No, the police took over, and now the scene of the hotel is also controlled by the police, LeClose said
Bastard! Li Zai'an was furious. He suddenly stood up from the soft chair and shouted, "How did Ruo'an do things?"
Joao didn't expect such a thing to happen, mainly... it was mainly because the woman was not arranged by the hotel, but the hotel's guest. LeClose said helplessly
Hiss... Li Zai'an has a headache. Who is this Mike? He is really more professional than a professional criminal. He looks like he is born to live for crime.
Where is the person? His fingers gently tapped on his temples. Li Zai'an asked with aside his depression
Joao has arranged for him to change the room. Of course, LeClose knows who he is asking, but what to do next? He said it depends on what you mean.
Li Zaian shook his head with a wry smile. Yes, he is now doing drug trafficking crimes, but this kind of crime is for profit, not for provoking right and wrong. No one will like a person like Mike.
OK, I got it, waved my hand, Li Zai'an exhaled, telling Joao that he would settle this matter as soon as possible, and Mike, I will take it back to St. Paul tomorrow
OK Mr. LeClose nodded and turned around and walked out the door
Damn! When LeClose's figure disappeared outside the door, Li Zaian finally couldn't help but have an attack. The coffee cup at hand was directly hit by the rice and was thrown hard onto the carpet in the center of the living room. He jumped for a few consecutive times and hit the wall opposite and broke it.
To be honest, if it weren't for the overall situation, there would be no policeman at all. Li Zaian would have arranged people first and killed a scum like Mike. Then he would be busy wiping his butt like now.
……
That afternoon, Mike, who had just caused a big disaster, was passing the time in the bar without caring. Ruo'ang was afraid that he would cause trouble again, so he arranged for a few younger brothers to look at him
Hehe... Mike let out a despicable smile while drinking. His light blue eyes wandered around the dining table around him, and finally stopped at the right side of the dining table, raised his lips and whistled frivolously at a woman sitting next to the table.
Look, look, Mike reached out and patted the bodyguard's knees and said loudly, I like such a woman, ha, she reminded me of Luni, that bitch is such a woman, when she fucks her, it's like a cow in heat!
He spoke with a big voice, and instantly attracted all his eyes. The woman who was staring at Mike also turned her head. When she found Mike staring at her, her face was swollen and bloody. She stood up suddenly and walked over with a glass of champagne. When she was still two or three steps away, she swung her hand and poured the entire glass of champagne on Mike's face.
Mike didn't expect that the woman knew English and acted so fiercely
The woman poured a glass of champagne over, but Mike turned his head but still couldn't completely avoid it. Most of the glass of champagne was poured on his chest.
You crazy woman! This guy, Mike, didn't reflect on him, he took the initiative to provoke others, but instead jumped up in anger at the first time, cursed, and reached out to pick up the chair behind his butt.
Unexpectedly, he poked a hornet's nest. There were more than 30 people standing up in the bar, one of them was counted as one, all with indifferent expressions on their faces, and their eyes were staring at Mike. It seemed that as soon as he did, these people would come around to tear him down alive.
Those little brothers from the Morio organization didn't care about their identity being exposed at this moment. They quickly protected Mike in the middle, putting their hands on their waists, touching the pistol hiding there.
Mike is indeed a manic disease, but he is not a fool after all. If he is a fool, he will not be a Shanghai Army pilot.
As soon as he saw the posture in front of him, he was immediately frightened. The chair he was holding in his hand was raised in the air, neither was it to be put away nor was it to be thrown away.
Hey, American, see where this is! That tough woman didn't take the bodyguards in front of Mike seriously. She shook her hand and threw the whole goblet glass on the ground, scolding angrily, "Catch that American and let the others go."
All the dozens of men took out their guns without saying a word, pointing a circle of black muzzles at Mike and the others' heads
To be honest, for Mike, the current scene is really the only one to see in his life. Although the security situation in the United States is not very good, and there are also gangs everywhere, there are few such fierce people who take dozens of gunmen to the bar.
The situation is stronger than others. Several younger brothers from Morio's organization did not dare to resist, so they ran back to report the news quickly
Mike was completely timid and surrendered obediently. Although his family background is not simple, it is Brazil rather than the United States. If the fight really starts, the final result will be a few more floating corpses in the Amazon River.
……
After Li Zaian heard the news, he lost his strength to throw the cup this time. This guy Mike is simply a natural troublemaker. I really don’t know how his father raised him.
To be honest, as an outsider, Li Zaian was not willing to have friction with the local gang in Manaus. After all, his power could not affect the place. Instead, he had to use his territory to transport poison.
It’s all because of the damn Mike. This guy has no idea that the world is so strong that he causes trouble all day long. Do you really think this is America?
His powerful father in the country can't care about Manaus, Brazil
If that woman can take dozens of gunmen out, there must be an organization with great strength behind her.
In Li Zaian's impression, there seems to be no organization in Manaus led by women.
However, the areas where the accident happened, including the port of Manaus, belong to the Kuha Group leader. Since this woman dared to bring so many people and appeared on the territory of Kuha Group, it is very likely that there is any relationship between the two.
