my name is ferguson

() In the quiet apartment in Burleigh City, Jorge returned to his home with a day of exhaustion and anger. He couldn't understand why Richard could turn a blind eye to such an obvious self-stealing. Could it be that the money for rebuilding the stadium was not Did he come out?

Jorge didn't dare to think about it anymore, he suspected that he had entered a circle that was even more chaotic than South America.He decided to shut up no matter what weird things he sees starting today, otherwise the things that get in the way of money will cause trouble.

"Hey, honey, you don't seem to be in a good mood. Have you been to see Leo? Isn't he in a bad mood lying in bed?"

When his wife's concerns and inquiries came, Jorge didn't know what to say, and he didn't know how to answer. Some things should be borne by men alone, and women should not know these things: "No, Leo Not bad, I sent him donuts and he told me that a football player should not be mixed with this kind of food, I am very happy, Leo takes football as his life, and he secretly swears that he must Will startle England when he recovers, for sure."

Jorge forced himself to forget everything that happened on the construction site, and he could only do so. This was the only way to make himself happy.Maybe it was a mistake to come to England, but for Leo, he is willing to let this mistake go to the end.

When, when, when!

When the door of the apartment was knocked, Jorge walked to the door tiredly, and opened the door habitually... He didn't have any precautions, he thought this place should be the same as Barcelona... touch!

Jorge, who just opened the door, was immediately hit by a punch. The moment he fell back, the strong man at the door quickly pushed the door open and entered.

He rushed in and grabbed Jorge by the collar, knocked him down on the table in a few steps, took out a pistol from his waist and put it on Jorge's head and said, "Do you want to taste the English Pop Bean? Want to try it?" Do you want the taste of the brain out of the bullet piercing the brain? Do you want your wife to be sold to Africa after your death to benefit those black warlords? Answer me!" Jorge opened his eyes dizzily, at this time he Only then did he realize that the man holding his head with a pistol was actually York!

"You traitor, you almost ruined all my business!" Messiph, who heard the loud noise, came out with a slender kitchen knife, and shouted when he saw this scene: "Let him go!" Otherwise, I will report to the police!"

"Husband, if you think the speed of the police coming here after you reported the police is faster than I can pull the trigger to kill your husband, go-on!" York looked at Mrs. Messi and said, "You know I don’t know what happened to your husband? He cut off other sources of income in the first week of his arrival. If it wasn’t for me, I would have been able to get out of danger a long time ago, and I should be in Scotland Yard now!”

York pressed Jorge tightly and said: "Is it because you are jealous that I didn't share your share? Jorge, I think some things should be resolved through discussion. Even the country has a parliament, and there is nothing we can't talk about. Yes, but you chose the most extreme way to deal with it!"

"Listen, on the surface, England's law and order is much better than that of South America, but in fact, there are also gunmen robbing cars on the street at night, and breaking and entering during the day, and there are guns and drugs everywhere. If you want to become England's new super entry, I won't stop you, but if you dare to touch my business, I will blow your head off!!"

"Tell me, are we done? Answer me!"

Jorge looked at his trembling wife and said, "Yeah, we've settled. From today onwards, I won't talk to anyone about anything."

"If I'm not at the construction site, and I happen to need someone to help, what will you do?"

"I don't see anything, I don't know anything..." Jorge tried to ease the atmosphere. He didn't want to hear a gunshot and let the bullet go through his head in his first week in England.

Old York let go of his hand, let Jorge stand up slowly and said: "That's not a standard answer, I hope that when you receive some calls for help, you will provide some help. Don't you want to share? Think If you share a share, you will have to pay the price." Old York took out a crumpled check from his pocket and said, "This is [-] pounds. I know that your annual salary is only [-] pounds. Use this money to improve Take a look at your life. If our cooperation is not bad, I guarantee you can live a prosperous life. Of course, if you go to Scotland Yard to report me after I leave, the next time someone who breaks into your house will definitely not tell you So many, then all you can hear are two gunshots."

Old York looked at Jorge and simulated the sound of a pistol in front of him: "Touch!"

"Don't hold onto the idea that you can escape. In Nottingham's hospital, there is still little Messi lying on the bed. If we can't find you, we also have someone to take revenge on."

bump.

Old York left, closing the door viciously.

Messiph was trembling while leaning against the corner in constant pain.

Jorge walked over. He wanted to comfort his wife, but he heard her say, "Don't touch me...don't-he-mother-touch me!"

"What did you do? What did you do to bring us into chaos like South America?"

Jorge sighed and told his wife everything: "I'm just doing my job..."

