"Olivia, you can't be cowardly! A soldier is timid, and you will be cowardly. You are no longer the original B-level civilian staff member, with tens of millions of dollars in your hands every day, and your identity is an important leader of a mysterious organization."

Luo Yin looked at Olivia with a heartless regret. Why is he just not tough?

Susie, who was carrying a sword box, had a strong aura, but she had the momentum of killing people. She didn't seem to be negotiating with others, but she seemed to want to take advantage of the negotiation opportunity to kill people.

After the auction, Luo Yin successfully caught the most important fish, the genuine old cowboy Henkel. It was not the fat man who stopped pretending to be a revolver.

Two years ago, when they were still making money from regional gang business, the Henkel family was the big brother of the Samaritans. They had to pay money according to the size of the territory every quarter, and the alchemy items produced and sold were also supplied to a batch.

The old man Gao thought this new gang was not that simple, but because they paid the money very quickly, they never had any major problems on the territory, so they never took care of it.

Later, some mixed-race traitors were stuffed in, but none of them could get into the management. The other party had his own mixed-race talent base.

Until last year, Henkel found that things were not right. Although the gang's territory was not large, the spread process was surprisingly stable, and its strength was a bit bottomless.

Until a few months ago, his spies at Cassel Academy reported the Super Intelligent Samaritan invasion of the Academy. The old man Gao finally realized that something was wrong. He raised a monster in his backyard.

As a result, all the money the Samaritans continued to pay on time and at the same time, which made the family's intelligence personnel feel uneasy. Until today, the other party took advantage of the auction house and readily agreed to have a direct conversation with Henkel.

Henkel and the outstanding descendants of various families were waiting for people to come in the bar where the restaurant was cleared. Two years ago, the other party only dared to pretend to be a fool through video conversations. It seemed that he felt that he was different from the past now.

At this time, outside the bar, Luo Yin was still cheering Olivia.

"Momentum, momentum! You are going to negotiate, not plead guilty and bow your head."

The chief manager bared his teeth viciously, looking at the little cat who was frightened and furious. There was no help.

Luo Yin put dark sunglasses with oval lenses on her, "Speak less later, speak slowly, don't get emotional, read it directly according to the manuscript."

Olivia, wearing black suits and trousers, walked in front, Susie and Luo Yin put on masks, one on the left and one on the right, and the guards next to her were already full, it depends on your performance.

“the   tequini.”

Olivia pushed the door open and ordered a cocktail for herself.

Use agave as the base, add absinthe and a small amount of lemon juice to make it. The mouth is extremely spicy, wrapping the bitterness of the tongue, and finally finishing with a little mellowness.

"Samaria, is it such a young girl?"

"I'm just his subordinate. He is not very convenient for him to show up."

Henkel drank the whiskey in his hand in one go, and the small wine glass made a crisp collision sound on the table.

"A lot of the things you throw out at the auction have never been discussed with us. It can be understood that you are not very satisfied with me as a business partner?"

"Those businesses that are just small toys and cannot be traded. What we want to talk to Mr. Henkel is a real big business."

Olivia held on. Her momentum could not collapse.

"Speak and listen."

"Hunter.com. Hunter.com now has more mixed races gathered than the Secret Party, and the annual transaction volume is as high as billions.

Such a good business has made them do it in the gutter, and they can stuff all the dirty things into it, and they will be frightened to do a small business on it.

The Secret Party is so noble and doesn't want to interfere in these things. But we are interested, and we can make a better place than Hunter.com."

Henkel patiently listened to Olivia slowly telling her business plan, holding her chin without saying a word, as if she was thinking about a cooperation plan.

"Be a better one, just you guys?"

Bang!

With two crisp sounds, Olivia didn't see the old man's movements clearly. The two alchemy revolvers were already heavily patted on the marble table, spinning in circles.

"We are not qualified. But with the Henkel family, we are qualified. We provide technology and your reputation, within a year, the Hunter Network will disappear into history."

"Young people, who gives you the confidence that is qualified to be our partners?"

The old cowboy pressed the huge revolver with both hands at the same time, at dawn in Texas. He was not tall and leaned forward slightly, but gave the fierceness of a tiger or a wolf.

Behind him were the gentle young elite white-collar workers, with golden eyes igniting and dragon blood flowing. As the heirs of the mixed-race family, the people in this room had their bloodline at least on the side of A-level.

