Abyss Express

Mr. Pan is sitting in the southern suburbs manor, sitting in a temporary office——

——This is his family home, where his family resides.

Everything begins in the nameless township of Bailong County in Clearwater Bay. This beast hybrid started out as a small worker for Lawrence Madison, making a living by moving goods at the dock and shipyard, and occasionally selling appetizers for the big boss. Today, he manages more than 300 brothers in the King's Gang, and his company has more than 1,000 employees. He is also a well-known squire in the City of Tears.

"You didn't do it right, Cork." Mr. Pan put his hands on his knees, his strong body sunk into the soft velvet sofa, his eyes were dark and bright, and his face was covered with wrinkles, which could be seen , this hybrid is a pit bull.

The three brothers, cat, dog and mouse, gathered together, but Cork was full of grievances.

Shushu wanted to complain to Mr. Pan and talk about how difficult this job was, but Mr. Pan was indifferent to his injuries.

Before Cork could speak, Mr. Pan immediately scolded.

"Amona and Daphne escaped. From now on, the sky is free and the gang will suffer losses - this is my dereliction of duty."

Shushu immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Mr. Pan continued: "But don't you have any responsibility?"

When a wise leader encounters a problem, he always has two choices, one is to push up, the other is to push down.

This is not only the political wisdom that has been far ahead of the Chinese civilization for five thousand years, but also occurs in the gang ecology of the City of Tears. It still exists around you and me, in every company, and even on campus.

Scratcock obviously doesn't understand this strange logic.

"I've tried my best! Boss!"

When subordinates have to argue with their leaders about right and wrong, it is no longer a question of right and wrong, but a question of superiority and inferiority.

Mr. Pan was a little impatient and didn't even bother to look at Cork.

"How did Amona escape?"

"There is a priest!" Cork argued: "This guy knows witchcraft! He captured Luo Kang's heart and even found Santa Monica all the way! He"

Mr. Pan: "He killed twenty-three people in the Santa Monica branch by himself? Including you?"

"Yes! That's right!" Cork said immediately: "He is too cunning! The brothers couldn't use their tricks in the card hall, and they were all tricked by him!"

Mr. Pan: "You have guns."

Cork explained: "Isn't this the fear of accidental injury?"

Mr. Pan: "Oh, is the enemy too powerful?"

Corker apologized profusely and finally realized what the problem was.

"I'm not sorry. I'm sorry, boss."

In the courtyard outside the window, guests were celebrating the birthday of Mr. Pan’s eldest son. This little bulldog just turned eighteen this year and was well-dressed and elegant.

The serval man Ivan, who was silent on the side, finally stood up and said a few good words for Cork.

"Boss Pan, we recognize Cork's ability."

Mr. Pan immediately interrupted: "So he is still alive, so I said, I am also responsible for this matter - I should not let him do this matter. If the matter goes wrong, I have to swallow the bitter pill of failure." .”

"Daphne's father owes us 440,000. This debt will definitely not be recovered."

"I didn't have high expectations from the beginning. Drug addicts cannot be trusted. If this guy hadn't sold his wife, I would have taken Daphne and Amona back to the gang."

"I almost watched Daphne grow up little by little. She is a capable person and has courage."

Mr. Pan waved his hand and asked Cork to sit down and stop being so nervous.

"If she is asked to steal money from the platform in Tears City, she can get back 14,000 yuan a week, which is just bits and pieces of cash. If she gets the ID card and HELLCAT - and asks the passengers to pay the ransom, we You can talk to the Metropolitan Police about the money."

"No police officer is willing to guard against thieves for a thousand days. They just pay an insurance fee. This is the value of Amona. If Daphne works for a year, we can earn one million."

"The militiamen couldn't catch this clever little sparrow. We finally caught Amona, but she escaped - but Cork, you say all this is only because of a man from Brunwell."

Mr. Pan described it seriously.

"A small evangelical church, a priest who moonlights as a psychiatrist?"

Cork lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, folded his hands in his thighs, and nodded nervously.

"Yes."

Mr. Pan: "He has no gun, no knife, and no spiritual power."

Corker: "Yes."

Mr. Pan: "I bought two wrenches and a pipe wrench from the grocery store at the corner of the street, and beat our brother No. 23 to the point of being seriously injured and on the verge of death?"

Corker: "Yes."

