The middle-aged man looked at me in fear, calling for backup, is this guy crazy?
"Do you need me to teach you?"
This idiot!
The middle-aged man picked up the phone, "BOSS, someone killed our people, right in the brothel!"
Martin was drinking at a nightclub in the central district, today he invited the border patrol officers, and upon hearing his subordinate's report, the cruel man in sunglasses maintained a smile as he walked out of the private room.
"Really? How many guys?"
"One person!"
"Haha!" Martin grabbed the collar of the little brother beside him, "One person? You bunch of useless people."
Martin Gustavo hung up the phone, and coldly looked at his subordinates around him, "Bring people to block Zone 7, by the time the sun rises tomorrow morning, I want to see that guy hanging from the streetlight."
"Yes, BOSS!"
The busy tone came from the phone, and the middle-aged man put down the phone, "I've informed the boss."
"Thank you."
