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Disgusting Victor is a pro!
What will the families of these CIA members think when they see the familiar faces on television?
Make it so this bunch of CIA can never turn their fortunes around!
Just slap on the label of a drug trafficker.
You want to mess with me, I'll disgust you to death first.
Augustine Przybylski thought it made sense, nodding vigorously. Seeing the ash on the other person's cigarette getting long, he trotted over and brought back the ashtray.
"By looking like this, do you have something to say?"
"Sir, you are truly impressive…"
Victor waved his hand, "Stop with the flattery, just tell me what you want."
"We're running low on funds, approve some more!"
"Get lost!"
New York. Eighth District.
Mike Corleone put on his suit and straightened his clothes in front of the mirror.
A man has to have his style.
"Boss, they're ready." A subordinate ran in and stood at attention.
"How many people?"
"10 people!"
