The boss suddenly remembered that he had read the Guinness Book of Records for eating hot dogs. It really was more than a hundred. Wait, was he wrong? It was more than two hundred.
But thanks to Luke's mental suggestion and the money, the boss immediately dropped his worries.
If it really was full, it couldn't have happened to be at his place, right? The boss murmured to himself, and went back to work as a laborer.
Selina, however, was surprised. "Something's going on at the coffee shop?"
Luke also saw the image sent back by the drone near the coffee shop.
At the foot of the coffee shop, fifty to sixty men had just gotten out of their cars and were climbing up the hill.
Carol and Selina's coffee shop was the only building on the hill. Those people could only be coming for them.
Luke sighed regretfully. "Boss, are the skewers ready?"
The boss said, "Yes, they're coming."
Luke asked Selina to pack up the skewers, while he drove not far away.
A minute later, his car stopped next to the stall, and Selina jumped into the backseat with Gold Nugget with a big bag of skewers.
The boss waved his hand reluctantly. "Come again next time."
Tonight, he, his wife, and his daughter worked for an hour, and earned 1,200 dollars from Luke.
Last time, they only packed up some skewers, and earned at least 150 dollars as a "tip."
He really hoped that he could have such a "generous customer" every day … no, every month. He would be satisfied. The boss was a little carried away, and couldn't help but wish for the best.
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A moment earlier, on the terrace outside the coffee shop on the hill, Carol looked warily at Marcus, who was next to Lorna. "Dana (Lorna's current name), who is he?"
Just now, she had seen Lorna pulling and arguing with this person on the path above. Worried, she had immediately rushed over.
Fortunately, Marcos was clearly in a "begging" state. Otherwise, Carlo would probably have taken out his broadsword.
Lorna was a little embarrassed when she saw Carol. "He …"
Carol's eyes swept between the two of them and finally stopped at their hands that were holding each other's hands. "Boyfriend?"
"Well … yes." Lorna wasn't too surprised. Instead, she was relieved. There were some answers that were hard to say out loud.
Carlo sized Marcos up and said, "Let's talk inside." He turned around and walked into the cafe.
After Lorna and Dana came in, Carlo took out a bottle of water and put it on the table by the door. "Drink some water first. Dana, come with me."
Marcus tactfully sat at the door and watched as the two women walked behind the bar counter. Faint sounds of conversation could be heard.
Suddenly, he heard some movement and turned to look outside the door.
The light in the room was brighter than the darkness outside, but he could still vaguely see a few figures moving in the direction of the sound. "Who's there?"
As soon as he finished speaking, more figures surged out from the small path. Among them, a short and stout figure laughed complacently. "Marcos, run! Why don't you run another one for me to see. "
The crowd quickly approached, and Marcos's expression changed drastically. He immediately hid behind the wall and shouted to the bar counter, "Be careful, Torres is coming with his men."
Almost immediately, the conversation behind the counter stopped, and Carlo and Lorna ran out.
Marcus hurriedly reminded them, "Don't come out, they all have guns. You guys quickly escape from the back."
As he spoke, he picked up the chair beside him and pushed it to the door.
There was no need to even think about closing the door. For the sake of aesthetics, the coffee shop had used floor-to-ceiling glass doors, and there was even a floor-to-ceiling glass wall on the side.
He had only done this to prevent the other party from rushing in through the door.
What surprised Marcos was that Lorna and Carlo didn't seem flustered at all.
After all, he was very familiar with Lorna, and he knew that she was bold.
But Carlo, who was short and skinny and dressed like a typical honest person, had an indifferent expression on his face. "Who's Thomas?"
Before Marcos could answer, Lorna explained straightforwardly, "He's the leader of a large local drug trafficking gang. He's in charge of transporting illegal drugs."
"Why are they here?" Carol walked around the bar. She picked up two kitchen knives and placed them in front of her. Then, she opened a drawer and placed a box full of steak knives on the bar as well.
Lorna's expression didn't look too good, but she still answered succinctly, "They want Marcos to help them deliver the goods, but he doesn't want to. He was stopped at a bar in the city just now. "
Carlo turned to look at her. "You were there too?"
Lorna: "Yes."
Carlo sighed. "Got it. I'll make my move later. You attack with all your might too. "
Lorna was shocked. "All my might?"
This meant that he didn't care about life or death, and Carlo actually didn't want to kill anyone.
Carlo nodded and sighed inwardly. Consider it as me clearing some trouble for you before we leave.
At that moment, a group of men pushed aside the chairs at the door and entered the coffee shop.
Marcos was unarmed, so he could only retreat to Lorna and Carlo. He couldn't help but say, "Why don't I give them a shot later, and you guys can leave first?"
Carlo glanced at him in surprise and asked Lorna, "Can he do it?"
Lorna was a little annoyed. "Just pretend that he's a big lightbulb, the kind that's very bright."
Carlo got the gist of it. He nodded at Marcos. "I see. You rest first. I'll take care of them first, and then we'll talk about you. "
The men who had rushed in spread out and surrounded the three of them, as if they had control of the situation.
A short and fat figure walked in. It was Torres. "Haha, why aren't you running? Oh, there's another woman? Okay, I'll sell them all together. They're a little ugly, but we can still sell them for some money. "
Carlo narrowed his eyes and gripped the two knives in his hands. "You guys sell organs?"
Torres couldn't be bothered to answer. "Marcos, give me your Mexican channel, and I'll spare their lives."
Marcos gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, but he didn't dare say anything.
He could get hard on his own, but now that the other party was threatening him with Lorna and her sister, he didn't dare refuse.
Torres's twenty subordinates were all armed with guns. Most of them were pistols, and four of them were holding M10 submachine guns.
At such a close distance, the four M10s could hit the three of them even if they closed their eyes.
Carlo took a deep breath and said, "Lorna, get ready! Begin! "
When she said that, Lorna bowed slightly and narrowed her eyes.
Under her control, two grayish-black daggers floated up from a dark corner and quietly approached the two men holding submachine guns.
As soon as she said "begin," the daggers sped up and shot into the throats of the two men from the side.
Carlo threw out two table knives at the same time from under the counter. The blades drew two straight and blurry lines in the air as they pierced the faces of the other two men with submachine guns.
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