The third brother tilted his neck and saw the section in the newspaper, but his eyebrows were furrowed together.

“Rare Animal Beauty Pageant?”

The third brother knows that this competition is a competition hosted by Shadu Entertainment News. Shadu will be held once a year, and this year is the fifth.

However, the participants are basically all the ladies and socialites in the Shangcheng District. They can be said to be small-scale quarrels, and more...

"Boss, you may have just come to Shadu and don't know much about some things."

The third brother first asked Link to find a step, and then said: "Although this activity is written to be registered for all, it is mainly aimed at the noble ladies and ladies in the upper city. It is an event within their small circle, and it is difficult for outsiders to squeeze in. Moreover, this activity takes a long time and has many processes. Now it is just the primary election. The final will not start until mid-to-late May."

"Even if you win the championship in the end, the reward will be only 150,000, which will not solve the urgent problem."

Now that the Jack Gang's territory is lost, there is no sign of any sale of animals in the basement.

It's still one week before we can pay monthly payments to Baihetang, and the journey of Jack's gang will become more and more difficult.

When the boss came back, he took confident steps and said that the Jack Gang would be in glory. The third brother thought that the boss was confident.

But after knowing the boss's suggestion, the third brother's heart seemed to be poured with cold water, which was cool.

Link saw the change of the third brother's expression and said without changing his expression: "It's okay, I just treat the animal beauty pageant as a pedal and use the opportunity to expose the reputation of the Jack Gang's wild animals. By the way, third brother, you can arrange the manpower now and copy out an empty room. The bigger the better, I'm useful."

The third brother wanted to advise him again, but hesitated for a while but still couldn't say it out loud. Besides, he might make the eldest brother feel disgusted and have a counterproductive effect.

This wave of Baihetang was aggressive and directly grabbed the lifeline of the Jack Gang. The boss was thinking about animal beauty pageant, and ignored the low-pressure of the gang brothers.

It's over now, it's over completely!

The third brother ordered three or five people weakly: "You, you, you, and you, come with me to clean up the house."

The thugs' faces were full of reluctance, and the people who were clicked had a very bad expression.

"The territory is gone, why are you cleaning up the house now? Are you planning to train us to be a nanny?"

"If we continue like this, we can't last for two months, right?"

"When Jack was there, his revenue and expenditure were just flat. Now that the territory is gone, it will definitely collapse, it's just a matter of time."

The third brother clapped his hands and said, "Okay, don't complain, it's bad if the boss hears it. Just move things quickly."

Link opened the file bag in the office and took out all the information inside.

Many thugs' words are crooked and their strokes are trembling. It can be seen that writing is a very difficult thing for them.

This has nothing to do with the educational environment in slums.

There are also schools in slums, but what they teach is only the most basic reading and literacy.

Rulers and powerful people do not want anyone to cross the class, so they have always adopted a policy of captivity for slums.

Two days ago, Link had just taken charge of the Jack Gang. Due to external pressure, he had never had time to get to know the Jack Gang's brothers.

Now, taking advantage of the opportunity to read the files, I will also learn more about my subordinates.

Because it was noted before that you would write your special skills, everyone racked their brains.

Link glanced, unlocked locks, and theft were commonplace, and there were also a variety of people who wrote about driving and rolling dice.

Link first focused on looking through his specialties. What impressed him the most was a young man who wrote "Oral Skills".

This specialty made Link shudder all over and remembered the name of this person - Quentin.

After a while, the third brother knocked in the door sweating profusely and said, "Boss, the room has been cleaned up."

"You have summoned Ah Fu and everyone to the rest area. I have something to announce."

Link stood up, stroked the folds on his shirt, and walked out of the office.

The third brother and the thugs were like eggplants made from frost, and they were wilted with their heads down.

Link remembers that when he went out in the morning, the thugs were filled with brilliant brilliance, which was his expectation and yearning for the future.

But now, everyone was in vain and stood in the rest area weakly.

It's like a doll that can be played with, or it's like an emotional zombie.

The territory was gone, and Baihetang took action. The boss not only did not lead them to counterattack, but instead shrank.

They could only watch Jack help the "terminally ill" old man, and died a little bit, but there was no way.

