Bentner has no tendency to racial discrimination, but he really hates these immigrants because if it weren't for these guys, how could he become such a bad gambling man, plus an alcoholic man?

Bentner was born into a middle-class family in Stockholm, the capital of Sweden. His father was an offshore oil worker at Shell and his mother was an elementary school teacher.

However, his father died in a shipwreck and he grew up with his mother, so he had a deep relationship with his mother.

However, as I got older, my mother's body began to get overwhelmed and gradually developed many strange diseases.

The most serious one is renal failure, which is accompanied by high blood pressure and diabetes.

Because I couldn't find a suitable kidney source, my mother could only go to the hospital for dialysis every week. These were medical subsidies from the state and couldn't cost much, but the damn thing was the later medicines.

Because his mother also has diabetes and hypertension, the late-stage medicines she takes are very expensive, and these medicines are not drugs within the medical insurance coverage.

I can only pay by my mother's pension and his salary.

When Bentner was studying at Royal Polytechnic University, he had excellent grades and often received scholarships, but he still applied for a loan. In this way, before he left the society, he had already owed the bank a lot of accounts.

What's more damn is that when he was in college, two classmates in the dormitory, one was a Serb and the other was an Iraqi, both of whom were descendants of war refugees.

After the influx of these two races into Sweden, most of them could not find any suitable jobs because of their education level and language. Therefore, most of the people in these two races were engaged in some of the lowest-end manual labor.

It’s okay to be honest, but damn it, many of them are actually not honest. Now the two most powerful gangs in Sweden are all from the people of these two ethnic groups.

So, being roommates with two guys like this, do you think Ben Turner can learn well?

When he graduated from college, he learned to smoke marijuana with his classmates in the Middle East, and was also infected by the Serb classmate who became addicted to alcohol and gambling.

So when he graduated from college, he not only owed a lot of debts from the bank, but also owed Serb gangsters a lot of money.

Then he entered Saab, but this damn company, who had a damn fishing for three days and two days to dry the net. The company's development plan was adjusted every three days. Today we must stick to our true nature and tomorrow we must follow the route set by the Americans.

After a few years of hard work, he has seen less and less hope in this company.

My work has not improved, and I have a seriously ill mother at home. I still have a debt. If it were ordinary people, I would have chosen to hang myself on the beam or light a gas stove.

But this guy is a very nervous guy. Now when he gets off work, he often runs out to drive black taxi, saying that he is a black taxi, but in fact, this taxi company belongs to Serb gangsters. His job is actually mainly responsible for helping them transport #poisons.

It is very risky to do this business, but the profit is also not small.

It is precisely because of this additional income that he can pay his mother's medical bills every month, pay the minimum repayment of the bank credit card, and repay part of his gambling debts.

But he was really tired of living like this and the pressure was too great.

He dared not do anything easily. For example, now, many of his former colleagues were dissatisfied with Americans' development ideas and were boycotted by Americans because they were dissatisfied with Americans.

Many people angrily resigned and found another way out, but he did not dare to move. After all, although Sabo is not good now, he is not at the point of owing employees' salaries.

He needs this salary. Although he, like many people, has been driven to the small town of Wigel, just outside the capital, which is close to the Arctic Circle. Although it is midsummer, the highest temperature here is only about twenty degrees, and it can freeze people in winter.

He hated this damn place, but he couldn't live without it.

Early that morning, he left home and was about to go to the company, but as soon as he left, he was held down by two big black men.

These two men are black-haired, blue-eyed, tall and strong, and their arms are thicker than his thighs. They can even pinch his neck with one hand, which makes him unable to breathe.

"What are you doing? Zlatan, didn't I get the repayment from last month?"

He knew these two people, who were the thugs of the gang that he was owed to debt, the guy who was usually responsible for chasing debts, was named Zlatan. I heard that during the Bosnia-Herzegovina War ten years ago, this guy was a veteran and a murderous guy.

He was usually afraid that Zlatan would not meet him if he could meet him, but he did not expect that this guy would come to him.

Zlatan, with a huge hooked nose, shouted Bentenner and grinned.

