London is still shrouded in a thick fog, except for the silver crosses on the church towers.
A group of ascetic monks of the Holy See, draped in burlap robes, carrying oil lamps and incense burners, walked slowly down the street, whispering the chapters of the Bible that exhorted people to do good, and the fluctuations of the holy power entangled around them, dispelling the dense fog within a radius of ten meters around them.
A group of a dozen luxury motorhomes rushed out of the fog like ghost riders in the dark, rudely crushing over a pool of stagnant water, splashing the monks all over.
The convoy stopped on the side of the road, and a strong and murderous man poured out of the car.
They shoved the monks roughly, forcing them into a corner by the side of the road.
The monks were furious and wanted to reason with the big men, but dozens of powerful mental fluctuations pouring out of the RV made them wisely shut their mouths.
Twenty or so Adepts dressed in silver trench coats with a badge of spades in a playing card tattooed with black thread on their left chest stepped out of the car, and they respectfully lined up by the door of an RV, bowing in unison.
The car door slowly opened, and a middle-aged man with short, weak hair, but brilliant blonde hair, walked down with a black vine cane.
He glanced at the messy ground around him, frowned and waved his cane: "Donate a million to London Guildhall tomorrow so that they can renovate the ground around here."
Such a dirty road, full of holes, it is too inconvenient for citizens to travel, remember that when donating, at least 20 reporters must be present" A bald man nodded respectfully in response: "Yes, boss, your kindness will soon spread throughout Europe, and your generosity is comparable to that of the saints of the Holy See."
"Hmm" The man nodded in satisfaction, he glanced at the ascetic monk who was forced into the corner by his subordinates, and snorted dissatisfiedly.
The cane gently tapped the bald man's shoulder, and he whispered: "How many times have I told you to be low-key, you must be low-key, how can you treat a group of devout believers like this?"
With unhurried steps, the blonde man walked up to the ascetic monk who led the group, smiled brightly at him, and bowed to him very seriously.
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Monk, I apologize for the barbarism and rudeness of my subordinates, and when I go back, I will teach them a hard lesson" Straightening up, he fumbled in his pocket, pulled out a checkbook, and signed a cash check for two million in a few clicks.
Not allowing the other party to refuse, he forcibly stuffed the check to the ascetic monk who led the group, and affectionately put his arms around the shoulders of the slightly balding monk leader, and pulled his body to reveal a bright smile.
The flash flashed and captured the scene just right—the stern monk, the smiling blonde man, and the purple-gold cash check characteristic of the Commonwealth Bank.
As soon as the photo was taken, the blonde man threw away the stunned ascetic monk and wiped his palms vigorously on his pants in front of others.
He calmly ordered: "Send this picture to The Times tomorrow, and try to get a second masthead, and say that the pious boss Blackjack is donating money to the orphans of the Holy See orphanage on the street." ” The delicate woman holding the camera smiled and flew at Black Jack, and twisted her slender waist charmingly: "Understand, boss, your kindness is enough to move the Heavenly Father to bless you" Blackjack pretended to make a cross on his chest, and then pulled out a red silk rope from the collar and kissed the jade bodhisattva hanging from it.
Blinking his eyes, Black Jack was stunned, hurriedly stuffed the Jade Bodhisattva into his arms, and took out a silver silk rope, on which hung a jade carved Taiji diagram.
With a cold snort of dissatisfaction, Black Jack drew a cross on his chest again, and after stuffing the Taiji diagram back into his arms, he took out a thin white silk thread and kissed the sterling silver cross hanging on the silk thread with great reverence.
A dozen or so Adepts looked up at the sky, as if to study why there were no thunderclouds in the sky and a bolt of lightning sent down to kill their boss.
"Lord Almighty, have mercy on our poor flock," Blackjack shook his head sadly, and tucked the cross back into his bosom.
With a fierce wave of his hand, Black Jack rushed into an alley on the side of the road with more than two dozen supernatural people and nearly a hundred big men, and ran wildly for hundreds of meters like a pack of wild dogs, coming to the door of a dilapidated old apartment.
The old man guarding the gatehouse watched the menacing group of people rushing over, and he was about to press the alarm button, when Blackjack was already screaming and rushed over, and a rattan cane was slammed into the old man's face.
The old man let out a miserable cry, and he fell to the ground holding his cheek, which had been torn open with a deep bloody wound, and his body twitched violently.
Blackjack kicked the old man a few times and scolded angrily, "Damn old thing, I hate you guys who cause me trouble, can't you be a little more behaved?"
He took out a stack of bills and threw it on the old man, and Blackjack turned and rushed towards the doorway.
