Chapter 1875

As soon as Seror spoke, Mourinho had an urge to push the pistol behind his waist into his mouth.

Be aware that although his cousin rejected his offer at first, his relationship with oneself cousin has always been very good. Since childhood, he has always been oneself's cousin's little follower. It was his cousin who protected him without a father, who was grown up on the chaotic streets of Mexico.

He respects and loves his cousin just like his own father. And now, the murderer who killed his cousin actually dared to boast shamelessly describe the death of oneself cousin in front of oneself, which naturally made him burn with anger.

If there is no owner's family present, he will desperately avenge his own cousin. However, it was because of his family as a constraint that he felt refrain from shooting at the rat for fear of breaking the vases, so he could only suppress the anger in oneself's heart, gritted his teeth and asked Serel.

"Serel, what do you want to say!"

"I am admiring your luck, and then I warn you that your luck will not always be so good. "

I didn't care about the threat from this stray dog. While exhaling smoke rings, Serio grinned at little Mourinho.

"Have you seen my men? As long as I just say something, I can immediately make you follow in the footsteps of your dead cousin. Of course, it may not only be you, but also your mother , Your younger sister, your wife. By the way, I heard that your wife is about to give birth. Now it seems that you probably have no chance to see this brat pop out of his mother's belly!"

If at first, the expression on Mourinho's face was fierce and hateful. Those now, with every word of Seror hitting his most vulnerable line of defense, his expression has begun to become weak and helpless.

Family is always his greatest weakness. Thinking of the mother who raised oneself with hard work, thinking of the three younger sisters who use oneself as a backer, thinking of oneself’s soul mate and the love they are about to be born into The crystallization. He can't be hardened at all.

He is not the kind of cold-blooded guy, he can't imagine the tragic situation in front of oneself. So this heavy panic and worry with no difficulty crushed his spine and made him begging for mercy at this time involuntarily.

"What do you want to do? Please, let them go. They are innocent, you can't break the rules here..."

"Rules ? When have you seen my mad dog Seror obey the rules?"

Serel used the nickname "own" without hesitation, and he can tell from his tone of voice. He snorts disdainfully for such a rule.

"Let’s not say who made this rule, why should I obey it. Just looking at the benefits before me, I don’t have to obey this rule. What's the use of observing the rule? Can my brothers earn a lot of money? Can I make my territory bigger? If I can get all of this by not following the rules, then why should I follow your shit rules."

Séyel’s words made little Mourinho unable to refute at all. He also knew that oneself, by words alone, would really hardly make this guy known as a mad dog show any mercy. He is obviously not the kind of sympathetic guy. But apart from this, what can he do?

Negotiations require bargaining chips. And now he doesn't have any existence that can act as a bargaining chip. So he can only beg, over and over again, like a stray dog.

This is what Seror wants to see. In fact, if it were not because he wanted to see the little Mourinho beg for mercy, he could have let his subordinates shoot him here.

He likes to watch his former opponents bow to oneself, especially when such opponents can bring him extra benefits. So at the moment, he was not playing any tricks, but said straight to the point to Mourinho.

"You can see, Mourinho, you care about your family. In that case, I can give you a chance."

"I will take over the site of Mexico Brotherhood. But, your original purchase channel, also I didn’t get all those buyers. Buyers can say, those sick guys, as long as I have the goods in my hand, I’m not afraid they won’t come to the door. Channels, this is a difficult problem to solve."

"The people under my hand can’t deal with the Mexican drug lords, and what I happen to know is that Mexico Brotherhood has always been You are in charge. Your brother's contacts in Mexico can help you get the best products, and now, I want you to help me get the same products."

"As long as you can help me get in touch Good people, establish channels. Then I don’t care about showing kindness to you so that your wife and child can live safely. You should want to see the birth of the own child, if you want, then I think you You should know how oneself should make a choice!"

Of course, the little Mourinho wants to see the birth of his own child. He wants to see this little life safely descend on this World in his dreams. . So when faced with this kind of problem, he had no room for a second choice at all, he could only accept the condition raised by Seyol.

"I can agree to your terms, as long as you are willing to let go of my family..."

"Very well. You are very smart and made the best A choice that satisfies me."

Nodded with satisfaction, Seyol beckoned to the men behind Oneself. Looking at this gesture from him, three tall black people immediately came out from behind him.

They unceremoniously walked to the little Mourinho's side, pulled the three younger sisters behind him, and walked in the direction of Serel.

This sudden change made little Mourinho a little unacceptable. He rushed to these three people despite the fact that oneself was still injured. Of course, it turned out that it was obvious that before the other people rushed over, they had already been stepped on by a black man.

Heavy pressure and pain from the wound not at all stopped him from owning and resisting. He struggled fiercely and yelled at Serel.

"What are you going to do, Seyol. You promised me, you promised that I will let my family go!"

