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In the back seat of the car, Tohru and Happy stared at each other. Ah Fen was driving the car and saw this scene.

He understood what was going on, and Tru was suspecting himself to be a badass again.

After all, it's all the old man's fault in the antique shop.

In the past, Trudeau did a good job in the Mafia, but since following that bad old man, he has become softer and softer, which is not a good thing.

"True, look at this!"

Fortunately, they were already prepared.

Ah Fen drove the car and threw the file bag that had been prepared into Tru's arms.

"The boss asked me to prepare this before. I know that you are just confused and can't remember some things."

"The bag is full of your previous materials, as well as the precious memories of our work together. You can see it yourself."

"Ah, is it?"

Trou tore open the file bag in a little confusion.

The first photo that came into view was a photo of him and Valon.

Wa Long was still wearing a dark green suit and was leaning on a cane, while he was standing behind Wa Long, holding an ice cream in his hand, with a happy smile on his face, and the two formed a good sense of the picture.

"How about it, a photo of you and the boss."

"You are the boss's most proud subordinate, so the boss likes you very much."

Ah Fen said suddenly at this time.

"Ah, I am indeed right."

It was indeed him and Valon in the photo, but something was wrong.

Tru scratched his forehead in confusion.

Then scrolling back, there were some robbery cases done by the mafia, there were black and white photos and newspaper news, without exception, he was included in these reports.

There is even a photo of him holding a prisoner number plate No. 1549 and wearing a black and white striped prison uniform.

"I, I've been in there before!"

When Tru saw this, his eyes were a little dazed.

When he recalled it, it seemed that he was really a member of the mafia organization and had committed many major crimes.

"certainly!"

"Look at that fat man next to you, you scared him like a quail."

Ah Fen paused and looked at Happy in the back seat of the car.

"Be confident, Tru, you're the best badass, and there's no one better than you at this point."

"Tch, it's boring."

In the co-pilot seat, Ah Fu pouted, he didn't have time to accompany Ah Fen to fool Tru.

He has only one thought now.

It doesn't matter who it is, come to an opponent, he is going to fight now!

"So, it's true..."

Tru looked at the file in his hand, then at Ah Fen who was driving, and turned to look at Happy with a frightened face.

As far as the current situation is concerned, he seems to be... indeed a bad guy.

Tru's eyes gradually became fierce, and the previous naive temperament disappeared.

The trump card fighter of the Mafia is officially back!

...

Times Square, inside the newspaper building of the Daily Bugle.

"Hey my little rascals, how are you getting ready?"

"Is the live broadcast signal ready?"

Mary Alice Walker said, frowning.

In the office, in front of the computer desk, a few unlucky people from the Bugle Daily were working hard, and the gunmen were pointing guns at them, as if they would punch holes in their heads if they disagreed.

"Ma, it's ready now~"

They nodded tremblingly, for fear of offending the crazy woman in front of them.

Those colleagues who were dragged out because of previous acts of resistance and have not returned until now are their lessons learned from the past.

"That's good, but don't make mistakes."

Mary was lazily leaning on the sofa, and behind her were a large number of desperadoes, all of whom worked for money.

Looking at the shivering employees of the Daily Horn, Mary smiled. She had completely controlled the place.

"Sister, the boss is back."

The younger brother in charge of monitoring the newspaper building said suddenly at this moment.

"Oh, our gifts are here, hurry up, everyone move."

Mary jumped up excitedly, completely without the lazy look before.

She was ready to meet Varoon.

"Good job, Mary!"

Walloon was the first to walk in.

Behind him, Trudeau was carrying Tony and Obadiah one by one like a chicken.

I have to say that this appearance is really unsightly. The faces of the two big figures of Stark Industries are all black at the moment.

"Wow, you're Tony Stark?"

Mary excitedly leaned in front of Tony, face to face with his nose to nose.

"Tony, I'm your fan, do you know that?"

"This is the first time I meet a live idol, so excited and happy!"

Tony was tied up and motionless, and it would have been embarrassing enough to be carried away by a big man.

Now it's stuck on the face by a crazy woman. To be honest, Mary is very beautiful.

Especially the tossing of that orange-red hair made her look like a royal sister.

But despite being so pretty, the face on the right side of her was pale, which made people panic inexplicably.

"Um, lady, please stay away from me, I'm not such a casual person!"

Tony stiffened his neck, the last of his stubbornness.

"Hey, it's really bad to talk!"

"Boss, are you going to take him to the rooftop to play?"

Mary suddenly said to Valon as if she remembered something.

"Any questions?"

Valon frowned. He arranged a perfect stage play and didn't want any flaws.

"Of course no problem. The winch and the carabiner are ready."

"But when I think that such a pretty face will be smashed to pieces, I feel sad."

Mary showed a sad expression, reached out to touch Tony's face, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"If you don't give me his face before then, I will keep it safe."

"???"

Mary's words shocked Tony with goosebumps all over his body.

This woman is really crazy and terrible.

There are also winches, iron locks, and the location is a rooftop, which makes him have an extremely bad premonition.

"Don't mess around, Tony is the highlight of tonight."

"If you like, Mr. Obadiah can collect it for you."

Valon shook his head with a smile, and tapped Obadiah, who was pretending to be dead, with his cane.

Obadiah shuddered and nearly passed out.

Without such a bully, he was beaten when he made a sound, and if he didn't make a sound, he would fall into the hands of a crazy woman?

Damn, is there any way out!

"Cut, I don't want it. I'm so fat and bald, so I don't have such a strong taste."

Mary curled her lips in disgust, she prefers Tony's, it will look good at home.

"Hey, what are you going to do?"

Tony had no time to care about Mary's hobbies, he struggled desperately and shouted at Valon.

"Don't be nervous, you'll know later."

"That's the feeling of shouting, it's good, keep it up."

Tony's state is full, which makes Walloon even more satisfied.

"True, take them upstairs."

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