The Road to Slaying God

At this time, the old man had already run to the banknotes covered by Zhang Yang. He opened them and took them with both hands. When his chest was full, he covered it with a sheet. After putting it in the drawer, he lay on the bed contentedly. Liu Biao was so anxious that he surrounded the old man. They were wandering around, but looking at the old man's skinny figure, it was really hard to do anything, so he could only watch the old man put the money into the drawer.

"What are you doing? You look red in the face, why are you so excited? You are billionaires now. Please, don't just take a few dollars and look like your parents are dead. You should have the bearing of a billionaire. Do you understand? The magnanimity..."

"A few dollars..." Liu Biao felt tightness in his chest and a feeling of vomiting blood. What was at least hundreds of thousands of dollars just now turned into a few dollars in the old man's mouth.

This time, Liu Biao finally met his opponent. Compared with the iron rooster like the old man, Liu Biao was too young. He was far from his opponent. He could only sit on the chair and sulk, secretly being cruel, but there was nothing he could do about the old man. .

Soon, everything was done as the old man said, and the barber came to the door. In less than three hours, the old man had turned into a rich man full of power, and his movements made people dare not look away. Liu Biao was dumbfounded. This change was too great. He was still a bad old man at first. Now, after putting on a brand-name suit, shiny leather shoes, and that damn fat man's gold watch, he was completely different. Became two people... "How is it?"

The old man pulled his tie very elegantly, picked up a cigar, took out a high-end lighter and smiled.

I have to say that the old man's acting skills are top-notch. Now, the old man looks more like a boss, and Liu Biao and Zhang Yang are his bodyguards. The old man's thin body, coupled with the gorgeous clothes and some props, actually reveals a... Intimidating power.

"What a good old man!" Liu Biao gave a thumbs up. He really admired him.

"Is this money worth spending?" The old man smiled faintly, took out a U.S. dollar bill and lit it with a lighter. Then, he lit the cigar with the burning bill, looking calm and calm.

"It's worth it, it's just...just...we don't have to waste it like this if we have money..." Liu Biao looked at the burning one hundred dollars, and his heart hurt. This was his living expenses for a month when he was in school.

"Hahaha, money is more important than life when you don't have it. If it reaches a certain amount, then it is just a piece of waste paper, a piece of waste paper for lighting cigarettes. Do you understand? It is not even comparable to toilet paper. Waste paper!" The old man's tone was full of wisdom.

…

Zhang Yang and Liu Biao couldn't help but ponder for a while. Children as young as three years old know this theory, but how many people in this world can really regard money as dirt?

Apparently, very few!

"Don't think about it. In fact, what is the purpose of making money? Isn't it just to have fun? Some people make money for fame, some people make money for living, and some people make money to have nothing to do. No matter that A purpose of making money, its purpose is to maximize the use of banknotes, and the only value of banknotes is use. Therefore, when we have money, we should not think about Grandet’s trick, spend it, spend it ruthlessly ! Wait a minute, I will take you on a shopping spree so that you can enjoy what God is doing!"

"Are you going to go on a shopping spree?" Liu Biao blinked and looked at the mountains of clothes and shoes in the room.

"I don't need it anymore, it's you. Look at yourselves, do you look like a billionaire?" The old man pinched Liu Biao's clothes and said with a distressed look.

"..." Liu Biao was speechless. Standing with the old man, he felt ashamed.

"Dong...dongdongdong...dongdong!"

While a few people were making trouble, the door rang, and the knocking sound was very regular. When he heard the knocking, the old man who was a little carried away suddenly became nervous, like a boy in love for the first time.

"How am I doing now? How am I doing now?" the old man grabbed Liu Biao's shoulders and asked urgently.

"Not bad, very good..."

"Zhang Yang, what do you think?" The old man ran up to Zhang Yang again. He seemed a little suspicious of Liu Biao.

"Very good. I just lost a little weight, but I'm in good spirits." Zhang Yang nodded. Indeed, although the old man had just recovered from his serious illness, he wore a brand new suit after taking a shower, and his messy hair was also cleaned up. It is very smooth and gives people a very refreshing feeling. Of course, there is still a hint of fatigue in the eyes. After all, they have been locked up for more than a month.

