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Hearing the name of Balbo, the hotel owner raised his eyebrows unnaturally, but he did not move any other things, just nodded calmly and said, "Balbo, this is my last name, but I don't understand why Mr. Zhou Ming, you suddenly mentioned this?"

"Because this is a very famous surname, or a once very famous surname. 1?? Reading books and reading ww?·1?·cc" said Zhou Ming.

The hotel owner glanced at ** and asked: "Chinese heroes, did you find out from those Mexicans? They really can't control their mouths. Maybe I need to sew their mouths in the future, otherwise I won't know what other news will be heard next time, do you know? This is really annoying thing."

"In fact, it doesn't matter where you get the news. What's important is the news itself." Zhou Ming said, "Balbo was originally a member of the Brighton Consortium, and it is a very important family. He is responsible for all the shameful underground activities in the consortium, but later he was removed from the Brighton Consortium. All the people of the Brighton family also lived an ordinary life under their identities. Some became ordinary lawyers and bodyguards, and some opened motels."

The hotel owner said with a faint smile on his face: "Let me think about it, Mr. Zhou Ming, is your purpose of saying this? Is it that I want me to help you deal with Brighton Bank and the Adams family?"

Zhou Ming nodded and said yes, the hotel owner was surprised by such a refreshing confession. Zhou Ming explained: "There is nothing to be said about this, because both the Brighton Bank and the Adams family are all desperate behemoths. If I want to deal with him, it is impossible not to ask for help. To be honest, Mr. Balbo said that Kendian Lawrence and Lowell have already joined me."

"So that's it. It seems that the day has finally arrived." The hotel owner said to himself, and then said to Zhou Ming, "But Mr. Zhou Ming, what does this have to do with me? You know that the Barbo family has been a story half a century ago. I am just an ordinary motel owner now, and I'm afraid I can't help you."

"Mr. Balbo, is this really the case?" Zhou Ming asked intentionally, "It is probably impossible for an ordinary motel owner to allow drug dealers and arms dealers to trade here, right? Or do you not know what transactions your customers are doing?"

Faced with Zhou Ming's replies, the hotel owner silently took out a cigarette and lit it. After spitting several cigarette rings, he said: "I want to know what Mr. Zhou Ming, what do you want me to do. Although the Balbo brand has not yet fallen, many things will never be done again. I have to read the book 1·cc."

"I understand, in fact, I don't make too much demand. I just hope that Mr. Balbo, you can help me contact the gangs that have been attached to your family, as well as the thugs of drug dealers and arms dealers. I think these people should not live a very good life. I am afraid that even their credit ratings are very low. Even the houses they bought for their families are subprime loans from loan companies, right?" Zhou Ming asked.

The hotel owner looked at Zhou Ming in confusion and nodded and said yes. He had no idea why Zhou Ming asked this.

The hotel owner was confused, but Zhou Ming was so bright that he felt like a mirror. He revealed the secret of the hotel owner's surname, and actually hoped to contact those gang brothers through him.

Zhou Ming has never been involved in a gang in his past and present life, but he has watched many movies of Young and Dangerous. From the movie, he can see that although the gang bosses are very rich, the younger brothers below are all very poor. No matter how cool they look when fighting and smoking, they cannot change the fact that they have no formal jobs and legitimate sources of income. Therefore, the bank's credit rating for them is naturally impossible to be much higher.

No matter how free and easy these young and dandy are, they can never avoid buying a house and a car, or family problems with their parents, wife and children, and their families. Then it is definitely not enough to buy a house and a car and support their parents. But they cannot borrow money from the bank, and in the end they can only find the borrowing companies to apply for subprime loans.

Like the minorities in the Vader community, this is also a group of people who are deeply harmed by subprime loans. Even these miserables are only worse than those with formal jobs.

Zhou Ming doesn't know what the situation is like in the United States, but Zhou Ming knew that he was at his home in his previous life. He had seen many people who could not pay back their loans and their family was emptied by loans. I think the evil capitalism will only be even worse. So as long as you incite these people, no matter how many people there are, it can still cause the same effect as those minorities.

This was what Zhou Ming thought of after learning the surname Balbo. With this idea, Zhou Ming then said to the hotel owner: "I think if I tell Mr. Balbo, as long as these people with low credit ratings follow my command, I will let them kill Brighton Bank and the Adams family, and I'm afraid you won't believe it. Just read the book w?ww·1·cc."

"It's really hard to believe, but it doesn't matter," said the hotel owner. "But if I just help you find someone, I can do this. After all, you are also a customer here. This is the service I give you."

Zhou Ming smiled and said, "Thank you very much for your generous help. Maybe I can pay you some extra service fees."

The hotel owner also smiled and said, "This is really good news, but I prefer to hear others call me the name Jeno."

"Okay Balbo." Zhou Ming said deliberately.

The hotel owner was stunned at first, then pointed at Zhou Ming and said, "You are such a disobedient bad boy, but I like it very much!"

