1382: C1382 Remember It's Rolls-royce

C1382 Remember It's Rolls-royce

"Whatever request you have, as long as you don't hurt the hostages, we will fulfill any conditions you have."2

Tang Wu purposely hid behind a staff member and walked out slowly. The gun in his right hand was pointed at the staff member's back.

"We want two cars. We want Rolls-Royce's. The rest of it feels too cheap." Tang Wu twitched his mouth and said.

Hearing this, the person who asked the question was troubled. This was the first time he saw such a robber asking for a car, and even asking for a brand.

"I don't have much time, hurry up and reply!" Tang Wu shouted ferociously.

"Alright, don't get too worked up. I'll send someone to find a car for you right now. Do you have any other requests?"

When the person who asked the question saw how excited the robber was, he immediately agreed. After all, the most important task was to calm the robber's emotions.

"Two Rolls and two barrels of gas. Hurry, I'll give you twenty minutes. I'll kill a hostage in less than a minute." Tang Wu shouted ferociously.

After saying that, he took the hostage and retreated step by step. Soon, he returned to the bank.

"Ah!" Seeing this, Mt. Tai trembled in anger. If not for the fact that his eldest brother had been stabilizing his emotions, he would have rushed up to them.

"Captain Taishan, what should we do now?" the man in red asked.

"What else can we do? Hurry up and find a car. Remember, it's Rolls-Royce!" Tarzan shouted at the men in red.

In the bank, after Tang Wu came back, he told the staff who worked in the bank to return to their original corner.

However, Tang Yi and the others would never give up such a good opportunity to tease Tang Wu.

"Say, Little Wu, aren't you too weird? You actually want Rolls Royce?"

"So what if you want Rolls Royce? Haven't you ever sat in a car before? I don't believe that you don't want to drive it?" Tang Wu hurriedly retorted without any intention of blushing.

On this side, a farce had ended. In a bar 30 miles away, two sides suddenly started fighting.

"He's the one who drugged our boss and hacked him to death!"

It was unknown who was shouting, but six or seven people held steel blades and started chopping at a person lying on the sofa.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the screams of pain went from high and weak one after another. Two minutes later, the person lying on the sofa had completely stopped breathing.

"You are doomed, do you know who he is? He is the head of the mafia!"

Just as this person finished speaking, he was hacked to death by six or seven people. However, a group of black people suddenly rushed in from outside the bar.

The African men all had ferocious expressions and wore black suits. There were only two similarities between their bodies. There was a scorpion tattoo on their neck and they held long watermelons in their hands.

There were a total of forty to fifty black men. Although there weren't many of them, they were quite impressive.

They aggressively charged in and hacked at anyone they saw, regardless of whether they were men or women. It was as if they had a grudge with the watermelon knife in their hands. They had to let the knife in their hands find something to grind it with.

"Everyone run, the Mafia is here!"

Two minutes after the bar fell into chaos, another group of blacks came running down the second floor with long knives.

Strands of cobras were tattooed on their arms.

"Mafia, what do you mean! Do you think that our Cobra doesn't exist?! "

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