"What business is that to you? Did you ever throw a coin in that goddam ballpark?"

"Jorge, listen up, I don't care what happens, I don't care how I deal with it, but if Leo is involved next time, we're done, can you understand what I'm saying? Leo, it shouldn't be Involved in your great justice!"

"fuck justice!"

Jorge watched his wife walk into the bedroom and lie on the bed, while he sat alone on the dining table. From this position, he could see the marinated steaks in the kitchen. Maybe his wife wanted to have dinner with him tonight Have a big meal.

... Downstairs, Old York got into a black Buick, and then he quickly put the 'guy' in his hand on the back seat of the car.

"Boss, I have done everything you asked me to do, but in this case, I have changed from guarding myself to trespassing, threatening, and illegally using guns." Old York looked at Richard and continued: "Why did you ask me To do something that I'm not good at?"

Li Cha started the car, quickly left the street and said, "Mr. York, because you owe me at least 30 pounds... Also, you look more like a scumbag than me."

... This matter seemed to have come to an end, and Li Cha resumed his identity as a coach instead of that devil who can't spit out his bones. From the second day on, he never went to the construction site again, nor did he dismiss Old York , but he knows that Messi will always belong to Burleigh after a while.

The training ground at Stanton Park was equally lively. Franck Ribery and Alves, who had paid off their debts, were always facing each other. As long as they were divided into different camps for intra-team matches, the two were like having a chicken fight. They rushed like blood, and at the same time, the two of them were often punished by Keane for their endless conflicts.

The most unlucky one was the unrestrained brother Berbatov. When Berbatov, who had been suffocating for a whole day, just took out a cigarette and wanted to light it after a hard training day, Redondo just walked out of the club... "Oh, Dimita, I don't think you should smoke in front of me. I don't like the smell of smoke... Also, can you take me to the city today? My car is under inspection and I want to go to the supermarket Buy something."

For the request made by the coach, Berbatov could not find any reason to refuse, not to mention that he still lived in the urban area, so along the way, Berbatov suppressed his addiction to cigarettes and kept yawning in the car, like Drug addiction committed the same.

After finally reaching the entrance of the supermarket, Redondo got out of the car indifferently, when Berbatov thought he could finally smoke a cigarette... "Hey, Dimita, old Cowell said that Richard was under surveillance Order, the citizens of the entire Burleigh City are responsible for monitoring our strikers to quit smoking, so your cigarettes belong to me..." From nowhere, a fan wearing a Burleigh jersey appeared and snatched Belba Tove just took out the cigarette case, and then walked back happily with a smile, and waved the spoils in his hand to Berbatov as if he was victorious.

What can Berbatov do?Report to the police that his fans robbed him?

In desperation, he could only go into the supermarket and buy a pack of cigarettes, which was the only thing he could do.

"Sorry, Dimita, Richard said that the entire city of Burleigh is not allowed to sell you cigarettes. In Burleigh, he-is-king!"

Berbatov's eyes widened completely. He wondered if this was a city owned by the revolutionaries?

It happened that Redondo walked out of the supermarket at this time, and said with a smile: "Aren't you going to buy cigarettes?"

"Uh...of course not, the boss said that if I was smoking, don't count on the main position, and then, we were just discussing the price of cigarettes..."

The salesperson at the cigarette container said bluntly: "Don't worry, Prince, I won't sell cigarettes to him."

Berbatov was embarrassed... After sending Redondo home, Berbatov returned to his home, and when he finally could not be disturbed by outsiders, he lit a cigarette first.

Pa... When the cigarette was lit and the blue smoke came out, Berbatov enjoyed it as if he had found himself... Di!beep!beep!

Bark! ! ! !

"Fuck!"

Berbatov suddenly heard the siren ringing in the apartment, and at the same time the room was filled with red light, the smoke alarm on the roof quickly sprayed out a large amount of water droplets, and in an instant, his whole body was drenched.

beep.

When he was in such a panic, the phone at Berbatov's house rang, and he picked it up instinctively, and Richard's sinister laughter came from inside and said: "Hey, Dimita, I forgot to tell you, in your apartment Installed a smoke alarm with the highest sensitivity, which I specially paid for and custom-made, as long as there is a little smoke, you will be miserable... What's the sound? Aren't you smoking at home? I remember you just moved out yesterday. Stay in the apartment rented by the club for you at the hotel... Uh, remember to explain it to the firefighters who rushed there, and besides, it’s best not to cook at home, hehe, I hope you like this prank on quitting smoking.”

beside!

Berbatov directly smashed the phone in his hand, pinching his waist with his hands and sighing helplessly in the continuously falling water droplets.