The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

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How many powerful figures ended up disastrously because they lost themselves, and many of them unknowingly went to the madness that would eventually be destroyed.

In fact, Zhang Nan had already walked this way, but it was only because of his rich social experience that he maintained a cautious heart of grassroots characteristics in his subconscious, so he did not sink too deeply.

When the grass roots are developed, they will act recklessly and fail to see themselves?

Wrong, at least most people won't!

Grassroots, or almost all grassroots with rich experience, will have a trace of delusion of persecution. The higher you climb, the less courage you will be, and you will always beware of danger.

Although the grass roots are tenacious in vitality, they are too poor and lowly. The root system is inherently underdeveloped, so poor that the great masters can step into the mud with just one foot!

There was always awe, guard, and even unconscious defense, so Zhang Nan was still alive until this time.

Those who can't be provoked will never be provoked, and those that can be dealt with must first think about whether they will cause troubles that endanger themselves.

No trouble?

Well, it doesn't count as if you trampled to death, even the roots are pulled out for you, and you won't have a chance to turn over!

This is Zhang Nan who was born in grassroots, always on guard, and can stabb his opponent dozens of times when necessary.

Zhang Nan hasn't gotten the experience of stabbing people in two lifetimes. It's not that he didn't dare or wouldn't, but that he didn't have the situation that he needed to do so.

Therefore, the grassroots are poor and humble, but they are the most tenacious. It may not be able to shake the real behemoths, but for the general nature of the strong, when they go crazy and fight their own fate, they can also kill others!

The grassroots become a tycoon, and the heart of awe and beware is still there. Although this will-dan’s "heart of God" burst out suddenly, the nature of human nature has made Zhang Nan's mind so clear and clearly see the nature of his mentality, and bad things have become Good thing.

Unconsciousness has become sober awareness, or self-discovery, which is much more effective than others' suggestions. In the future, it will be difficult for you to become unaware of who you are.

Self-discovery, this is good for Zhang Nan, but not for some people!

A group of sturdy big men rushed to that **** school in a gloomy manner, and the men and women who were still lining up at the entrance of the first floor immediately tried to get away with each other.

In the end, he failed. Andre, who took the lead, pointed to the baseball bat in his hand: "All squat down, whoever runs and kills!"

Because he raised his hand, one of the holsters around his waist was revealed.

Well, the Red Devil is used to carrying two pistols on such occasions to facilitate the fastest shooting under any circumstances.

Andre knows that the beast in his heart has run out. This time, he doesn't need to be completely calm at any time like a few years ago. You can indulge yourself.

The boss has to indulge, saying that he should bring all the Americans and Russians who are working here, and those who come to learn from Andrei’s disgusting strip yi dance, as well as the people who accompany them. Don't run away, after a while, the boss may want to enjoy the pleasure of being an arbiter.

Yes, Andre has noticed the change in Zhang Nan's thinking, but he doesn't think that the boss will be crazy because of this: he is going crazy prematurely with his strength, this time it is just a small adjustment in life.

The two demon kings of the Red Devil, the almighty, the kind of expert who has practiced psychology!

The twenty-odd people surrounded more than a dozen people at the door. The women panicked, but did not dare to scream. The people who came were so scared that they did not dare to scream, they could only squat down honestly.

As for the men, the three men who accompanied the women reacted slowly and directly hit the stick. A young man wanted to slip, but a pistol handed out by a peripheral bodyguard hit his head.

"Run a try!"

"Ah!~"

The man let out a scream, his legs were bent and he was severely hit by a stick, and he couldn't get away even if he wanted to run for the time being.

Life is not easy, or I want to live a better life, but as a result, I learn this with my family, it is better to take a knife and become a robber.

Even shameless, the little thieves who shout "I steal a motorcycle to raise you" are 100 times more expensive than these **** men!

It's 1993, and the bodyguards didn't know that it would be a slippery thing to steal a battery car 20 years later.

For the treatment that came in line, the two men in their thirties who registered, distributed school promotional materials, and boasted about the employment rate were even more miserable. They were not given the opportunity to open the unit and were directly beaten by baseball bats and golf clubs!

Very technical, not one by one hitting the skull with all his strength-not to mention that titanium alloy golf club heads can easily open the skylight on the skull, and aluminum baseball bats can make people nauseous and dizzy!

In the blink of an eye, the club went down, the door was fixed, and the brigade rushed into the door, leaving a few people watching the dozens of people who were squatting, and by the way continued to beat one of them who shouted loudly.

"I'm an American, I'm an American citizen, you can't do this! Ah~ you..."

English, this will ignore the half-baked Russian.

Ivanovich was useless with the swing stick in his hand and slapped the man who was already half-lying on the ground. "It's useless for your mother to be a Martian. Just beat you up as a scumbag of US imperialism. !"

Not afraid of making mistakes, the few who stayed at the door were all Russians. Besides, if the boss ordered the Americans to be violently beaten before taking them over, even if they were heard by the boss, it would be fine.