"Have I promised you? "He walked straight to the little Mourinho with his cigar in his mouth, Seryol squatted down and patted his face, grinning his own mouth with big steel teeth, and said to him. "I think you should remember carefully. What I said is to let your wife and child live in peace. This does not include your three beautiful younger sisters. For me, your three younger sisters. But you can make a lot of money for me. I don’t have any reason to give up their money, do I?"

"Of course, if you really want to do this, I can give you one Choose. Let go of your younger sister, then you have to change it with your wife. Although it is a bit of a disadvantage to use three for one. But your wife looks good, and she is a pregnant woman, I want to be in my nightclub Here, she should be quite popular. ah ha ha ha ......"

Séyol’s words are not so much teasing, as they are in the heart of Mourinho. Cut the meat on. He can't put down his own younger sister, but he is even more impossible to put down his own wife and unborn child. For him, this is a matter of no choice at all. So all he can do is just like a beast-like trapped, struggling and roaring desperately under the feet of the big black man.

His performance made all the black people present haha ​​laugh, because in their eyes, the little Mourinho is like a real mad dog. And just when they were laughing and making noises. A sudden sound was inserted into their noise.

"It’s enough, it’s so unappetizing. It was a good food because of the existence of you guys, it makes me feel sick."

No doubt The person who can say such a thing at this time can only be the only customer in the restaurant. In the face of this brave man, all the black people present couldn't help but shut their mouths with the amazing words of the guy who dared to continue to eat here when everyone hurriedly fled out of the restaurant.

They have seen a bold one, they have never seen such a bold one. This time made them think that the person in front of them had some special support. However, after seeing his face with obvious Asian characteristics, they immediately put this little worry in oneself's heart behind them.

A very interesting thing is that black people in United States are all clamoring that oneself is the object of racial discrimination. When faced with those Latinos or Asians, their status will change, from being a discriminated person to a racist. There is no reason at all. They look down on these brown and yellow races, as if they were hesitant, as if they were the masters of this country.

This kind of magical idea is manifested at this time, that is, a large group of blacks immediately yelled at the Asian mixed race after being silent. But when they were screaming and happy, Seryol made a gesture of listening, and asked this Asian mixed-race.

"What did you say, sir. Can you repeat what you just said?"

"I said, your behavior makes me sick and disgusting."

He didn't care about such threatening and intimidating words at all. This Asian mixed-race child has always maintained a high degree of unity in oneself's words and deeds. He even said that in order to make the description of own more convincing, he used words to make a vivid comparison of the feelings of oneself.

"It’s like when you are eating steak and someone is going to the bathroom next to you. I really can’t describe how bad my mood is now. If I can, I I really want each of you to try this feeling!"

If he is telling jokes or cracking a joke, then his this remark may be able to play a role. Although it may not make people laugh, it will definitely make people feel sick. But he was not telling a joke, he was taunting everyone here, especially Seryol. This of course made him angry.

But he didn't scold or even refute. What he did did not match his nickname at all, because at this time he actually politely apologized to the Asian mixed race.

"I’m really sorry, sir. I really didn’t expect our work to cause you such trouble. Please rest assured, we will pay attention. I can assure you that this kind of thing is It won’t happen..."

"Because you won’t have the opportunity to experience this feeling again."

When he said this , There was already a confidant who belonged to him walked directly behind the Asian mulatto, and pulled out the pistol and pulled the trigger at the back of his head.

The gunman has done such things frequently, or, in this regard, he is the executor of Seror’s will. As a person called a mad dog, it is not that he can be called a mad dog when he yells and pulls out his gun. In the world of gangsters, such people are called normal. One of the main reasons why he is called a mad dog is that he may still be whispering to you in the first second, but in the next second he will have people beat you into a sieve.

The high degree of inconsistency in words and deeds, as unpredictable as a mental patient, coupled with his past fame, is the main reason why he is called a mad dog.

This is not the first time he has done this kind of thing. The original Italian gangster Boss, the guy who didn't have to look at him, fell on the table of their family in the same way. No one thought that he would beg for mercy like a dog in the end would win the final victory in this way. Even he himself did not expect it. But after that, he had fallen in love with the sight of blood splattering, and his brain flowing like boiled milk onto the plate.

Now he can be said to be eager to see the same situation. However, something unexpected happened to him at this time.

The gunfire rang out and the bullets were fired. From his perspective, he can even see bright sparks blooming in front of the back of that guy's head. This is a very normal scene. However, what is abnormal is that one hand is blocked between the back of the head and the pistol, and something is clamped in a posture that seems to be a cigarette.

The distance is only 50-60 meters, of course he can see clearly what is the bottom of the hand? A bullet, a deflated bullet like popcorn. And this bullet was now pinched in the hand by the Asian mulatto who was supposed to have fallen on the table. This situation made him immediately understand what happened to oneself!

Damn, these Superhumans actually play the pig to eat the tiger! He cursed in his heart without any hesitation on his mouth. In just an instant, he was already screaming frantically at his subordinates.

"Shoot, shoot. Kill him, kill him. Don't let him go out alive!"