"Hello, Bessie, I'm Bill, inviting you to do business together." Bill held the toner microphone and said in a thick voice.
"Go away, I won't sell it anymore." A cursing female voice came from the receiver, very angry.
Old Bill looked confused, and there were some strange sounds on the phone.
"I'm really dying, please let me go, I will die suddenly if this continues." On the other end of the phone, a depressed male voice begged.
"Sister, are you still a man? I am spending my money to support you, and you are already weak after only half an hour?"
"But I really can't do it anymore. I'll leave and I'll give you the money back."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of messy footsteps. It was obvious that the man kept by the rich woman had fled.
"Trash, you can't even make money lying down!" Bessie yelled.
Here, Renne and Garcia looked at each other. The woman opposite was so tough.
The corner of Old Bill's mouth twitched, and he stretched out his hand to cover his face: "You said you won't sell it, it turns out you are just keeping a pretty boy."
He used to have a headache with Bessie. She often had convulsions. Unlike others, she had mental problems from the beginning.
As for now, she is terminally ill and it was she who cut off her husband's lifeblood. For this reason, she not only got divorced, but also spent a year in jail and paid a large sum of money before being released.
"I'm happy to do it. If you have any questions, tell me the specific situation and treatment. I'm short of money recently." Bessie said in a clear voice.
Bill shook his head slightly and said: "Bramble Security Company, regular employee, responsible for training..."
The conversation went smoothly, but Bessie obviously couldn't stay at home anymore and was eager to kill someone.
Finally, she specifically asked: "Are there any handsome guys in the company? If not, I won't come."
What I’m talking about is the kind that lasts, not the waste of foreigners and middlemen, it’s best to last for more than two hours at a time, with the ammunition recharged..."
"Yes, there is a young and powerful Berserker, I guarantee your satisfaction!"
With a bang, Old Bill turned pale, put down the receiver, and hung up the phone, not to mention how fed up he was.
He was a little worried that after a few years of retirement, these people not only failed to adapt to society, but instead let themselves go.
If you can't control them, it's easy to do bad things. On the battlefield, orders and tasks are the most important.
Wen Xi smiled obscenely and looked at Sigur: "Brother, this girl is so powerful. Most people may not be able to subdue her. I have to rely on you, big brother."
"Yeah, if this woman comes, you'll need to restrain her. I hope your talents are real and not just blown away."
With a cigarette in his mouth, Garcia patted Sigg on the shoulder and said in a joking tone.
Sigg felt a little guilty, but still had a tough look on her face: "Humph, she's just a girl, I guarantee she will be killed until she loses all her armor!"
Ren laughed dumbly and stuffed fruit pieces into his mouth with his fork. He knew very well that after paying Shige and Wenxi their wages a few days ago, they went to whoring.
But it was Garcia who impressed him. The former nightclub prince actually stopped fooling around after falling in love with Shirley.
Everything went well, and after contacting his comrades, Bill took the banknote given by Renne and went to the Steam Alliance branch in Diramo City to purchase arms.
For this kind of thing, if you go with acquaintances, you can get a discounted price.
Everyone started to get busy. Sigg and Wenxi went to the Sunshine Community to inspect. The twenty cowboys recruited last time were rotated once a day and patrolled all the time.
The indigenous people are very violent. Without security personnel, those shops cannot do business with confidence.
Garcia taught marksmanship and gun fighting to 10 cowboys who took turns at the training ground rented by the company.
Some basic training, such as target shooting, long-distance running, etc., can still be completed at the training ground in Diramo City.
Thorn Security Company, this brand new war machine, began to operate.
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In the afternoon, when Ren was preparing to go to Mrs. Ellie to find out the progress of deceiving the Kangao people, an acquaintance came to visit, and a piece of news published in the Wisteria Evening News caused quite a sensation.
The Kingdom of Falorland, the 4th Brigade of the Second Army, with a total of 6,000 people, is about to enter the city of Diramo.
It is said that the leader of this army is none other than Sophie, the eldest princess of Falorland, a well-known beauty.
At this moment, Renn held two newspapers in his hands, one was the Wisteria Evening News, and the other was the Continental Observer.
Today, the content in the Wisteria Evening News is exciting enough. It can be said that smart people all know that a war is coming.
In the past, even after the Kangao people moved out, many civilians had illusions and believed that war would not come. But now, all hope has been lost.
After this news came out, the atmosphere in the entire plain became a bit depressing, and Renn knew more.
Randy Mack has led two three-star hunting teams to Orange Town and has begun to take charge of the Little Widow Hospital.
The old goat was liberated because of this. He had no intention of staying in Orange Town forever. He just agreed with Omar that he would participate in next year's decisive battle.
In the office of Jingjing Security Company, the old goat crossed his legs, sat on the sofa, and shook his wine glass: "Boy, you are amazing. We haven't seen each other for a while, and you have already set up a team.
Moreover, a tent area was built to earn money from those stupid natives."
Renne carefully read the two newspapers in his hands and asked without raising his head: "Zolo, have you chosen to join the 7th game?"
This news surprised him. Zolo was approached more than once in the seventh game, but he refused them all because he liked freedom.
After taking a sip of the red wine in the glass, the old goat looked at the office and said with a smile: "He lost an arm, although as a gunman, it does not affect his strength.
But he has realized that the Lone Ranger is not easy to mess around with. In other words, to a certain extent, he took the blame for you."
"So what, it's just a deal." Ren said with an indifferent expression.
Since he hid behind the scenes and took away Sigurd, almost all the hatred for killing Ghost Handla fell on Zorro.
However, Ren is not afraid of Zorro's revenge. Zorro is no match for him now.
The old goat chuckled: "If you have an arm missing, you can replace it with a new one at a high price, and he has no intention of causing trouble to you.
For someone like him, he would only seek revenge from the ghoul Duke Tucker and the Marquise Fenner of the Moon Wolf Clan."
Ren smiled faintly and didn't express any opinion. He didn't like Zorro, probably because he had thought about becoming a hero before and doing some good deeds that everyone would praise.
But now, he hates his former self.
Lane was reading another Continental Observer newspaper, which reviewed the top ten outstanding young people in mainland China.
The reference standard is the record, that is, whoever kills the most demons has high quality. The one at the top may not be the strongest, but he must be the most ruthless.
There is no doubt that these people above are the ones Renne needs to chase now.