Stop saying anything, let Ruo'ang contact Kuha Group to find out the situation and get people. If it is too late, I'm afraid I'll have to take out the body for Mike.
……
At this moment, in a terrifying and gloomy basement, there were various torture instruments and sexual abuse props piled up in the room: leather whips, wooden sticks, handcuffs, ropes, enema tools, triangular horses...
In the corner of the room, a white man, who was almost naked, was bent over and stood on a wooden stand with his butt sticking out. He was moaning constantly, struggling in vain!
This wooden shelf has a vertical wooden board on it, with three holes of different sizes on the board, just shackles Mike's neck and hands.
His feet were spread out and locked on the base of the wooden frame by shackles, so that he could only stand there with his legs spread out, bent down and sticking his hips, completely unable to move.
The tough woman Mike messed with in the bar was standing behind him, admiring his ugly face of struggle and wailing
This woman does have a cow-like figure. Her breasts cannot be described as plump, but should be huge and slim. Her two breast balls look like little pumpkins.
The woman changed into a leather queen outfit. Her big breasts on her chest were bounced with her breathing under the black leather jacket.
Wearing a pair of black high-heeled leather boots that are high to the knees and black suspender stockings on the thighs
Wearing a split leather skirt around the waist, through the gap on the side of the skirt, you can see the th-shaped black leather pants between your crotch, tightly wrapping her raised mound.
How do you feel for the American boy? The woman asked with a sneer, "Aren't you very straight-mouthed in the bar? Now I'll give you a chance to show it."
Oh... Sorry, I forgot that you can't speak. The woman turned to the front of the wooden frame and took off the clip on his tongue
It turned out that Mike had a wide clip on his tongue, and his tongue was cruelly pulled out of his mouth. He could only stick out his tongue in a mess like a dog, moaning and crying vaguely.
This guy, Mike, was confined to the torture instrument in a mess. It had been more than two hours. He could only stand bent down. At this time, his muscles were sore all over his body, and he was so uncomfortable.
His tongue was already numb and he couldn't recover for a while, and his mouth was vaguely crying like crying: Please... Please, let me go... let me go, my father is very rich, he will give you a lot of money.
The woman slapped her hands from time to time, and Mike's strong, muscular buttocks made a dull sound on her butt: What an impolite American boy, you're lucky this time, someone is already redeeming someone with connections... Otherwise, you wouldn't have lived now, and you would have been sunk in the Amazon River long ago, but you must learn a lesson
American boy, remember my name: Camilla Brenko, a woman picks up a wooden board like a ping-pong racket, and you will call me Queen Camilla in the future
Bastard! Li Zai'an was furious. He suddenly stood up from the soft chair and shouted, "How did Ruo'an do things?"
Joao didn't expect such a thing to happen, mainly... it was mainly because the woman was not arranged by the hotel, but the hotel's guest. LeClose said helplessly
Hiss... Li Zai'an has a headache. Who is this Mike? He is really more professional than a professional criminal. He looks like he is born to live for crime.
Where is the person? His fingers gently tapped on his temples. Li Zai'an asked with aside his depression
Joao has arranged for him to change the room. Of course, LeClose knows who he is asking, but what to do next? He said it depends on what you mean.
Li Zaian shook his head with a wry smile. Yes, he is now doing drug trafficking crimes, but this kind of crime is for profit, not for provoking right and wrong. No one will like a person like Mike.
OK, I got it, waved my hand, Li Zai'an exhaled, telling Joao that he would settle this matter as soon as possible, and Mike, I will take it back to St. Paul tomorrow
OK Mr. LeClose nodded and turned around and walked out the door
Damn! When LeClose's figure disappeared outside the door, Li Zaian finally couldn't help but have an attack. The coffee cup at hand was directly hit by the rice and was thrown hard onto the carpet in the center of the living room. He jumped for a few consecutive times and hit the wall opposite and broke it.
To be honest, if it weren't for the overall situation, there would be no policeman at all. Li Zaian would have arranged people first and killed a scum like Mike. Then he would be busy wiping his butt like now.
……
That afternoon, Mike, who had just caused a big disaster, was passing the time in the bar without caring. Ruo'ang was afraid that he would cause trouble again, so he arranged for a few younger brothers to look at him
Hehe... Mike let out a despicable smile while drinking. His light blue eyes wandered around the dining table around him, and finally stopped at the right side of the dining table, raised his lips and whistled frivolously at a woman sitting next to the table.
Look, look, Mike reached out and patted the bodyguard's knees and said loudly, I like such a woman, ha, she reminded me of Luni, that bitch is such a woman, when she fucks her, it's like a cow in heat!
He spoke with a big voice, and instantly attracted all his eyes. The woman who was staring at Mike also turned her head. When she found Mike staring at her, her face was swollen and bloody. She stood up suddenly and walked over with a glass of champagne. When she was still two or three steps away, she swung her hand and poured the entire glass of champagne on Mike's face.
Mike didn't expect that the woman knew English and acted so fiercely
The woman poured a glass of champagne over, but Mike turned his head but still couldn't completely avoid it. Most of the glass of champagne was poured on his chest.
You crazy woman! This guy, Mike, didn't reflect on him, he took the initiative to provoke others, but instead jumped up in anger at the first time, cursed, and reached out to pick up the chair behind his butt.
Unexpectedly, he poked a hornet's nest. There were more than 30 people standing up in the bar, one of them was counted as one, all with indifferent expressions on their faces, and their eyes were staring at Mike. It seemed that as soon as he did, these people would come around to tear him down alive.
Those little brothers from the Morio organization didn't care about their identity being exposed at this moment. They quickly protected Mike in the middle, putting their hands on their waists, touching the pistol hiding there.
Mike is indeed a manic disease, but he is not a fool after all. If he is a fool, he will not be a Shanghai Army pilot.
As soon as he saw the posture in front of him, he was immediately frightened. The chair he was holding in his hand was raised in the air, neither was it to be put away nor was it to be thrown away.
Hey, American, see where this is! That tough woman didn't take the bodyguards in front of Mike seriously. She shook her hand and threw the whole goblet glass on the ground, scolding angrily, "Catch that American and let the others go."
All the dozens of men took out their guns without saying a word, pointing a circle of black muzzles at Mike and the others' heads
To be honest, for Mike, the current scene is really the only one to see in his life. Although the security situation in the United States is not very good, and there are also gangs everywhere, there are few such fierce people who take dozens of gunmen to the bar.
The situation is stronger than others. Several younger brothers from Morio's organization did not dare to resist, so they ran back to report the news quickly
Mike was completely timid and surrendered obediently. Although his family background is not simple, it is Brazil rather than the United States. If the fight really starts, the final result will be a few more floating corpses in the Amazon River.
……
After Li Zaian heard the news, he lost his strength to throw the cup this time. This guy Mike is simply a natural troublemaker. I really don’t know how his father raised him.
To be honest, as an outsider, Li Zaian was not willing to have friction with the local gang in Manaus. After all, his power could not affect the place. Instead, he had to use his territory to transport poison.
It’s all because of the damn Mike. This guy has no idea that the world is so strong that he causes trouble all day long. Do you really think this is America?
His powerful father in the country can't care about Manaus, Brazil
If that woman can take dozens of gunmen out, there must be an organization with great strength behind her.
In Li Zaian's impression, there seems to be no organization in Manaus led by women.
However, the areas where the accident happened, including the port of Manaus, belong to the Kuha Group leader. Since this woman dared to bring so many people and appeared on the territory of Kuha Group, it is very likely that there is any relationship between the two.
Stop saying anything, let Ruo'ang contact Kuha Group to find out the situation and get people. If it is too late, I'm afraid I'll have to take out the body for Mike.
……
At this moment, in a terrifying and gloomy basement, there were various torture instruments and sexual abuse props piled up in the room: leather whips, wooden sticks, handcuffs, ropes, enema tools, triangular horses...
In the corner of the room, a white man, who was almost naked, was bent over and stood on a wooden stand with his butt sticking out. He was moaning constantly, struggling in vain!
This wooden shelf has a vertical wooden board on it, with three holes of different sizes on the board, just shackles Mike's neck and hands.
His feet were spread out and locked on the base of the wooden frame by shackles, so that he could only stand there with his legs spread out, bent down and sticking his hips, completely unable to move.
The tough woman Mike messed with in the bar was standing behind him, admiring his ugly face of struggle and wailing
This woman does have a cow-like figure. Her breasts cannot be described as plump, but should be huge and slim. Her two breast balls look like little pumpkins.
The woman changed into a leather queen outfit. Her big breasts on her chest were bounced with her breathing under the black leather jacket.
Wearing a pair of black high-heeled leather boots that are high to the knees and black suspender stockings on the thighs
Wearing a split leather skirt around the waist, through the gap on the side of the skirt, you can see the th-shaped black leather pants between your crotch, tightly wrapping her raised mound.
How do you feel for the American boy? The woman asked with a sneer, "Aren't you very straight-mouthed in the bar? Now I'll give you a chance to show it."
Oh... Sorry, I forgot that you can't speak. The woman turned to the front of the wooden frame and took off the clip on his tongue
It turned out that Mike had a wide clip on his tongue, and his tongue was cruelly pulled out of his mouth. He could only stick out his tongue in a mess like a dog, moaning and crying vaguely.
This guy, Mike, was confined to the torture instrument in a mess. It had been more than two hours. He could only stand bent down. At this time, his muscles were sore all over his body, and he was so uncomfortable.
His tongue was already numb and he couldn't recover for a while, and his mouth was vaguely crying like crying: Please... Please, let me go... let me go, my father is very rich, he will give you a lot of money.
The woman slapped her hands from time to time, and Mike's strong, muscular buttocks made a dull sound on her butt: What an impolite American boy, you're lucky this time, someone is already redeeming someone with connections... Otherwise, you wouldn't have lived now, and you would have been sunk in the Amazon River long ago, but you must learn a lesson
American boy, remember my name: Camilla Brenko, a woman picks up a wooden board like a ping-pong racket, and you will call me Queen Camilla in the future
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