latent syndrome.

Chapter 227
night.

A sky restaurant in a high-rise building in Manhattan.

The top person in charge of the Liberty City branch officially met with the ninth member of the combat catalog.

Because the star hints can't be turned on all the time, White has encountered extremely bad luck.

It happened to be a fire inspection, and it happened to be a food safety inspection. This is a kind of official extortion. Normally, it will not be carried out at the meal time. It just means that the boss just happened to have a broken capital chain and just closed down for rectification.

As a last resort, I had to change places. I just couldn’t get a taxi, and the traffic jam happened. It happened that super-probable incidents happened in other relatively high-end restaurants nearby. It happened that the sensor of the fire sprinkler was out of order, and the water sprayed all over the diners, and the dishes were completely uneatable.

At last.

The two characters who could shake Liberty City by stomping their feet chose a fast food restaurant that was not at all popular.

Greasy tables and chairs, paper towels and chicken bones in the trash can seem to have not been cleared for two or three days, and they are piled up to the brim, not to mention the heating. The door of the restaurant is not a sliding door, but a rolling door, which is raised with a plastic curtain Blocking it, the cold wind kept blowing in, making people shiver with cold.

I don't know how long the floor tiles have not been dragged, they are all shoe prints.

At this time, no super-probable event finally happened. McConaughey sat on the plastic bench with a sluggish face. Even though the assets in his hands were incomparably rich, he could only spend them in this kind of place.

He is completely stupid. He has never been so unlucky in his life. If he is not really hungry, he has no choice but to stay here for a second.

White is already used to it. When other foreign personnel come to the local area as guests, they spend their days and nights on private jets, but he does not have that blessing.

"Whatever you want, write it yourself."

The chubby aunt threw the greasy notebook onto the dining table, she was smoking a cigarette with a cigarette in her hand.

McConaughey swallowed his throat, looked at the Rockets and asked them to write.

Even the Rockets have never been to this kind of restaurant.

"How about... let's change places."

As Tank said, he thought that tonight he would be able to eat with gangsters and be a high-class person, but he didn't expect that he and his mother would attend the memorial service, and they were so unlucky that they cried.

"No...don't do it, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted."

"Let's make do with it, guys."

White knew that he had to bear all this. This was the price of using the ability against the sky to manipulate the fate of cause and effect. Only when he suffered and exhausted the bad luck could he end it.

He took the notebook and tried to light the highest specification.

The chubby waiter took the notebook, smoked a cigarette, and looked like a retired veteran of a troy club with heavy makeup. Looking at the list, she frowned.

"The curry is sold out."

"The chicken breasts are also sold out."

"The steak is sold out, too."

"Order something else."

She threw the book back again.

The Rockets couldn't hold back anymore, they were in a bad mood, and they met this kind of birdman.

"You're fucking kidding me, right?"

"Believe it or not, I burned this shop down, and then killed your whole family?"

The rocket is ready to slap and call.

The tank pulled quickly.

"No, just let it go, just order vegetable salad."

White took this as a kind of doom removal and took it for granted.

"Your friend is very angry. If you can't afford it, just say it directly. Don't be obsequious. You heard too much when you threatened me."

The fat waiter looked disdainful, took the notebook away and went to the back kitchen without haste.

The rocket lungs were about to explode, but he held back under McConaughey's signal. McConaughey thought that White had a deep meaning in doing this. Hearing that his ability was extremely special, he had no choice but to let him go. After all, he was the guest of honor. .

Rocket's expression was extremely distorted. He had never been so useless in his life. If it wasn't for the presence of two big men next to him, he would have gone straight up and cut his throat.

"You have received a mission to assassinate Colin, right? The summit wants me to do my best to cooperate with you and behead him at all costs."

"Same as Obscure, they are the confidantes of the summit, as long as these pillars die, the remaining minions are not to be feared."

"Do you have any requests for accommodation and servants? I will provide all services."

In terms of McConaughey's financial resources, even if White wanted to live in the manor and become a star, it would not be a problem at all. Even if he was heavy-mouthed to the extreme, he could control the thoughts of women and be completely satisfied.

"Let's talk about it in three days. I may be unlucky for three more days."

White has already summed up such a law.

What I didn't expect was that the serving speed of this restaurant is so fast. Although it's just a vegetable salad, it's enough to mix it up, but at least it needs to be carefully prepared in a pretentious manner. It doesn't even take half a minute. The finished product, right?

The three of McConaughey looked at the salad on the table and lost their appetites. Let alone it was harmless and organic, wouldn't it be poisonous if eaten?
White was stirring the salad with a fork, his brows were furrowed, and his expression was a bit painful, but he understood that he had to eat. If he just avoided it blindly, it would never end. He had to face it head-on like a real man.

"Um……"

While White was stirring, a Periplaneta americana was pulled out from the bottom of the salad... the tentacles and appendages just looked at the appearance, and one could feel a stench and countless germs wrapped inside. .

The three of McConaughey were stirring their own. Fortunately, there were none of their own. White was like a plague god, and his luck exploded.

The three of them decided that they would not eat anyway, just finish eating with White, and find a place to have some supper later.

"Is this fate?"

I saw that White's expression was extremely sinister, in order to offset the evil effect, he had to do this.

click!
He picked up the table knife, raised and lowered the knife, directly pierced the cockroach, picked it up, put it directly into the mouth, and then closed his lips.

Click!
Click!
He began to chew, not only the three of McConaughey, but everyone in the hotel was dumbfounded.

Until White chewed it completely, rolled his throat, and swallowed it into his stomach.

at this moment.

He's the toughest hunk in Manhattan.

"I……"

McConaughey was a little speechless. After all, this is his home field, and he has not fulfilled the friendship of the landlord.

"I don't know what to say, it's just..."

"terribly sorry."

McConaughey's eyes dodged a little, and now White's expression was too fierce.

"It's none of your business, it's my own."

"This damn place is too cold. The Mediterranean climate is more suitable for me. Let's finish everything early."

"Use your resources to find Colin, I will kill him in the past."

"It's that simple."

Immediately afterwards, White began to look at the rest of the salad without any psychological burden, chewing and swallowing slowly, savoring the ominous doom.

(End of this chapter)