But just a few meters after rushing out, he ran back and picked up half of the money that had been thrown around the old man.
He muttered and complained: "This small injury can be solved for a few hundred yuan at most, although I am very rich, but I can't waste it indiscriminately."
Leave you 2,000 and don't leave you 1,000, it's enough for you to heal your wounds, and by the way, buy some delicious nutrients to replenish your body."
Meticulously counted the banknotes he picked up, and Black Jack put his fingers into his mouth and dipped his saliva in uneasy, and counted them carefully twice again, and then he was satisfied with the banknotes back into his pocket.
With a wave of his cane, Blackjack shouted, "Brothers, give it to me" A group of people rushed into the apartment building, went up to the 228th floor through the elevator, and finally came to the door of an apartment.
Black Jack scolded with a gloomy face, and a strange person who was more than two meters tall and had muscles all over his body snorted, pressed his hands on the security door of the apartment, and directly ripped the three-inch thick pure steel security door off the wall.
With a bang, a small piece of the wall near the door frame collapsed, and there was a puff of dust, and Blackjack rushed in with the men.
In the one-room apartment with a length and width of no more than five meters, on two mattresses stacked together, a handsome brown-haired man with oily hair and a pretty green-haired woman are entangled naked, and they are in high spirits to carry out the most primitive reproduction activities of human beings.
The security door was violently removed, the body of the man and the woman was violently separated, and the brown-haired man reached for the automatic rifle placed next to the mattress, but a big foot had already preempted him and stepped on the automatic rifle fiercely.
With a click, the automatic rifle sank deep into the floor, and the brown-haired man raised his head in despair and screamed: "Oh my God, boss no, no" Black Jack rushed up with a gloomy face, and he swung his vine cane and slammed it at the brown-haired man's lower body.
The piercing sound of breaking the air passed, and the brown-haired man wailed bitterly, and his hands held his lower body spasmodically and convulsed.
The green-haired woman screamed hoarsely, her body swaying in horror to find a place to hide.
But where was there a place for her to hide in the apartment provided by the federal axe at a low price, she spun around the mattress a few times, fell to her knees, and hugged Black Jack's thighs hard.
"Oh my God, my dearest boss, have you finally come to my rescue" A smile forced a smile on the green-haired woman's pretty face, and she rubbed her face against Black Jack's thighs flatteringly.
"Rescue you Oh, no, dear Jennifer, although I still remember your wonderful body, but I came this time to rescue my money" Black Jack stroked Jennifer's face and smiled at her with a smile: "Where's my money, you damn bitch, my money I'll put you in charge of the 750 million cash" Jennifer's body trembled violently, and she looked at Black Jack in horror.
Blackjack swung his cane and slammed it on Jennifer's body.
The crisp sound was endless, and Jennifer's body was soon covered with piercing blood marks.
It didn't take long for the blood marks on her body to crack open, and blackened blood flowed out.
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Jennifer screamed in pain, and she rolled wildly on the ground, but the small room was so full of people that no matter where she rolled, she couldn't escape Black Jack's blows.
Blackjack roared hoarsely, and he roared, "My money, Jennifer, my money, my money, my money."
"You can cheat on my feelings, you can play with me, but you can't steal my money, my money, my money, my money" Black Jack stomped his foot angrily, frantically slapping Jennifer who was screaming, he roared loudly: "You can destroy my soul, you can destroy mine, you can destroy my faith, you can destroy my honor, it's okay, I don't value these but you can't touch my money, you know it's my money" With a snap, the tough vine cane snapped in two, and Black Jack screamed and kicked Jennifer in the chest, sending her flying and falling onto the mattress.
With a heavy gasp, Blackjack, whose right arm was soft and sore, turned weakly to the brown-haired man who was twitching on the mattress with his hands in his hands.
He sneered and tilted his head, and the Adept, who was as strong as a bear and carried an anti-theft door in his hand, strode up and lifted him up with the brown-haired man's hair.
Jealously swept over the brown-haired man's toned body, especially his angular eight-pack abs, Black Jack's instinctively stroked his soft and sagging lower abdomen, and spat angrily at the man's face: "Damn it, you can seduce my woman, I don't care; You can seduce them as much as you want, I don't care; But you shouldn't have seduce Jennifer to steal my money, and if you just seduce her and elope with her, I'll even give you a few boxes of condoms, but you shouldn't have taken my money."
Blackjack held out his right hand, and one of his subordinates immediately handed him a large cigar he was lit.
Blackjack grinned and took a few puffs of his cigar, trying to make the end of the cigar red and shiny, and then pressed the end of the cigarette hard against the brown-haired man's lower body.
To be continued: