Just like all successful criminal tycoons (Crime-Lord), Sgott-Obannon had a very fulfilling childhood that allowed him to receive a rich education:

When he was eight years old, he witnessed his mother going to the street to do business for credit points. He even heard the gentleman ask his mother a question when he was paying, and he also heard his mother's answer [Sir, money does not grow from a tree, I have to eat]

When he was ten years old, he witnessed his mother being robbed. A big man directly pressed his mother's head with a gun and said, "Leave money to spare your life." He even heard his mother ask when handing over the money [Sir, why do you do this?]. He also heard the robber's answer [Ms., money does not grow from a tree, I have to eat]

Since then, O'Bannon has respected the credit point very much. This vision and awe brought by a good education quickly made O'Bannon stand out and quickly promoted his career progress-- unlike those who are addicted to alcohol and belly all day long, O'Bannon does a very noble job.

This job is like this, a large number of credit points, poor credit points are often imprisoned in the security deposits of the big chaebols in a very inhumane way. These credit points not only face the crisis of imprisonment, but sometimes people also hurt each other for them - so O'Bannon often liberates these poor money and applies them to more useful places, such as establishing an order.

By 2492, O'Bannon, a small, small round face, had already established an orderly tycoon. Many of his men depended on him for their own sake, including many women like his mother. He also continued to engage in this noble property redistribution career, but now most of his career has been carried out from a large mansion in the Dead Port.

As a person with aspirations, Obannon is certainly not satisfied with being one of the criminal tycoons in the Dead Hong Kong. He wants to be the boss of the Dead Hong Kong, but this is a matter that requires time, opportunity, credit points and manpower. Therefore, Obannon is steadily advancing his career. For example, the prospecting and population trading career of Mainhof are all part of his great career map.

People with such pursuits are basically busy people.

Busy people don’t like to be disturbed very much.

So when Obannon received a correspondence from Mira, a mercenary in charge of security at Meinhof, he was not very interested. Although Mira had emphasized that this guy killed half a dozen robbers who plundered passers-by alone, Obannon didn't think so - what's wrong with being able to fight half a dozen, and what about he's been fighting a land war robot?

The only reason why Obannon could sit down and hold his favorite little cigar and prepare to talk to this guy who almost smashed his territory was not the so-called combat power, but the minerals. This guy is said to have a lot of news about rich mines, and Obannon needed this news.

One of O'Bannon's most capable assistants was standing next to O'Bannon. After seeing that O'Bannon had lit a cigar, he nodded to Mira on the other end of the video call, indicating that the mercenaries could start.

Mira immediately prepared to wake up Lehman who was tied up in a room. Of course, Mira herself was not in that room. She was not a fool. She locked herself and such a dangerous guy within the distance of fighting. Interrogation of this thing did not necessarily require someone to go there in person. Mira moved her fingers, and a four-wheeled robot immediately drove towards Renault who was tied to a chair, and then inserted it hard on Lehman's chest with the electric shock stick on the robot arm.

Nothing happened, Lehman was still hanging his head--Milla was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do. Could this electric shock stick be broken? Otherwise, why would this guy not wake up after being so electric? Is the medicine he gave was so powerful?!

Of course, what the future female mercenary boss doesn't know is that the problem really doesn't lie with her - of course Lehman was not confused by the drug. He now has a complete set of Zerg's toxin response mechanisms. If he can be fascinated by the drug, there will be ghosts. When he goes to sleep, he is completely a Sarnaga creation possessed on his body, and is made by a wonderful creature he calls the little guy.

The order he left to the little guy was to wake him up when the other party wanted to wake him up--the order itself was nothing wrong, but as a creature who followed him in Shakuras since birth, he didn't know that humans had this way of awakening. When they saw the electric stick stretching over, the little guy's first reaction was that he was to replenish it (the one who delivered food), or to hurt Lehman.

So the little guy simply adjusted the energy conversion cells, absorbed all the electricity, and then waited happily for the next feeding.

Mira was sweating profusely. Although she didn't respect O'Bannon and even wanted to replace her, she was now weak and hired by O'Bannon. If this was screwed up, the money and the next plan would be over, so she immediately asked the robot to inject Lehman with a drug.

This drug was originally intended to be something that would support Lehman's life if he fainted after being tortured. The main component of the drug was adrenaline, which was generally similar to the Marines' injection bag.

But when the medicine is injected, it has no effect like a stone sinking into the sea. The little guy is very interested in fresh substances, no matter whether you are torture drugs or new alien stones. Since they have been sent, how can you not take them?

"Milla, Mira, Mira," Obannon's calm and low voice rang in Mira's ears through the jump communication, "You can't do this? You actually killed me. Now there is no good news about the mineral."

Mira cursed in her heart. She knew that Obannon might not care about this guy at all, nor was it really that the lack of a clue would have a big impact on the prospecting operation. This old bastard just wanted to take the opportunity to lower the price and give her some money. Thinking of this, Mira was also a little annoyed. She turned off Obannon's voice and held her breath to the microphone in the cell.

After shouting out this voice, the little guy finally recognized that this was an action that made people sober. After all, Seromos often woke up the sleeping Lehman by increasing the intensity of his mind. So the little guy who had eaten fresh food happily turned off the dream in Lehman's brain and woke him up.

Lehman is having a beautiful dream generated by his memories. In the dream, the beautiful woman who played the legend of the new White Snake and Sister Ju Ping, who was the last one who was named after Ju Ping, was dancing lightly in the gauze skirt, singing the song "Thousand Years" in a slow tune:

【Who said in his ear……】

Then Mira's shout came to his ear:

"Have you the fuck up!!!"

The dream of Ju Damei suddenly disappeared. Lehman stared at Mira's big face on the screen held by the robot in front of him, and immediately started to scold him without a single blow:

"Milla-Han!!! I'm your ancestors, I finally had a good sleep and had a good dream and you made a bad face for me!!! I tell you, it's worthy of being a silly dreamer, and you deserve to be played by Xiao Ma X in the future!!!"

This large section of the movie has to be silenced until it collapses. As soon as the words came out, Obannon and Mira were stunned. Why? They didn’t wake up from the electric shock and didn’t wake up from the injection of medicine. They shouted you and you woke up. Where did you come from the voice-controlled smart corridor lights? You!

Who is the pony? What a slander to put the Play? Watt? Who? Watt?----Milla is also confused.

But after being confused, Mira quickly returned to normal. She quickly opened her surveillance room and went to Obannon's voice and said to Lehman in the cell:

[Mr. Echio, you said that you had something to do with Boss Obannon. He is waiting for the other end of the line now. You can tell the news about your mineral. Of course, before you speak, I remind you not to use tricks. The room you are in now can kill you in more than a dozen different ways before you make any rash moves]

Mira's words are not exaggerated. This fully enclosed basement is surrounded by warship-level armored packages, and it is impossible to get out at all. There are a variety of equipment that kills people inside the material, and the opponent's melee ability has no room for display--so after that, Mira plans to turn off the image and voice. After all, she cannot eavesdrop on the mineral information so blatantly. If this guy survives, she will have the next way to get mineral information from that guy.

However, the situation reversed faster than Mira pressed the button, and Lehman had already spoken:

"Mini matters are fake, those are broken ore. I have another deal to talk to Mr. O'Bannon, a deal that is beneficial to both parties."

"Child," Obannon, who was sitting in the villa of Dead Port, spoke after squirting out a cigar smoke. "I don't know what tricks you played, or where did you get the confidence that I feel like I won't kill you after such a juggling set, and I'm not interested anymore. Goodbye."

After O'Bannon finished speaking, he pressed a button with a very poor nature, and then took over the system on Mira's side in shocked eyes, directly activated the death trap in the cell. Under Lehman's chair, a passage to the underground crusher for waste disposal was opened.

However, the speed of these broken machines was obviously not as fast as the sword dances of the Dark Templars. Lehman directly used brute force to untie the shackles, and then moved to the front of the robot's camera at the same speed as a phantom and grinned:

"Mr. Obannon, I insist on talking to you. You won't lose money in this deal. Believe me, but can I ask you to give up trying to burn me with that laser?"

Obannon shook his hand and pressed it down.

It was a laser generator rising from behind Lehman. It was originally used to burn the prisoner's limbs for torture, but when it was turned on to the maximum power, it would be a weapon that could instantly burn a person's head. Now, such a murderous ray hit the back of Lehman's head at the speed of light.

However, under the shocked gaze of Mira and O'Bannon, the brief red dead light was blocked by something like a light blue eggshell, and Lehman also made a heartache expression appropriately and said:

"Damn it, Mr. Obannon!!! I don't want to waste the energy of my precious equipment for this indifferent temptation! Believe me, this must be a good deal for both of us!"

A guy who is extremely powerful and can't catch the movement speed of his eyes, is not afraid of electric poisons, and has equipment that can withstand lasers. In an instant, Obannon's head, the old faces of several other competitors flashed through his head, and then he looked like he was attending their funeral.

The tycoon from the Dead Hong Kong sat upright again:

"Aiqio, right? Let's talk about it, your business."
Chapter completed!