The boss is American, but even outsiders know that he is not American.

Ivanovich was really angry, even more angry than Andrei and the others-not only because his own home was nearby, and worried that such a school would teach his children badly, but also because it happened in his own home. An incident in the home of an old subordinate.

Ivanovic was a captain and mechanized infantry company commander in Afghanistan. Like many grassroots Soviet officers who served in Afghanistan many times, he had friends and subordinates who died in that unprosperous land.

Some of those people were married and dragged their families. Many of them still lived in the dormitories of family members in the military camp. Basically, they had a hard time. The pension policy of the Soviet era came to this time...

One month’s pension is not enough for a meal!

Some time ago, he and his lover went to the home of Amazas, the sergeant squad leader who used to be an old company, a good friend, and died in Afghanistan, to give something to him.

Amazas's widow is very beautiful, so every time I go to her house, Ivanovic will call his wife together. The wife likes the two princess-like daughters of the husband's old man and good friend.

Most of the men in the military camp were single men. Everyone wanted to sleep with the widow, but she was determined not to do it, and would rather wash the dishes in the military cafeteria.

The last time I went there was a weekend. The Russian army at this meeting had fallen into disrepair. They were actually enjoying watching striptease in the barracks. The performance venue was on the open space between the two dormitories.

I gave things away, sat down and left. When I went downstairs, it probably happened to be the climax of the strip yi performance-just after the tide, Ivanovic saw the 7-year-old daughter of the old man excited from the people watching the strip yi crowd. He squeezed out and shouted at him: "Uncle Ivan, I will striptease when I grow up!"

At that moment Ivanovic wanted to find a machine gun, and beat all the birdmen on the inner and outer layers, as well as the dancing people inside, into hornet's nests!

Kill them all, leave none!

He was very sad, thinking about sending him and his lover down. By the way, the widow of a good friend who asked his daughter to go back would be even more sad. Russia has no shame anymore!

The sadness of last week turned into the tyranny of this society. From the feedback of the feet wearing boots, I know that the ribs of this kid on the ground should have been kicked off by himself.

I wanted to use the scumbag I found from the hand to smash the skull of this scum, and I just held back!

There is a large court here, it is not good to kill people on the spot.

"Look at this gang smashing, Sasha, give me your stick!"

As he said, he handed the swinging club to the colleague who was aside, took a golf club from that person, and turned and went upstairs aggressively.

The swinging stick is too short, and it is not easy to knock.

I have a breath in my chest, I have to let it out to feel good. Those **** who are on the top are unlucky today!

Ivanovic wanted to hit people this time, and would fight to the death if he wouldn't kill anyone!

"Puff, puff, puff" went upstairs, the glass of the double-opening door on the third floor had been smashed, and the reception desk inside was still there, and a young woman squatted shivering in the corner.

There are a few drops of blood on the ground. It is estimated that it is not the woman's. She should be unharmed, just warned, or simply frightened.

There was a scream like a pig-killing man, and Ivanovic strode inside, ignoring the woman who had shrunk into a ball.

It was originally a community cultural center, but now the original propaganda murals on the walls are mixed with the explicit new posters, which makes it dazzling.

There is an office and a dance studio where people can practice dancing~www.readwn.com~ Good fellow, this dance studio with floor-to-ceiling glass has become a torture room!

Thirty or so young women of different heights stood in a row in front of the mirror wall, watching in horror as a dozen sturdy men beat up a few people on the half-lying wooden floor.

The swing door on the other side was knocked open, and Ivanovic saw that Valentin and another unnamed bodyguard came in, each pulling a disheveled man by the hair.

One hand not only grabbed the hair, but also pressed the controlled right hand.

This is the way the guys in the Ministry of Internal Affairs once liked to detain people, either pulling the hair with one hand or pinching the back of the neck. With a little force, the arm joints of the controlled person can be destroyed!

Brutally dragged to the middle, kicked his left calf sideways, and screamed again. Watching this scene, Ivanovic couldn't tell whether he couldn't tell whether he felt relaxed or a bit cruel, and his face felt a little numb anyway.

Cool!

Even if the bones of the two hapless left legs are constant, this ligament will have to be torn!

Fierce and cruel!

"These two boys are hiding behind and inspecting the goods, Yankees, they are still closed, two are watching four, shit!"

Valentin let go of his hand, and the person in his hand collapsed like this, holding his calf howling miserably, tears and nasal tears streaming out.

Any dance school enrollment requires an interview, and this ghost place is the same, at least you have to read it all over your body, as for whether there are other flowers...

It seems to be there.

Andrei looked at the fifth and sixth men who had been brought back, and said in English: "Don't you know that opening a special business premises in Moscow can't be 500 meters away from ordinary schools?"

He kicked one of the men, "Tell me, how far is the elementary school diagonally across from here!"

Hearing this, Ivanovic, who was already full of tyrannical emotions not far away, almost couldn't help laughing!