"When I heard about this from Ivan at first, I just thought it was unbelievable." Mr. Pan rolled his eyes: "For a moment, I even thought that you had accepted Daphne's benefits and wanted to let this couple go. Sister, you have become a great philanthropist, but you do good deeds regardless of your future."

"But when you came in front of me, I softened my heart again."

Mr Pan kicked Corker's injured leg.

"Look at you, you are over forty years old and you are still fighting on the front line. There are gangsters in the living room, and you have to fight for your life. Panacea and Mrs. Bai's products cannot cure you."

"What do you think I should do with you? Cork? Your decadent eyes break my heart."

Shushucock tilted his head in frustration, thinking about retirement. Maybe Mr. Pan would never trust him again and asked him to retire and return to his hometown.

"Let's go back to the priest." Mr. Pan saw that Cork's mood was finally right. He no longer had to use kindness and power to win over people's hearts, and he didn't have to talk to his subordinates about who was right and who was wrong. He finally felt relieved: "His Have you done any background checks?”

Ivan: "The informant from the Metropolitan Police Department has read the file. He is just an ordinary person who knows knight combat skills."

Corker: "He's very good at boxing and kicking."

"Is he Bruce Lee? Or Jackie Chan? Is he some kind of movie star? Kung Fu?" Mr. Pan couldn't help laughing: "Is he a sharp knife man? How powerful is his knight fighting skills?"

Cork quickly explained: "I can't feel it."

Mr. Pan: "Violence is a commodity. In this era, violence can be purchased and is an insurance service. The era of the gunsmith hero's expedition is over, and there are many unemployed mercenaries who need new bosses. . There are many talented people in my manor. I won’t be afraid of such stupid young people."

With that said, Mr. Pan asked again.

"Is this priest trying to stand up for Daphne? He came to the streets of Santa Monica to cause trouble for you?"

Cork thought for a long time and finally nodded.

"He said, give me a chance."

"Oh no. No no, God wants to give me a chance."

"As long as I don't cause trouble with Sister Daphne, everyone will be clear about this matter. I will continue to sell my appetizers and he will continue to recite his prayers."

"How can I accept this grievance! He was the one who made the move first!"

Corker screamed injustice, as if he had been greatly wronged.

"I'm calling my brothers to come and help! Catch this ungrateful idiot. I'm going to interrogate him personally and then bring Daphne back."

Mr. Pan: "This person is now..."

Ivan: "I was caught by the militia at the Traffic Department branch."

Mr. Pan: "Did he surrender?"

Cork: "Yes, he must have a guilty conscience. He is afraid of revenge from the King's Gang and wants the militia to protect him."

"Hiss." Mr. Pan felt that this matter was not simple. He shook his head and objected repeatedly: "How could the beast get into the cage on its own initiative? Cork? He wants to know your whereabouts. He wants to know where I am. He wants to Come to me”

Cork was shocked: "How dare he?! The militia will not help him!"

Ivan then asked: "A single person? Just him?"

"How did you get here? By car?" Mr. Pan asked, "Or by bus?"

Cork: "This guy should still be interrogated in the detention room! Boss Pan"

Ivan answered honestly: "I drove here."

Mr. Pan quickly got up and walked to the courtyard banquet. When the guests saw the host coming, they immediately stood up and toasted to welcome him.

Lao Pan is a man of daily life. He doesn't have many pursuits. He just hopes that the gang can be safe. The cruel words he just said, saying that the family hired many elite soldiers and generals, were all for the ears of the cat and mouse brothers. They should appease the subordinates. Lower heart.

He could vaguely feel in his heart that the priest who beat Cork this time was not a simple "ordinary person"——

——Because he couldn't find any motive or reason, he didn't understand the reason why the priest and the King's Gang were against each other.

If Daphne could recruit such a helper, this person would have appeared in the City of Tears long ago.

Why did such a Monkey King pop up out of thin air just in the past few days when Amona was imprisoned?

The priest asked for no money and did not talk about any benefits. He chased him into the cell of the military station and still clung to Cork. He wanted to follow Cork to the King's Gang's manor. This was an almost unrelenting vendetta.

People who do not care about financial rewards, cross legal boundaries, and hate evil as much as hatred.

What kind of person in this world would do this?

There is only one answer - Anonymous.

Mr. Pan is a survivor who has gone through the expedition era and participated in some battles. However, he was lucky last time. He was not from the Crazy Butterfly side, but an intelligence officer left by the Lapis Gold Guards in the war gang.

