No matter how hard Lisa tried, coloring the entire cross red.
But the imaginary storage space still didn't appear.
"What's going on here?"
Lisa looked at the cross in her hand and frowned.
Although she didn't see Smith open the cross with her own eyes, she did see Smith use the cross's insertion function, with her own eyes.
She had witnessed Smith drinking a glass of milk that should have gone bad from the stand.
So the analogy of the stand having a modification function would not be false!
"Should I ask Ron?"
Lisa thought to herself.
The necklace was Ron's thing. Maybe Ron would know something.
"Can't! I can't go. How am I going to explain that the ear is in my hand?"
Lisa quickly dismissed the idea of asking Ron.
After all, she couldn't explain why the ear was in her own hands.
It was good enough that Ron didn't give her any trouble.
It was best not to provoke Ron at this time.
Lisa looked at the cross in her hand and fell silent.
...
The next day.
Ron woke up early. After washing up, he changed into the clothes he was wearing and
Then left the apartment and drove to the suburban warehouse where he stayed yesterday.
This warehouse was a full two hours' drive from the apartment where he lived, the
very remote.
An ordinary person wouldn't rent such a remote warehouse.
But because it was so remote, no one would ever find out about his plan.
When Ron arrived at the warehouse, in front of the huge iron gate, there were already seven or eight big trucks full of goods parked.
And in the distance, there were several other trucks coming towards the radar.
These were the goods that Ron had ordered in advance yesterday.
"Hello, may I ask if you are Mr. Ron?"
Seeing Ron's arrival, a truck driver came forward and asked.
"Yes, I'm Ron, thank you for coming so early."
Ron smiled and said to the truck driver.
"You're welcome, since this is our job."
The truck driver nodded, then took out a contract and handed it to Ron, continuing, "This is the contract for the goods you ordered, please check it out, if there are no problems, we can go into the warehouse and unload the goods."
"Can." Ron took the form and carefully reviewed it for a while to
After determining that there were no problems, only then did he let a few trucks start unloading the goods.
It took nearly half a day to unload twenty-seven large trucks before completing today's unloading task goods
Including bread, meat, clean water, milk, all kinds of drinks, all kinds of snacks, food ...
In short, Ron ordered everything he could think of for seeds.
The current supplies in the warehouse alone were enough for Ron to live alone for several years.
After sending off the truck driver, Ron confirmed that there was no one else around, and then stood alone in the warehouse.
Looking at the goods that supported the mountain of goods, Ron nodded his head in satisfaction.
Then he took out the one. A cross.
Since the cross had absorbed his blood, he only needed a thought to utilize the cross's storage ability.
With his thought, the palm of his hand emitted the dazzling light of the cross.
Majestic power, candlesticks of brilliant stars, swam out from the cross.
The powerful attraction sucked the goods in the warehouse into Ron's cross cleansing.
The warehouse that was unknown to be piled high, knotted into emptiness in the blink of an eye.
Those goods, all of them now entered Ron's Cross Cleansing.
And the time in the cross space was stopped, so those foods, even if they were stored inside for a million years, they wouldn't deteriorate.
After doing all this, Ron closed the door of the warehouse.
Then, he drove back to the city center.
He had an appointment with the loan company to meet tonight.
Right now, he still stood afraid to come out against the gang.
...
Rt. 233.
Ron walks into an office building with his materials.
At the reception desk sat two sets of bald men in suits with
Skin exposed places amber, are a set of horrible hideous tattoos, overlooked a tenth. Scary.
It also made Ron sure he was here.
"Ron, right? I'm Wilson who spoke to you on the phone yesterday."
A bald man looked at the material in Ron's hand and spoke coldly, the
It was exactly the same as the rough shell of a voice from yesterday's phone call.
"Hello, Mr. Wilson." Ron nodded.
"May I ask what you want to do with the three million dollars?"
Wilson asked with a raised eyebrow.
Although they were more than willing to lend money to a fool like Ron.
But he was still curious, what did a guy as young as Ron want with so much money?
"I want to use this money to start a business, you know, nowadays, if you don't have enough startup capital, it's absolutely impossible to succeed.
"And since I'm so young, it's impossible for those investors to throw money at me, so I had to think of another way."
Ron had prepared an excuse a long time ago.
It was very reasonable for a young aspiring entrepreneur to borrow money from a gang in order to realize his entrepreneurial dream.
"Very well! I like ambitious young people like you!
""It's good to be bold, as long as you pay me back on time every month, I won't give you any trouble."" I might even be able to give you some help. "
Wilson nodded, then took out a contract and said, "Sign this contract, and the money will be on your card within a day."
"Thank you very much, you are truly a valuable person on my way to business!"
Ron put on an appreciative look.
Then he briefly looked at the contract and signed his name.
Not caring at all that he would be down helping three million dollars of debt.
A month later at the end of the world day, the money became a waste of debt. Paper.
Even the invincible gangs, at the end of the world in trouble.
This three million for nothing gift.