Sun God Marvel Chapter 1737: Exhaustion time-out timing

Morino Jr. has already seen the black people wandering in front of his restaurant. He does n’t have to look with his eyes and smell with his nose. He can smell the filthy smell that belongs to the Gang of Hell.

At this time, he was actually fortunate, because in order to raise the grade of the restaurant, he chose to open the restaurant in such a lot of technology companies. Surrounded by the gold masters behind the evil city, this special environment has made even the unruly Hell Skeleton Gang become a bogey.

It's one thing to offend your peers, but it's another thing to offend this group of gold masters. If it is said that because of an accident, the property of these gold owners has been destroyed. Then, without these gold masters, some of the entire New York big and small gangs want to act as the knife and give them a fatal blow.

Hell Skeleton Gang is crazy but not stupid. They know very well who is the real master behind this city, so they always exercise restraint, just like the vultures who are eyeing their prey.

Time always creates the best offensive opportunities for patient hunters. The Skeleton Gang knew that once the night came and the people of these companies left their territory, they could become unbridled again. And this little Mourinho is also aware of it, so now he is thinking about a problem, that is how to send his family out of this wolf den before this.

He thought about rushing out like this, dragging the surrounding companies into the water with a gun battle, thus giving his family a chance to escape. But let's not say whether he, with his wounded body, has such a great ability, will he be swept into a sieve as soon as he goes out. The security guards equipped by those technology companies alone may be able to kill him the first moment he pulled out his gun.

Do n’t underestimate the security of these companies. Unlike the security guards in the big cities, the security here is all elites from the battlefield. Perfect military training, combined with rich combat experience, makes it easier for them to deal with this kind of gangster than to kill a chicken.

Mourinho Jr. did n’t have much assurance that he could play a misfortune in front of such an elite, and he would do the same thing. Coupled with the strong opposition of his family, he can only give up such an idea.

If you do n’t make a plan, then naturally you can only make a second plan. Mourinho Jr.'s mind is still easy to use, so he thought of a way to get through.

Because it focuses on high-end Mexican restaurants, Zihuatanejo used to bring in fresh ingredients twice a day. These are specially contacted acquaintances who came in from the farm outside New York. Mourinho Jr.'s idea was to secretly carry his family while the ingredients were being transported in. In this way, let them leave New York safely.

However, reality has proved that his idea is too taken for granted. The Skeleton Gang is not stupid. Since he can think of this trick, of course the Skeleton Gang can also think of it. Although they said they would not risk offending those executives who wanted to eat Mexican meals, they blocked vehicles driving to the back kitchen and conducted detailed checks on each vehicle. It is not a problem at all.

It's impossible for them to poke even the fuel tank, and it's impossible for any big living person to slip away from under their eyelids. And it is precisely because of their mine-clearing search that Mourinho Jr.'s luck has completely disappeared.

What he can count on now is whether the regular customers who came to eat in his restaurant in the past can show kindness and leave one of his sisters. But as soon as he heard that this had something to do with the gang dispute, almost everyone wisely chose to refuse.

They are just clerks, but they do n’t have the ability to help someone who is on fire. Although Mourinho's sister is very beautiful and sexy. But in the face of reality, no one is willing to use their lives to be the capital of a beautiful smile.

It can be said that he has no hope now. The only thing he can do at present is to extend his business hours as much as possible, and use customers with complex backgrounds to delay the upcoming aggression by the Skeleton Gang.

After all, this is not a long-term solution, because a very real problem is that no one can eat all day. Although the business of their restaurant has always been very good, but after two meals at noon and evening, the flow of people has inevitably been sparse.

At 9:30 in the evening, there were only three or two people left in the restaurant. At this time, although the Skeleton Gang people still exercise restraint, from their apparently frivolous movements, they are obviously ready to close the net.

A lot of black people have begun to lie on the glass wall of the restaurant and grinned at the restaurant. This made Mourinho Jr.'s younger sisters tremble while serving as waiters, and also made several diners present invariably speed up the meal.

The diners want to leave this place that will soon become a den of wolves and tigers. As for their choice, Mourinho Jr. cannot be stopped. He can only hope that at this time, there will be new diners. But obviously, more and more black people gathered at the door, making his expectation more and more unrealistic.

He is still expecting, even saying that he has begun to pray in his heart. And when he began to pray, a voice suddenly came from behind the black people.

"Could you please give me a try? You are blocking people like this, how can people eat!"

No one thought that at this time, there were bold people who dared to take such risks. Mourinho Jr. did not expect, nor did the black people. And in their surprise, a guy in a hoodie and a hooded coat had already pushed away the crowd in front of him and strode into the restaurant.

He is tall, and although he does not reach the point where the giants generally need to look up, it is enough to cause a sufficient visual gap for the little Mourinho, who is only one and seven meters tall. He looked at his petite sister as pitiful as a little quail in front of this man. Of course, as an older brother, he walked up immediately.

"Is there anything I need to serve? Sir!"

As he pulled his sister behind, Mourinho Jr. also looked up at the uninvited guest with his head raised.