This grassroots man made money in both war gangs and war groups, and came to the City of Tears from a remote village to take root. He would do anything for the prosperity of his family, and he would do anything for the future of his children.

At this moment, he was walking more and more anxiously. His eldest son came forward to help and flatter him, so he opened his son's hand.

The youngest daughter didn't know what happened, so she kept following her father, but Lao Pan yelled back.

"Go back to your house! Go back!"

He was a little out of sorts, but he still maintained his grace and came to the gate of the manor to wait like a loyal servant, which made the old housekeeper feel uncomfortable all over.

The old housekeeper asked: "Master? Why are you here to welcome guests?"

Mr. Pan wrapped his nightgown tightly, and the wrinkles on his face trembled: "Ha! We have distinguished guests coming today."

"Oh! Are you a congressman? Or from the Engineering and Construction Company?" After hearing this, the old housekeeper hurriedly went to the warehouse to change his equipment. He needed to bring pre-dinner wine and hot towels, as well as two sets of windproof cloaks.

Mr. Pan: “You don’t have to ask this.”

"Ouch! I can't even ask? Is it the consul?" the old housekeeper said before he finished speaking.

From the low ramp in front of the manor, a shared motorcycle slowly climbed up.

Jiang Xueming was riding a small electric donkey, carrying a small cloth bag of beef jerky in his gloves. Like the househusband who had just returned home from shopping for groceries, he parked his motorcycle next to the fence of the manor.

"Hey, this noble man." The butler was quite humorous: "You look like a high official at first glance!~"

Mr. Pan was very conscious and took the initiative to wait beside Xueming.

Jiang Xueming nodded, and when his eyes met, he seemed to understand his master's fear.

"Your place is too remote!"

Mr. Pan: "That's the land approved by the leader, so I can only live here."

Jiang Xueming: "Did you know that if you park a shared bicycle here for an hour, you'll have to charge me twenty fucking yuan!"

Mr. Pan: "How about."

Jiang Xueming: "It's up to you."

"Cork! Cork!" Mr. Pan shouted: "Cork!"

Shushu had just returned from the city. Hearing the boss's shout, he immediately came to the gate of the manor.

"Boss Pan"

Mr. Pan yelled angrily: "Beast! What did you call me?"

Shushu immediately changed his mind: "Mr. Peter Pan! Our President!"

Mr. Pan: "Ride this motorcycle back to the service area!"

"Huh?!" Cork looked at the freezing early spring fields. The suburban road in the City of Tears was at least seven kilometers away from the nearest public parking spot.

Mr. Pan: "Ah what? You can't think of a solution? The problem that the priest is most worried about now is the parking problem! The problem that he needs to solve the most! It is our top priority! Don't you understand? Is it difficult to understand?"

The bulldog's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and his face was ashen. The moment he saw Zhang Congfeng, he knew that this person was definitely not someone he could mess with - this guy could enter and exit the military station at will, and he dared to go alone. The lair of his Kings Gang.

And the sentence just now, "It costs 20 yuan to stop for an hour", in Mr. Pan's ears, it means "I will be very troubled if the problem is not solved for an hour."

These actions are very similar to the style of the Anonymous. The soldiers who are most favored by Ao Hun Ming De usually go downstairs to buy breakfast, and in the process of having breakfast and doing morning exercises, they wipe out the war gang.

Cork quickly called two little brothers, put the shared electric scooter into the trunk of the car, and then drove to the city.

After the matter was settled, Jiang Xueming seemed unable to grasp the handle of the bulldog, so he leaned against the iron gate of the manor with no intention of entering, and took a second look at the guests in the courtyard.

"Is your son's birthday today?"

Mr. Pan: "Yes."

Jiang Xueming: "I caused you some trouble on your territory. Did Cork tell you?"

Mr. Pan: "I know everything"

Jiang Xueming took out beef jerky and gave one to him.

Mr. Pan took it immediately and began to hesitate again.

Xueming explained: "It's not poisonous. I don't need poison to beat you."

"Haha. Haha" Mr. Pan then put the beef into his mouth.

Xueming just sat on the stone platform in the flower garden next to the threshold. Mr. Pan didn't dare to neglect and sat down with her. It's just that it's been a long time, and my butt is a bit frozen.

