latent syndrome.

Chapter 215 214. Reemployment

the next day.

Liberty City, Brooklyn.

A man with a big waist, a height of two meters, exaggerated muscles like a wrestler was carrying bottled drinks to the trunk of a taxi.

In the early hours of yesterday, he received a call from a woman, saying that McConaughey had been arrested, and now he was fully responsible for investing in the cold drink store.

This man's name was Tank, and he lived up to his name. Even without using any vision, his thick fist could smash the car door into a big dent.

He wears an oversized vest, doesn't add any clothes even in early winter, has an old-fashioned round inch shaved, and has a very good-looking face.

"Fuck, I won't watch Terminator 7 without you."

He is partnered with a slightly thin man with long hair like a hippie, smoking a cigar, wearing glasses, and has the demeanor of a gentle scum named Rocket.

Both are taxi drivers, and both are B-level infected persons.

"You know how to register a company, and do you have a business license or something?"

Tank recalled the phone call last night, and probably guessed what happened. McConaughey was restricted from freedom for some reason, but he controlled the thoughts of the people around him through his ability. That's why he came out now, and the action still has to continue Go on, so as to alleviate the countermeasure bureau's suspicion of him.

Maybe the most dangerous place is the safest place?

"Stupid, if I knew how, I wouldn't have to come out to kill people and steal money."

Rocket's quality is extremely low, chewing betel nuts, holding up the glasses frame, squirting black and red betel nut liquid from his mouth, spraying it on the ground, and casually rubbing it with his shoes a few times.

"I heard it's very simple, just go to a website and click a few times."

Tank thought deeply.

"If you want a license for a hammer, you don't need a gun. A gun is the best license."

Rocket was extremely lazy, watching from the sidelines, and didn't help to carry the drinks. Tank was moving alone. According to McConaughey's instructions, every bottle of drink was dripped with that magical liquid. As long as he found a way to let Liberty City Just drink it all.

"Well, it's not the same. The trading place is in a very public place, and you must have a license."

"Call the accountant in the company to get it done."

"By the way, ask him to give me some money to buy a store."

"Get everything done within today."

Tank thinks that if he buys a new store now and renovates it, McConaughey may be dead by then, so he can directly sell the existing cold drink store at a relatively favorable purchase price, as long as he changes the light box and signboard.

By the way, go to the unemployed postpartum group, let these women be employees, pour them a bottle of this mind-controlling drink first, and let them sneak a little bit of food while they are working.

It's okay to let these robbers and gangsters in the company drive. After all, taxi drivers are a fairly casual job, but if these people are allowed to work as shop assistants, let alone someone coming to drink, Tiaozi's eyes will shine when he looks at it.

"Don't talk to me in the same way you order your subordinates."

"For the people I have killed, the crematorium's stoves are not enough to fill them."

"At least two more branches."

Rocket threw the cigar that was still burning everywhere, on the sidewalk, and almost fell on a child. The father who was holding the child's hand looked over viciously.

"How about your mother?"

Rocket put his hand in his jacket pocket, and there was a gun in his pocket. The raised profile of the gun frightened the father and son, and hurriedly led his child away.

"Calm down."

"The security work in Liberty City is quite good now."

"Los Angeles is already a lesson from the past. It is not ruled out that there are soldiers in civilian clothes everywhere."

Tank analyzed calmly.

"Fuck, let you understand it all."

"Call yourself, don't fuck me."

The Rockets didn't buy McConaughey's account, he was mixed with another top cadre.

The tradition of SCT is to send two top cadres to the local area to carry out operations. In Liberty City, McConaughey is counted as one, and the other is the big brother of the Rockets. It's just that they don't know anything about business strategies, so they have to look at McConaughey bitterly. Perform, and wait until a tough battle comes before making a move.

Tank was speechless, so he had to call someone in the company to solve it.

After finishing this matter.

The two were driving around Liberty City. Rocket was in a good mood while driving, and there was a little yellow song playing on the car radio.

Tank, on the other hand, was looking for postpartum mutual aid clubs on his mobile phone. Some women are at risk of postpartum depression after giving birth, and they are at a loss when they suddenly become mothers. basic knowledge.

To Tank's surprise, he discovered a rather serious matter. McConaughey didn't think it through carefully, because he was also from the Free League for the first time, so he didn't know much about the situation here.

But I can also figure it out, if it is not a special situation, no one has the leisure to pay attention to those postpartum mutual aid associations.

Tank found that these mutual aid associations were all in relatively high-end communities, and they were also petty bourgeoisie, with relatively considerable income. This was the loophole in the plan.

Isn't it a joke to let these little rich women work as clerks in cold drink shops?The Bureau of Countermeasures will definitely find out the clues soon, just follow the clues, look for the registration information, and they will be able to catch them all.

What is the reason?
Tank thought about it. Logically speaking, this kind of mutual aid would cost nothing. After all, it wouldn’t sell the fancy courses, and it didn’t need any financial strength.

"Um……"

Tank thinks he has found the truth, which may be the reason for the decline in the fertility rate. The base of low-level people who have children is not enough, far lower than these little rich women, and the balance is slowly becoming unbalanced.

"Let's go, look for the eight-point pregnant woman, oh!"

Rocket was so excited that he happened to have some fainting drugs in his pocket.

"It's so exciting. Where are these mutual aid clubs for new mothers? Didn't you find them after searching for a long time?"

The Rockets think that the tank's IQ is not generally low, and it is true that they can't understand the use of mobile phones.

"We're not going, we have to find another group."

Tank clenched his chin, his pensive look didn't fit his Terminator-like appearance.

"Hold!"

"why?"

"I abstained from sex for today and last night."

Rocket wants to kill.

Tank told him his judgment and said a lot. Rocket adjusted his glasses frame, but didn't understand at all.

"What kind of college student are you pretending to be?"

"Don't make excuses if you can't stand up."

Rocket is stubborn, but he knows it's nothing, the task is urgent, the people above are crazy, and his head is not enough to cut off.

"You know of any groups that don't have bad backgrounds and don't have jobs?"

Tank asked.

"Um... do you think a street girl who hasn't been caught before counts?"

Rocket babbled nonsense, but actually couldn't hold back his anger, subconsciously speaking.

Tank pondered for a moment, then looked at him with admiration.

"Maybe...you're a genius."

The tanks let the rockets go to the red-light district on the edge of the city. In Liberty City, this is a semi-legal thing. As long as it is set up in a designated area, it will be fine. If a woman who stumbles and finds a job again, she may be a... feminist.

"Brother Niubi!"

"Prostitution at public expense."

"Mrs. Mrs. Zheng!"

(End of this chapter)