated by the Skeleton Gang, this is the result of Seyol's victory in a battle. When New York was invaded by aliens, Seror had a direct conflict with one of the aliens, and in the end, he used his own teeth to bite the alien’s neck alive.

Of course, this victory is not without paying a small price. The price he paid was that oneself's teeth were infected and had to be replaced. In addition, his head had to be replaced with a steel plate because of a hole in his head. By the way, he has to lie down in the hospital for a whole year.

Seyor himself is a very strong guy, that is, after that time, he became the skinny guy he looks like today. However, this change not at all makes him lose his dominance. On the contrary, because of this special experience, he became more and more dominant in the black community.

The Hell Skeleton Gang may not be the largest of the black forces in New York, but it is definitely the most famous. Speaking of the mad dog, Seryol, none of the black people in New York knows. Of course, the little Mourinho is also well aware of his existence.

He obviously became more nervous, and in comparison, Seriole looked like an old god.

Under the support of the surrounding brothers, he directly sat in front of the little Mourinho, and then while he picked up the cigar that the little brother had lit him, while grinning with big steel teeth, facing Little Mourinho spoke.

"Your luck is good, Mourinho. I thought you were like your cousin who didn't have eyes, you were sifted by my men!"