He does n’t seem to be with the Skeleton Gang. Because of his skin color and face, he is more like an Asian mixed-race. He still knows that there is no other than African descent in the Skeleton Gang. So more or less, he was less wary of this tall Asian mixed-race.

"I am hungry, I need something delicious to fill my stomach. Is there anything I can recommend?"

Like the diners who came here, this tall Asian mixed-race was sitting in a position at random, and said what Mourinho Jr. wanted to hear most now.

He was anxious to have diners come to the door at this time, so he almost showed his greatest enthusiasm and introduced him to the guest in front of him.

"We have the freshest tortillas and good guacamole. If you are not in a hurry, then I suggest you try my mother's fried beef. Her craftsmanship in this area is Mexican National Treasure. "

Despite being in danger, Mourinho Jr., as always, gave the highest degree of praise to his mother's craftsmanship. And this testimonial obviously attracted the diners' interest.

"Okay, since you say that. Then please give me a burrito and add more chili sauce. Also, give me two more fried beef. By the way, there is a glass of milk. I am growing When I'm physically, I don't want to grow like a little dwarf like you. "

If someone dared to say such things to himself, Mourinho Jr. would definitely break his leg. Don't doubt the Mexicans' irritability. Mexicans like them who come out to gang up with gangsters haven't had many good tempers.

But now at this time, he still expects this guest to delay time, so naturally, he endured this resentment, and looked at this guest ’s tall body and murmured to him. In this case.

"Okay, a glass of milk. I hope you can grow into a big man like O'Neill."

The chef is Mourinho Jr. ’s mother, and she is already familiar with cooking. Soon, the tortillas covered with bright red chili paste were placed in front of Asian mixed-race children, and of course, there was a large glass of milk.

As the savior of delaying time, Mourinho Jr. gave him the largest portion of food. A pancake with two faces is absolutely enough for such a guy to eat for a while. Not to mention that there are two thick pieces of sirloin behind him. He believes that as long as this guy has a good appetite, he can at least delay him for more than an hour.

He played a good abacus, but unfortunately, by this time, many things were no longer shifted by his will.

At 10:30 in the middle of the night, the entire street has become very sparse. Only the door of Zihuatanejo is still crowded with such a group of black people. The more they gathered, the more the front door and the back kitchen were blocked. By this time, Mourinho Jr. no longer dared to let his family leave his eyes.

He brought all his sisters, as well as his wife and mother, to the front of the restaurant. And himself, like the she-wolf who had been protecting the cubs, stared at all the enemies around him fiercely.

This kind of behavior does have a certain deterrent effect. At least so far, no black man dared to go up to find him in trouble. However, this situation is not entirely due to his deterrence, and another reason is that they have been ordered by their boss.

At ten forty-five, a bald man in a black leather trench coat came in.

Unlike the previous situation where it was necessary to push in to squeeze in, as soon as this man appeared, all the black people who were stuck here consciously made way for him. This means that his status is extraordinary, and in fact, his status in the Skeleton Gang is indeed different.

Serior Lasley. The boss of the Hell Skeleton Gang, a well-known presence among black gangs.

This is not a tall guy. Under the support of a bunch of muscular men, his figure can be said to be thin. At first glance, he looks no different from those black people who abuse drugs. But I believe that if you take a closer look, anyone can distinguish him from the crowd easily.

There is no other reason for this. It is entirely because of his physical characteristics.

Séior's appearance is very ugly. When he first debuted, some people laughed at him as a chimpanzee who had shed his hair. Of course, most of the people who said so were already poured into the cement by him. And now, no one dares to use this kind of thing as a bargaining chip for him.

He is a lunatic and many people know it. In order to offend a madman for a quick talk, this is obviously not worthwhile.

Of course, ugliness is only one of his characteristics. Another characteristic of him is the steel teeth of his mouth.

This steel tooth does not refer to what braces he wears to correct his teeth, but refers to all his teeth in lesson 28, which have already been replaced by the kind of metal material ~ IndoMTL.com ~ The news spread out was the result of Serel's victory in one battle. When New York was invaded by aliens, Serel and one of the aliens had a direct conflict, and in the end, he bit the alien's neck alive with his teeth.

Of course, this victory is not without paying a small price. The price he paid was that his teeth were infected and had to be replaced. In addition, because of a hole in his head, he had to replace the entire frontal bone with a steel plate. By the way, he has to lie in the hospital for a whole year.

Selior himself is a very sturdy guy, that is, after that time, he became the thinner look of today. However, this change did not make him lose his dominance. On the contrary, because of this special experience, he became more dominant in black groups.

The Hell Skeleton Gang may not be the largest of the black forces in New York, but it is definitely the most famous one. Speaking of the mad dog Serior, none of the black people in New York knows nothing. Of course, Mourinho Jr. knew his existence.

He obviously became more tense, and by comparison, Serel looked like an old god.

Under the support of the younger brothers, he sat directly in front of Mourinho, and then, while picking up the cigar ordered by the younger brother, he grinned his big steel teeth and faced Mourinho. Ou said.

"Your luck is good, Mourinho. I thought you were like your cousin who didn't have long eyes, and it was sifted by my men!"

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