Chapter 1718 Got It, Let's Do It

The boss thought inexplicably, it turned out that he seemed to have seen some Guinness record for eating hot dogs, it was really more than a hundred, um, did I remember wrong? It is more than two hundred.

But with Luke's spiritual hints and Qian's explicit statement, the boss immediately gave up this kind of carelessness.

If it's really exhausting, it shouldn't be so coincidental that it happens to be here with me! The boss muttered in his heart, and went back to work as a coolie and crazily grilled skewers.

Selena gave a light snort, "Is there something wrong with the coffee shop?"

Luke also saw the footage from the drone parked near the coffee shop.

At the foot of the coffee shop, fifty or sixty big men just got out of the car and started to go up the mountain.

Carol's coffee shop belongs to the only building on this hill, and these people can only go for them.

Luke sighed regretfully: "Boss, is the bake done this time?"

Boss: "Okay, okay, come right away."

Luke asked Selena to pack the skewers this time, while he drove not far away.

A minute later, his car was parked next to the booth, and Selena, carrying a large bag of barbecue, ran into the back seat of the car with the gold nuggets.

The boss reluctantly waved: "Come again next time."

Tonight, he and his wife and daughter were busy for an hour, and they got $1,200 from Luke.

This last time, I only packed a few skewers, and at least earned a "tip" of $150.

I really hope that every day... no, there is one such "big customer" every month, and I am satisfied. The boss was a little flustered, and couldn't help but make good extravagant hopes.

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A moment ago, on the platform outside the coffee shop on the top of the hill, Carol looked warily at Marcos beside Lorna: "Dina (Lorna's current name), who is he?"

Just now, she saw Lorna arguing with this person on the small road above, making a lot of noise, so she rushed over immediately worried.

Fortunately, Marcos is obviously in a state of "begging", otherwise Carol would probably have to take out his big knife.

When Lorna saw Carol,

Suddenly a little embarrassed: "He..."

Carol's eyes flicked between the two, and finally stopped at the hands they held together: "Boyfriend?"

"That... yes." Lorna was not too surprised, but breathed a sigh of relief. Some answers are always difficult for herself to say.

Carol looked at Marcos, but said in his mouth: "Go in and talk." Then he turned and walked into the coffee shop.

When the two of Lorna followed in, Carol brought a bottle of mineral water and put it on the table at the door: "Drink some water first, Dana, come with me."

Marcos sat at the door with interest, watching the two women walk behind the bar, and there was a faint conversation.

Suddenly, he heard a movement and turned to look outside the door.

The indoor light was brighter than the night outside, but he still vaguely saw a few shaking figures at the position where the sound came from: "Who?"

As the voice fell, more figures emerged from the path, and one of the short and fat figures smiled triumphantly: "Run, Marcos. You should run another one and show me."

As the crowd approached quickly, Marcos' complexion changed drastically. He immediately hid behind the wall and shouted to the bar: "Be careful, Torres is chasing him with someone."

Almost instantly, the conversation behind the bar stopped, and Carol and Lorna ran out quickly.

Marcos quickly reminded: "Don't come out, they all have guns, you run from behind quickly."

With that said, he picked up the seat beside him and pushed it to the door.

There is no need to think about closing the door. For the sake of aesthetics, the floor-to-ceiling glass doors used in coffee shops even have part of the floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall next to them.

He did this only to prevent the other party from rushing in through the door.

What surprised Marcos was that Lorna and Carol didn't look panicked.

Forget about Lorna, after all, he is very familiar with her and knows that she is bold.

But Carol looked short and thin, dressed and dressed like a typical ordinary and honest person, but at this moment his expression was indifferent: "Who is Thomas?"

Before Marcos answered, Lorna simply explained: "The leader of a large local trafficker gang is responsible for transporting prohibited drugs."

"Why do they come here?" Carol walked around the bar, picked up two western-style kitchen knives and put them in front of him, then opened the drawer, and put a box full of steak knives on the bar

Lorna's complexion was a bit bad, but she still answered concisely: "They want Marcos to help them deliver the goods, but he doesn't want to. I blocked him once in a bar in the city just now."

Carol turned to look at her: "Are you there too?"

Lorna: "Yes."

Carol sighed: "Understood. I will do it later, and you should attack with all your strength."

Lorna was surprised: "Full strength?"

This means that life and death are irrelevant, and Carol actually never wanted to make a fuss.

Carol nodded and sighed in his heart: before leaving, I will finally clear up some troubles for you.

At this time, a group of big men opened the seats at the door and entered the lobby of the coffee shop.

Marcos was unarmed, so he had to retreat to the side of Lorna and the two, and couldn't help saying: "How about I come to them later, you go first?"

Carol glanced at him in surprise, then asked Lorna, "Can he do it?"

Lorna was a little angry: "Just treat him as a big light bulb, the bright one."

Carol probably understood, and just nodded from Marcos: "I see, you rest first. I'll solve them first, and then talk about your problem."

The big men who rushed in the door dispersed and half surrounded the three of them, seeming to control the scene.

A chunky figure just came from the outside, it was Torres: "Haha, why don't you run away! Well, there is another woman? Well, well, we will sell them together at that time. Although they are a bit ugly, they can still be taken apart. Sell ​​some money."

Carol narrowed his eyes, and the hands under the bar held two table knives: "Are you still selling organs?"

Torres didn't bother to answer this question at all: "Marcos, tell me about the Mexican channel you have, and I will spare them from dying."

Marcos gritted his teeth and inhaled, but didn't dare to speak for a while.

He can be hard on his own, but now that the other party is threatening Lorna and her sister, how dare he refuse it outright.

Torres' more than 20 men were all armed with firearms, most of which were pistols, and four of them were holding M10 microchargers.

At such a short distance, the four M10s could hit the three of them by sweeping with their eyes closed.

Carol took a deep breath: "Lorna, get ready! Start!"

When she said her preparations, Lorna bowed slightly, her eyes narrowed.

Under her control, two small gray-black flying knives floated up from a dark corner, quietly approaching two big men with micro punches.

And as soon as the word "start" was uttered, the little flying knife accelerated instantly and shot into the throats of the two big men from the side.

Carol also threw two table knives with both hands under the bar at the same time, and the blades pulled out two straight and fuzzy silver lines in the air, and went straight into the faces of the other two slightly rushing men.