With the sound of chewing beef, Mr. Pan only felt embarrassed.

Jiang Xueming also kept smacking his lips without any unnecessary behavior.

"What's your son's name?"

Mr. Pan immediately responded: "Hong Peter."

Jiang Xueming: "You have a daughter?"

Mr. Pan: "It was adopted. He was originally the child of a gang brother. This brother passed away early, so I adopted him as his surrogate."

Jiang Xueming: "Why did you tie up Amona?"

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Pan did not dare to speak.

"It's not good for the guests to see you sitting with me." Jiang Xueming pointed to the wing of the manor: "I beat up your good brother Cork, you won't be angry, right? GieGie?"

The bulldog lost his temper. He couldn't figure out the details of the priest, so he could only respond: "No. No."

"Go and talk in the room?" Jiang Xueming waved.

Back to the warm room. When Ivan saw his boss coming back and talking to the priest as brothers, he was filled with questions.

"Boss"

Mr. Pan immediately cursed: "Beast! What did you call me?! In front of the priest! You want to call me by my title!"

"Oh, President." Yi Wen immediately changed his words: "President Pan, how do you get along with...him?"

Jiang Xueming: "Would you like to introduce this cat person to me?"

Mr. Pan immediately said: "This is one of the managers of our King Pharmaceutical Group Co., Ltd., his name is Yiwen, and he is also my accountant."

Jiang Xueming threw a piece of beef jerky casually and patted Yi Wen's shoulder. Yi Wen always felt strange when he took the beef in his hand, and his clothes became cold.

"Pan, I didn't come to your house today to hold a funeral for you." Jiang Xueming said, carefully observing the demeanor of these gangsters.

Mr. Pan tried to calm down, but Ivan was already angry.

Jiang Xueming: "You still have a chance to confess to me. Regarding Amona, is this the first time you have asked your younger brother to kidnap someone? Or have you done this kind of thing many times?"

Mr. Pan: "I"

"Don't be anxious! Don't rush to answer yet." Jiang Xueming emphasized: "Think carefully and use your brain. Your son is celebrating his birthday outside, and I don't want this child to fall into the whirlpool of hatred."

"You now have many beautiful and precious things, your wife, your adopted daughter, your friends. Perhaps among these guests, there are also little girls who work in the cake shop, and there are also good brothers who work in the Alchemy Factory of Tears City. , there are veteran cadres who play cards and basketball with you, and there are many, many people who don’t know what you are doing and regard you as a successful person and the big boss of King Pharmaceutical Group - they are all innocent."

"Amona and Daphne are the same. They are afraid of you, but they don't hate you. No matter what, they never thought of killing you as their creditor - but you almost killed Amona, just a little bit."

Mr. Pan: "Father, I don't understand what you say."

"I'm not here to influence you." Jiang Xueming patted the Bible gently: "When faced with the old debt left by Daphne's father in the last era, you made a choice - now you have to make a second choice."

"Boss, what are you talking about with this guy?!" Ivan was about to draw his gun: "I'll kill this blind beast!"

The pistol went silent in the palm of Serval Cat's hand, and he quickly pulled the slide to remove the bullet.

"Did you see a ghost?!"

One after another, all the bullets exited the gun chamber without a single gunshot.

"It's such a shame." Jiang Xueming stood up and went to Yi Wen's side.

Mr. Pan quickly begged: "Please don't hurt him. He just..."

Jiang Xueming took out the firing pin from his work gloves. This important part of firing the bullet had fallen into his hand at some point.

"Pan, Ivan has made his choice. I know you are a smart man, and you must know what I am capable of. In the face of violence, negotiation is meaningless."

He hugged the serval cat's strong body, not allowing the other party to resist, and the firing needle struck the beast between the eyebrows, leaving a red fist mark.

Jiang Xueming: "Just now, Yiwen shot me brutally. He also killed himself."

Mr. Pan watched helplessly as the accountant's body collapsed and he was unable to speak a word.

This beautiful serval cat sat between the two of them, his head tilted and his eyes unfocused. The moment the hypothalamus consciousness center was destroyed, something flowed out of his body and he could no longer live.

"You use the soft fur of this serval cat as a tarpaulin. His arms, wrists and eyes that have lost temperature are the small windows for our communication. Now let's talk about your sins. This room is like a confession room."

Xueming crossed her arms and hugged her knees.

“God will still give you a chance.”