Chapter 84: The life of Remy

　　A fierce exchange of fire sounded in the bank, and almost as soon as the gunshots appeared, the bank staff pressed the alarm.

　　After the alarm goes off, it doesn't take a few minutes for the police to come.

　　Of this, the gangsters who had been prepared for a long time were naturally aware of this.

　　"Ding, ding!"

　　The bullets of the police's security fell on the cars of several gangsters, spattering sparks, but only leaving shallow dents.

　　Modified bulletproof car?

　　No wonder he was able to rush in directly without suffering any obvious damage.

　　The gangsters started to fight back, first a few tear gas grenades were thrown, and then the weapons in their hands roared.

　　Several security guards looked at the ferocious guns in the hands of a few gangsters. After one security guard was knocked down, the remaining people surrendered directly.

　　The crowd screamed and ran towards the door of the bank.

　　Several gangsters didn't care, pointing to the head of the security guard and asking the person at the counter to open the door.

　　At this moment, as the crowd moved outward, Mike and Remy LeBeau looked at each other, and after exchanging two glances, Remy LeBeau shrugged, and several cards slipped from his sleeves and were held by his fingers. After pinching and emitting a dangerous light, he flicked it gently and flew to the gangsters.

　　The cards are augmented with the ability of Remy LeBeau to fly fast, faster than bullets.

　　In just an instant, it landed on several gangsters, blowing them up and knocking them unconscious.

　　Remy LeBeau raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with three points of disdain and seven points of coolness.

　　It's a pity that Mike is not a woman, otherwise he would have screamed twice for the dashing Gambit.

　　And instead of screaming, he silently moved away from Remy LeBeau, gave him a thumbs up, and pointed behind him.

　　Remy LeBeau was stunned for a moment, then turned to look, his face shook, and he scolded in a low voice.

　　He saw a gangster stand up from the ground, remove the mask that was blown up, and reveal the face behind the mask.

　　A face full of scales, a mouth with fangs, and a face that looks extremely ferocious.

　　The gangster roared and charged directly towards Remy LeBeau.

　　Seeing the robber getting closer and closer, his folded hands slammed open, and the cards flew in the air. With his control, they circled around him like a butterfly, without hesitation. Flew to the robbers.

　　Bang, bang!

　　Hearing the explosions that sounded one after another inside, Mike laughed.

　　With that guy's ability, it should be fine, but it will take some effort.

　　Sure enough, after Mike stood beside his car and waited for more than ten seconds, Remy LeBeau came out with a sullen look after sorting out the torn clothes.

　　"Yo, it looks like the battle is fierce!"

　　Mike smiled teasingly, looking at the other party's clothes.

　　Remy Lebow noticed Mike's eyes, rolled his eyelids, and said, "This time I've lost a lot. My clothes are famous brands. You must invite me to have a few drinks."

　　"Fuck, you're relying on me."

　　Remy Lebeau smiled, sat in the passenger seat, and said to Mike who opened the door: "I just have nothing to do today, so I'll accompany you."

　　"Then I really appreciate it!"

　　"polite."

　　"Then go do something with me first."

　　"Doing errands? Collecting bills or killing people?" Remy LeBeau squeezed his chin and said, "If it's too troublesome, I won't go with you. If you want me to take action, it will be divided into fifty-fifty."

　　Mike twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Did your brain also flew out along with your cards?"

　　With that said, Mike started the car and went away quickly.

　　Then... find a harvester!?

　　Watching Mike's familiar conversation with sellers and bargaining, Remy Lebeau looked sluggish.

　　After a while, after securing the seller and sending it to his farm, Mike got in the car and saw Remy Lebeau staring at him blankly, raised his eyebrows and said, "What?"

　　"Cough!" Remy LeBeau coughed and said incredulously: "You, are you really farming?"

　　"So?"

　　Remy Lebeau was silent for a while, then smiled and said, "That's fine, it's much better than me."

　　Thinking of his current identity and experience, he couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

　　Mike glanced at Remy LeBeau lightly, this guy seems to have a story.

　　Then, he took Remy Lebeau to the car sales market. After choosing a very good SUV, he sold the pickup truck to a used car dealer in the market, and found a car dealer with Remy Lebeau then they go to the bar.

　　Remy Lebeau poured a glass of wine, and after drinking it, said to Mike, "It's not easy to drink your drink!"

　　Mike smiled and took a sip. After pouring the drink on the other side, he said, "Why are you willing to leave Las Vegas?"

　　Las Vegas is the prodigal gambler's paradise.

　　Remy Lebeau sighed, as if missing the good life before, and then smiled: "I can't stay any longer."

　　"Huh?" Mike raised his eyebrows and teased, "Which rich woman did you cheat on? Is she hunting you down?"

　　"In your eyes, what the hell am I doing?" Remy LeBeau was speechless for a while, and then said: "It's much more serious, I offended Hellfire."

　　"Damn, Awesome!" Mike picked up the glass and said, "Respect for your courage!"

　　Remy Lebeau looked Mike with a wry smile and said, "What about you? How did you become a farmer?"

　　Mike teased: "What? Looking down on farming?"

　　"How dare you!" Remy Lebow looked at Mike and said, "I just think it's a little incredible."

　　"I have children."

　　"There's no doubt about that." Remy LeBeau poured wine for the two of them, leaned back, and said, "I really envy you, freedom!"

　　"Huh?" Mike looked at each other suspiciously and said, "What do you mean? You..."

　　Remy Lebeau scratched his hair and said helplessly: "As you think, I lost my freedom, like a caged bird, trapped in this impetuous city."

　　"Remy..."

　　"?"

　　"It's out of fashion now to pretend to be a poet."

　　"Really? Hahaha!"

　　Remy Lebeau laughed, and then explained helplessly: "I came to New York to do something, I was targeted by a damn organization, and I signed an agreement with the other party."

　　"I worked for the other party as a special non-staff for five years, and the other party no longer pursued my crimes, and helped me get my previous case settled, and gave me a clean identity."

　　"I don't care if I'm innocent or not. The key is that I was caught, signed a contract, and brought this to me."

　　Saying that, he lit up a black wristband on his wrist.

　　tracking device?

　　Mike frowned.

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