In this way, in the midst of laughter, the conversation between Zhou Ming and the hotel owner ended. Then the hotel owner helped Zhou Ming contact the gangs. Almost that night, Zhou Ming came to the motel warehouse again, and this time there were many gang members wearing vests and shorts and tattooed on them in the warehouse.

These gang members sat there casually, some crossed their legs, some stepped on chairs, and some lay there in a slanted manner. However, when they saw the hotel owner coming in, they all put away their previous lazy posture and sat up in danger. Therefore, Zhou Ming thought that his understanding of the hotel owner might be too shallow.

"Hello everyone, this is the mysterious Chinese that I mentioned to you. He also has a very important thing that you need to help him complete, so let him tell you next."

The hotel owner first introduced Zhou Ming's identity, and then handed over the right to speak to him.

Zhou Ming was not embarrassed about the hotel owner's directness. He stood up and said, "My friends, this is the first time I have seen you, but I don't want to politely say hello to you, because that's so sissy. I just want to tell you that I'm going to deal with Brighton Bank. I want to pull the Adams family off the throne of the American dynasty. I just want to ask you, are you interested in following me?"

Everyone shouted in unison, and amid the crowds of people, the hotel owner left his seat. He walked to the door and lit a cigarette. He looked up at the sky and sighed with emotion: "It's better to be young!"

Suddenly the phone on his body rang, and he took it out and answered the channel: "Edward, you guy, I thought you became the governor, and you were a noble man, and you were no longer on the same level as me."

Then he laughed again: "What kind of person you are is nothing to do with me, and I don't want to know, but the Chinese man you mentioned, Zhou Ming, is now here with me, and he is giving a speech to the guys from those gangs. Although I don't know what he is going to do, I believe he will succeed. Don't ask me why. I have had a premonition since the first day. You know that my premonition has always been very accurate."

The hotel owner fell into memories. It was one day half a month ago. Two groups of drug dealers from Colombia came to his hotel. I don’t know if they really don’t understand the rules or were instructed to deliberately challenge their bottom line here. In short, their transactions here have risen to the point of fighting, and they drew their guns in front of him and pointed them at each other.

Although gun possession is a culture in the United States and shootings are common, if they really fight here, their signs will be smashed, which is the worst news.

However, when Balbo's name doesn't work, it's impossible for him to stop them alone.

During this difficult time, ** suddenly pushed open the door and walked in. He looked at the warehouse with a contemptuous sneer: "If you want to shoot, please hurry up. I have something to discuss with the hotel owner. I don't have time to watch you perform here."

A simple word, he was very domineering and did not take these live ammunition drug dealers seriously.

This undoubtedly angered the drug dealers and immediately turned their guns and pointed them at **, but **'s actions were obviously faster than these drug dealers. He stepped up two times and pulled out the military stent at the waist.

"Don't move, if you still want to keep your fingers."

This was what ** said at that time. The cold words made the drug dealers feel terrified, but what made the drug dealers even more terrible was that the military spear inserted into the trigger of his pistol. The cold metal touch made him feel cold.

But then **'s words made his heart even more frozen, because ** said to him: "I know, do you want your mercenary to shoot me? I can assure you that I will pierce your throat before he shoots."

As he said **, he took out another triangular edge as if he was a magician. The army stabbed against his throat.

"No one should move without my order!"

The drug dealer almost roared this sentence because he was really afraid. He knew that once the military spear pierced through his major artery, the blood groove on the military spear would cause him to flow continuously and he would die within a minute.

The drug dealer asked ** what he wanted to do, and ** replied with a smile: "It seems that drugs really hurt people's memories, because I have said just now that I came to discuss things with the hotel owner. As for you, I just hope you can complete your transaction as soon as possible and get out..."

The moment the last two pronunciations were spoken, ** moved again, and no one could see the movements in his hand. Everyone only saw him take a step, and then heard a scream. It turned out that ** had thrown his military spear out, and now it was inserted into the arm of a mercenary. The mercenary could no longer hold the gun in his hand and fell to the ground with a snap.

"Who else do you have any questions now? I can assure you that he will appear in your heart next time."

** said that he stood in front of all drug dealers like a fearless god of war, making them afraid to have a little bit of rashness towards him.

"This is the power of the King of War. How could a soldier who can be condescending to protect him like this? "The hotel owner looked back and asked, "Are you right, the hero of China?"

"I don't know, but I know that your evaluation of Mr. Zhou Ming is not comprehensive, and you won't know anything about me and him."

**Not shy, he said without hesitation that he followed the hotel owner and was worried that he would inform the Adams family. After all, he is Zhou Ming's bodyguard now and needs to help Zhou Ming eliminate all possible dangers.

At this time, I heard a burst of cheers from the warehouse. It seems that Zhou Ming has succeeded. Please visit http://m.piaotian.net
Chapter completed!