Chapter 329: Lost 1

Pumpkins and Halloween, the phrase "Trouble without sugar", I'm afraid everyone who has watched American dramas will not be unfamiliar.
But in the 20th century, in 1931, this activity was actually not welcomed.
Especially in the context of the Great Depression, some young people with limited financial resources have gathered together to carry out vandalism and crime with the goal of the community.
According to the statistics of the previous year, the Pumpkin Festival in some big cities has caused losses of more than US$100,000 to a single community.
"We need to make some preparations." Li Zitao does not want to spoil the children's fun, as long as it is safe.
With the exaggerated prepared cloak, hide the submachine gun, and then pretend to be an adult accompanying the child, it feels bad.
"It's like a soldier who is lurking into the enemy's camp. The atmosphere of the festival is destroyed by you." Adelaide complained with a wry smile.
"At least they don't know yet." In front of Nu Nu's mouth, who was running in front of him, he still thought these precautions were necessary.
Li Zitao found that the police on the road did not show up for a long time after learning that the "Neil Lawsuit" was celebrating.
It may be that a large number of people gathered in the center of the city or other places, and the mounted police were dispatched to maintain law and order.
It also means that the safety factor here is reduced. After experiencing several shootings, a sense of crisis has always been with him.
Although the deadliest time, it came from his self-direction.
But for normal people, he should be vigilant enough to be normal enough.
Bring a mask and cloak, and follow the children to each house to ask for sweets.
Thanks to the rich or middle-class people living here, the atmosphere is very harmonious.
Except for some people who were surprised when they saw Eric.
Fortunately, this is the north. In the south where slavery was abolished, the Aboriginal Land Law, or apartheid, prevented black people from entering the white community.
"Eric, you should say thank you." Adelaide shouted into the room outside the lawn at the door.
The focus is more than ‘thank you,’ she’s explaining the facts to the strange looking crowd,
They’re my kids, you should be careful about your every move.

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The expected trouble did not appear, and the children were having fun.
Perhaps it is because people are immersed in the joy of ‘defending freedom’.
Li Zitao is also very satisfied with this, and making a protection plan does not mean that he wants to see the danger happen.
It was precisely because he did not want to see danger that he made such an arrangement.
The Halloween carnival is over, and the BMW309 series is officially on sale. He did not pay much attention to the specific sales.
He is more concerned about new oil fields that can quickly bring huge benefits than the automotive industry, which is still young.
The depth of 2400 meters makes drilling work unprecedentedly troublesome.
No one has been able to drill to such a depth before, and every step they have to be careful, constantly modify the plan, make new plans, and ensure the safety of personnel.
Once there are casualties, there may be countless human rights organizations jumping out, chanting various flags, making drilling operations impossible to continue.
Every second of delay is a serious loss for him.
Don't forget that he is still a debtor who is in debt, waiting for money to pay off the debt!
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Hua Guo, Pearl, Fang Bang Zhong Lu, a negotiation is under way.
"Boss Gu, I know you collected the money, but Zhang Xiaolin saved my life." Mr. Du sat at the Eight Immortals table, picked up the teacup and lowered his head, blowing the tea leaves on the surface.
"Mr. Du, trusting people to be loyal, I don't need to say this?" Today, Gu Rumao regretted it.
When it comes to fighting and killing under his hands, his power is no worse than anyone.
But now Mr. Du, Huang Jinya and Zhang Xiaolin, the three of them twisted into a rope and kept pressing him.
Not to mention his ‘North Jiangsu tycoon’, even the Pearl tycoon can’t bear it!
"Everyone is gone. Who are you entrusted with?" Mr. Du covered the teacup and looked at him with a smile.
Mr. Du is as ordinary as a man, and has a very thin body. When he is put outside, he doesn't have much to do as a coolie.
But it was this man who was as thin as a bamboo pole and seemed to have no threat, and the pressure on him was overwhelming and overwhelming.
"Mr. Du this is something that makes me do words without faith. Although Gu Rumao has never read a book, he still knows how to write the word Xinyi."
Gu Rumao can go to this day and now, not only by his courage and fist, but also by his reputation.
If you say it, you spit a pit in one spit, and that sounded so good.
This will allow him to collect the money without doing anything, and the name he laid may be greatly damaged. This is not what the money can buy back.
"I will let Zhang Xiaolin publicly apologize in the newspaper, and send another 10,000 silver dollars to your house. Is this the end?"
Despite the tone of inquiry, Mr. Du's expression is an overbearing ‘I’m in charge of this matter’.
Gu Rumao was naturally not satisfied, but he also knew each other.
If he continues to insist on his own views, the end result is that both sides will fight hard, no one wants to have a good life.
"...Good." Gu Rumao considered again and again, but nodded and agreed.
Even if his face is black and terrible, he really can't bear it. Before taking over this matter~EbookFREE.me~He didn't expect Mr. Du to maintain Zhang Xiaolin to such a degree.
Moreover, previously he sent 3 waves of people, want to take advantage of the opportunity when Zhang Xiaolin is out.
Who knows that every time to the end, none of his people came back.
Earlier, there were rumors that Zhang Xiaolin could fight, and now it seems that the rumors are true.
"Happy." Mr. Du clapped his hands, and Zhang Xiaolin, who was hiding behind the screen, came out.
While walking forward through the window, a bang sounded, Zhang Xiaolin's temple was penetrated by bullets, and his eyes were fixed with resentment.
Boom.
The corpse fell to the ground with heavy weight. It used to be like a stealth knife, which could be blocked in front of Mr. Du and quickly closed the window.
"This, this is not the person I arranged." Gu Rumao said in surprise.
"I know—let's go first." Mr. Du smiled a little ugly, but people still walked away from the teahouse with Zhang Xiaolin's body.
"Sir, do you want to chase?" Xiaodao sat in the co-pilot, and looked around with vigilance.
"Forget it." Some tired rubbed his temple, before thinking about how to save Zhang Xiaolin, this would already be thinking about how to swallow his property and territory.
He wanted to save Zhang Xiaolin not only because the other party had saved his life, but it also meant something from golden teeth and some people.
He did everything he could, and personally negotiated with Rumao to negotiate and give Consul General Y's management.
But a bullet from the other party made his efforts fall short. This Chinese marquis was much more spicy than he thought.
Next, it depends on whether the police can find someone. If he can't find anyone, he has to consider whether he needs to call one.