"Ah That's good!"

The old man stood up straight with a serious face, adjusted his tie gently, walked slowly to the door, and opened the door in a very graceful manner. The old woman was wearing a straight set of women's tight-fitting professional clothes, black , looks very formal, heroic, eye-catching, the old man's beige suit, and the old woman's black professional, they are like a match made in heaven... The atmosphere is not relaxed, it is very solemn, the old woman's With her hair neatly combed, she stood at the door, looking at the old man with eyes full of tenderness.

The two of them just stared quietly, as if time had frozen.

Finally, the old woman moved first.

"I know you won't abandon me!" The old woman stretched out her hand and gently touched the old man's skinny face. Her long, already withered fingers slowly touched the face like orange peel. Rubbing slowly.

"Please!" The old man smiled slightly, took one of the woman's hands, and made an extremely noble gesture with the other hand, like a polite nobleman asking someone to dance.

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Looking at this scene, Zhang Yang and Liu Biao were inexplicably shocked. If we talk about love, whose love can match the loyalty between an old woman and an old man?

have! But, rarely.

No wonder the old man has to tidy up his extremely weak body as soon as possible. He doesn’t want the old woman to see him suffering, and he doesn’t want the old woman to worry about him. In this, it’s not a great love... "Old man, Please don't be so disgusting, please, we are still children..." Liu Biao wiped his slightly red eyes. He had strong opinions on the old couple who were still staring at each other affectionately after entering the room, which made him feel very depressed. He I miss his sister Xiaoqing very much.

"Ahem...yes...yes...you are still children, underage children...let's go, let's take a day off today and let go of everything. There is still something to see in the capital of Somalia. In addition, I have to give You guys pack it up..."

"Well, this money?" Zhang Yang was now a little annoyed with the pile of cash.

"Haha, don't worry, I will find a way to solve it. We can't live with so much money every day!" the old man laughed.

Zhang Yang breathed a long sigh of relief. Now that this big trouble was solved, he felt relaxed all over. He believed in the old man. The old man was an excellent killer after all. Although he was only an excellent third-rate killer, as a killer, he must There will be some channels, and it should not be a big problem to handle the cash.

"By the way, you are now rich, what are your plans?" the old man asked.

"Old man, I want you to help me." When it came to business, Zhang Yang's expression became serious.

"Yeah." The old man seemed to be affected by Zhang Yang's emotions and sat upright and said.

"We are going to establish a killer organization, a killer organization that can be compared with the mythical era. Moreover, I want to establish a killer training base in Somalia. The place has been identified. The person I told you at the beginning has already pledged allegiance to us. So, what we need most now is your help, because you know how to train a killer, you also know how to find tasks, and most importantly, you have many channels, such as money laundering, arms smuggling, etc..."

"Killer organization!" The old man's eyes lit up, and he looked at the old woman. This is their dream. It has always been their dream to enter this killer organization in the Mythical Age. If they can establish a killer organization comparable to the Mythical Age, The killer organization, that would be a huge achievement that he would be proud of throughout his life.

"Yes, the killer organization!" Zhang Yang nodded.

"However, although this is a huge amount of wealth, it is more than enough to establish a third-rate killer organization. However, if you rely on this small amount of funds to establish an organization that can compete with the mythical era, it is impossible. Do you know? ? To hire a famous assassin from the Mythical Age to perform a mission would cost at least tens of millions. The money you have here is only enough to hire him a few times..." The old man's originally bright eyes dimmed and he smiled bitterly.

"Haha, money is not a problem, the Gulf of Aden has inexhaustible wealth!" Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"How do you say this?" The old man's eyes lit up again.

"What is Somalia most famous for?" Zhang Yang pretended.

"...Pirates..." The old man suddenly stood up and said with excitement: "You mean, we control the pirates in the entire Somalia?"

"Control is out of the question. The pirate factions in Somalia are too chaotic. At least, we must have the right to speak!" Zhang Yang's tone was full of unparalleled confidence.

(To be continued)