A deep sense of powerlessness has taken root in everyone's hearts.

Ah Fu was the last one to arrive, and ran back from outside in a hurry, sweating profusely.

"Afu, what did you do?"

Link asked curiously as he looked at Ah Fu's panting.

"I'm practicing driving at the entrance of the alley. Didn't the boss tell me to practice driving well last night?"

Link put his hands on his chest and sat half at the dining table: "Wipe the sweat first, and then take out the things in his backpack."

The dog licker quickly handed over a tissue, and Afu simply wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and took off the reinforced backpack from his body.

"Boss, are you just putting it here?" Ah Fu pointed to the empty cement floor.

The third brother and the thugs looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what the boss and Brother Fu were talking about.

I don’t know what the boss wants to show them to them.

Afu reached into the reinforced backpack, and soon something fell to the ground in the backpack.

Everyone's eyes were all focused on the black pistols on the ground, and someone exclaimed soon.

“USP1995 classic semi-automatic pistol!”

"Isn't this just a pistol?" the thugs around couldn't help but say.

"This is not an ordinary semi-automatic pistol, this is the classic usp1995 model! If it is placed in the underground black market, this pistol can be sold for 6,000 Wasteland Gang!"

"What? It's over... ten times?" The thug opened his mouth wide and looked at this ordinary usp pistol. Unexpectedly, the price was more than ten times more expensive than the usual usp!

"Six thousand wasteland gangs are enough for us to collect half a street of protection fees." Many thugs took a breath.

Ah Fu ignored so much. No matter how amazed the thugs, he just took out all the guns in his backpack and fell to the ground according to the boss's wishes.

Afu's enhanced backpack is like a bottomless hole, and the pistol falls out of it.

The thug who knew the gun never stopped amazement.

None of the pistols that Brother Fu took out from his backpack were big street products.

“m2000,p29,m1911…”

"Hiss! The collector's version of Colt's six-stroke revolver, the underground black market is priced at one price of 10,000 yuan!"

The thug watched the gun fall to the ground and his body trembled.

In his opinion, these are all works of art, and it is really distressing to fall to the ground.

The third brother's head was buzzing and blank now. There were more than a dozen pistols on the ground, but looking at Ah Fu's posture, not only did he not have the intention to end, but he became even more excited.

Although the others didn't understand, they became excited as they looked at taking out so many guns from their backpacks.

"Your name is Zhang Ming, right?" Link flipped through the file and found a young man named Zhang Ming. The specialty he filled in was "Gun Recognition".

Zhang Ming, who was called to his name, was a little panicked and was also happy inside. Unexpectedly, the boss actually knew his name.

"Boss, it's me!"

"Since you feel sorry for it, let's help Ah Fu clean up together."

"Okay!" Zhang Ming's bright smile on his face couldn't stop it. Being able to touch his beloved big baby with his own hands is simply a dream journey.

Zhang Ming walked forward quickly and placed all the pistols on the dining table.

Ah Fu took out his last pistol, patted his hands, and let out a sigh: "The pistols have been exhausted!"

Zhang Ming looked at the dazzling array of more than a dozen pistols on the table, his eyes lit up.

These are simply works of art!

The eyes of other thugs also shone with light. The boss made so many guns at once, which was clearly going to cause trouble!

"Boss, you are..." Before the third brother could finish his words, A Fu raised his hand and interrupted him.

"Don't worry, there's still in your bag."

Various miniature submachine guns, single-bore shotguns, and then assault rifles.

The weapons Afu took out of his backpack became more powerful and his shape became more and more exaggerated.

In addition to the original firearms, there are also enhanced models with modified configurations, and there are even several assault rifles that Zhang Ming cannot call out.

When Ah Fu finally came out with his sniper rifle with both hands, Zhang Ming's mouth was so wide that he could stuff a fist into it.

The third brother and other thugs behind him have gradually become silly, their eyes are dull, and their brains are completely out of order.

In addition to the guns on the table, the capacity of Afu's backpack made them feel unrealistic.

"This is the butcher's dismemberment..."

Zhang Ming trembled and said the name of the sniper rifle.
To be continued...