They must have forgotten what Donnie's core business is now!
Sure enough, just as Andrew Mellon had thought.
First, those who began to intervene in the investigation of the matter were the local police officers.
Elk Hills highway, the roadblock of Pandora Oil Company, was just 200 meters in front of the roadblock of Pan American Petroleum Company, where people from both sides could shout to each other and hear exactly what the other was saying.
"How about it?"
At this moment, Richard Hengkel was sitting on a temporary seat placed there, with a bottle of beer in his hand, his legs crossed on a makeshift table, and a clear smile on his face.
Next to him was Hawthorn, who had been in a state of rage before, but now he was wiping his Browning Machine Gun affectionately, without a trace of anger on his face.
Behind them stood a team of twenty.
"I'm asking you, how do you feel now?"