"That's right, Turner, you paid back the money from last month, but I'm here to collect this month's repayment."

"What are you kidding? Zlatan, you should know that my fixed repayment date is the fifteenth month, which is what I agreed with Jovitic."

Bentner felt a little frightened, something was wrong.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped in the face, and the eyes were sucked by Venus.

"Don't mention that fool to me, don't you know yet? Last week, that guy Jovetic was dead!"

"Shenma?"

Bentner was surprised, and at the same time felt sad. That bastard, Jovetic, was his good friend in college, and his brother who slept on the bunk in a dormitory.

Although Jovitic brought him into alcohol and gambling, without him, he would not have been his current life. He arranged the work of "transportation" every night.

If he hadn't been too unsatisfied, he would have been able to pay back the accounts he owed long ago and he could have saved a small amount.

"Yes, you heard it right. Jovitic was dead, dead at the gun of the damn Allah who took the goods, so you are my customer now. Now I officially notify you that your repayment date has been changed. It used to be the fifteenth of each month, now it is the tenth of each month, and your interest rate is not one percent as before, but five percent now."

Zlatan said viciously at Bentner in front of him, Bentner looked frightened.

"What? You can't do that?"

"Is that so? What should I do? Do you still need to teach me?"

Zlatan clenched his fist and made a gamble sound from his bones. Another strong man next to him pushed open the door sensibly. Zlatan grabbed Bentner's collar and pulled him into the room. Soon, Bentner's scream came from the room...

Bentner got off the bus and looked at the Wiggle transmission factory in front of him. A sharp pain came from his butt. There was tears in his eyes, but he quickly held it back.

That bastard Zlatan not only likes women, but also men. Just now, he was blown away by that villain.

Wiggle Company has been established for decades and has always been supporting Saab, but due to Saab production, the company is not large in scale.

In front of the company is a three-storey building, which is where he works now, and behind it is a production workshop and factory area.

But now this is a scene where there are few cars and horses in front of the door. In front of the company's building, there are three or two kittens, and there is no security guard at the door, and there is no front desk.

I heard that Americans are controlling costs, and many people have been laid off this year. Those people are irrelevant people, so Americans don’t hesitate at all when they move.

Many people think this is a measure to streamline institutions and reduce operating costs, but Bentner knows that this is a prelude to the Americans' plan to sell it here. I heard that they are in contact with German Wiggle Company and intend to sell Swedish Wiggle to German Wiggle.

These damn bastard cowboys!

Thinking of this, Bentner cursed, but he was helpless.

He walked towards the building step by step. As soon as he reached the door, there was a roar of motors at the entrance of the factory area on the other side, and several locomotives drove out.

There were five or six young people of different shapes sitting on it, and they looked very happy when they came out.

The young people nowadays, Bentner shook his head. They only know how to enjoy themselves and don't think about any dedication.

In addition, in the past two years, the influx of large numbers of foreign immigrants has made the factory's environment even more chaotic.

It turned out that in order to reduce costs, this factory hired a large number of wars that poured into the country, with many Serbs and many Middle Easterners.

However, these two gangs of guys were born to be incompatible. After they arrived at the factory, there were constant disputes. Fights and troubles over the past few days greatly affected the production order of the factory.

But the superiors have no good way to deal with them. Let's dismiss them. They will go to the Labor Department to sue you for racial discrimination, but don't dismiss them. They either fight or absent from work, and they are passive and lazy even at work.

These guys are simply the company's cancer!

Bentner shook his head, forgetting that in these things, it wasn't his turn to worry about it, he would have to worry about his own affairs.

Today, Zlatan came to him, not only to burst his anus, but also gave him a task, which was to take out some production technology information from the company.

Originally, Ben Turner was unwilling to do this, but after Zlatan's thick "big cannon" ravaged his anus, he did not dare to resist.

Because Zlatan told him that if he was unwilling to do it, he had a way in Germany, and there was a largest Ki-friend store in Hamburg, where there were big # cannons from all over Europe. They would definitely be very interested in tasting fresh Swedish daisies.

When I thought of those big # cannons of different colors, Bentner immediately became weak... (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!