"A organization that has just been around for two or three years has made some money by making small fuss, and I feel that I can stir up storms on the stage of a mixed-race world?

Young people, go back and read more books, learn about the world, and come and talk to me about business in more than ten years."

"The Henkel family, who gave up the dragon-slaying career many years ago and indulged in creating a business empire, seems not suitable to educate us as predecessors on this point.

What do you mean, am I saying?"

Olivia retelled Luo Yin's meaning. She felt that after saying this, the atmosphere in the bar had dropped to freezing point.

The little old man had a wooden face, no answer, no expression. He was about to die...

The waiter placed a cocktail with a yellow lemon in front of Olivia. She raised the wine glass according to Luo Yin's instructions. What is this to do? Are you toasting?

Let me say something about Cheers. Boss Henkel was just joking, and it seemed that there was still a way out.

Word Spirit·Holy Punishment.

When Henkel opened his territory, Olivia felt that her heart was about to explode.

Death! Death! Death! Death!

In the dark, her heart and head were locked, and nothing could stop her vitals from being hit by a bullet.

Luo Yin squatted down with his head in his arms, while Susie completely liberated the suppressed bloodline.

Susie, save me! Olivia let out a sincere cry.

At this moment, a brass bullet with exquisitely carved carved out of Henkel's hands at the same time.

The Holy Judgment is an extremely powerful word spirit, and its effect is very close to the golden meteor striking that Odin released when he did not throw Kungunier.

The bullets that bless the Holy Lord will definitely hit, ignoring most areas such as time zero will also increase damage significantly.

But the Holy Prison is of course crackable, otherwise Henkel would be used to pair with the sage's stone bullets and killing the Dragon King randomly is not a dream.

Jian Yu burst out with a bang. With the blessing of S-level bloodline, Susie's spiritual power was more than ten times that of the beginning.

More than twenty iron table knives were magnetized and flew out from each table at the same time, forming a crisscrossing net of slashes.

In the first round of slashing, the six bullets fired by Hangkor were split into 24 fragments. Before it exploded, the second round of slashing swept over again, causing consecutive explosions in the air.

After the third round of slashes, the six bullets had turned into explosive dust. Under the influence of the power of the Spirit, they continued to fly towards Olivia and landed on her forehead and heart, like a thin mist.

The broken table knife was controlled by Susie, and it was swirling and floating around the necks of the onlookers, and sometimes a small hole would be cut out by accident.

Some of them are more knowledgeable and recognize that this is Yan Ling Jian Yu. But fuck, how could this Yan Ling be so fast!

Han Gao held two revolvers, with six bullets left. Four pure black swords floated out of the iron box behind Susie, ready to go.

The golden meteor fired by Kungunier is difficult to deal with because it is not a physical body. And just kill it before hitting it.

Bang!

Olivia drank the bitter and spicy cocktail in one go, without any taste in her mouth. She smashed the cup heavily on the table, and the mouth of the cup was cracked.

She didn't say a word (scared), but everyone present understood her momentum:

I don’t need to do it myself, I am so strong as one of my subordinates! Are we qualified enough?

Henkel's muscles were tense. If the Holy Prison was increased to the extreme, he might be able to break through the defense and kill Olivia.

But if the other party gets nervous, the rest of the people in the room will die from Jian Yu, and he will not be able to explain it later.

In the bar, there are now literally tensions and smoke everywhere.

At this moment, the man appeared.

He wore a KFC family bucket bag, held a glass of tequila in his hand, and hit the door with a slam.

"Damn it, let me dig a hole first."

Han Gao looked like I didn't want to live anymore. He looked at this Han Pi digging his eyes and seeing the situation in the bar clearly.

"Ah, you haven't finished talking yet, so I'll go back first."

Grass, what did I see! Finger, why did you appear here? Which faction do you belong to...

Henkel felt that he would sooner or later become angry with this guy to get a heart attack.

"sit down!"

"Oh." Uncle KFC sat down obediently.

"Although I don't understand why everyone is having an unhappy relationship, harmony brings wealth."

Finger pressed Henkel's hot muzzle to prevent the elderly from moving.

"I started counting, three times, let's put down your weapons together. 3, 2, 1, let's go!"

No one birded him at all.

"Mr. Henkel, can we start talking now?"

Olivia held her trembling hands tightly and asked in a deep voice.

"Tell me what your plan is."
Chapter completed!