Chapter 27 Attending the Banquet
first timing.

York had long known from the two men and the information they emitted that there might be something wrong with them and they were up to no good, so he took a step forward and hid in the middle shelf, while his right hand remained on his pistol: the Colt M1873 that he had modified.

"I just hope it doesn't burn me."

York narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the movement near the door through the gap between the shelves.

The two thin black men who had just come in glanced at the environment inside. Perhaps they found that no one was there, so one of them took out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at the boss who was sitting steadily at the cash register, and said viciously.

"Take out all the money!"

"Is it really the daily robbery?" Yorks hid in the shelf, speechless. He could just buy a toy and encounter the daily robbery in the Free Country.

He would only intervene in such emergencies when he was at work. When he was not at work, he would generally take a laissez-faire attitude and observe and evaluate whether to take action.

A flash of thought occurred to York's mind, and there was movement at the door.

As usual, the boss at the cashier counter was very calm. He raised his hands decisively under the glaring gunpoint.

"Okay, okay! I'll give it all to you. Just stay calm and don't shoot!"

While comforting the other person, he tried to get up from the stool.

Another black man standing nearby looked around and was responsible for observation. Then he threatened viciously: "F*** you! Don't play any tricks! Take out all the money! Quick!"

"OK! OK!" The boss moved quickly. He pulled out the cash box inside the cash register and took out all the money inside.

There were a lot of small bills in a pile, but York, who was hiding in the shelf, raised his eyebrows. The denominations of these bills were too small, either one yuan or five yuan. They looked like a pile, but in fact they were probably less than two thousand yuan.

Before York could grumble in his heart, the two thin black men seemed not to notice this at all. They just thought it was a lot of things, so they quickly put them all in their pockets, opened the door and ran out.

As fast as the wind, it would be a pity not to become a policeman.

Looking at the boss standing there shaking his head, thinking he was unlucky, and bending down to pick up the phone that fell on the ground, York continued to look for the gift.

"Hey, someone is robbing my store at this address."

Listening to the boss's words, York smiled and searched more vigorously.

A doll.

A kitchen pretend play set.

A set of MacGyver remote control locomotives.

A total of three portions were delivered, but they filled up the entire cash register.

"The total is $324." The boss, who had just finished calling 911, took a look and spoke calmly.

Yorkston, who felt that he owed a huge sum of money, felt the pain. The prices in this kind of boutique store were indeed high and not as cost-effective as those in his previous life in China. But there was nothing he could do about it since he was an uncle who was popular with children.

York took out his wallet, pulled out three hundred-dollar bills and one fifty-dollar bill and handed them over. He also picked up the toys that had already been put into the bag and waited for the boss to pay.

What’s interesting is that the cash box the boss pulled out was not the one just now, but the one on the bottom layer.

Using his height, Yorks could see the hundred-dollar bills piled on top.

Seeing the boss put his three hundred-dollar bills on top and then put smaller amounts in the upper till, York felt that the boss in front of him was a capable man.

"I'm sorry, did what happened just now affect you?"

The boss, who was considered a capable person by York, handed the small bills he found to the front.

York took the change and said calmly, "It's okay." After that, York nodded to the boss, opened the door and left. Walking towards the Fl50 Raptor parked on the street, York glanced at it habitually.

Pedestrians were walking home from work, and the cars in the driveway were moving in an orderly manner.

The two skinny black guys who took a big risk and robbed a lot of small money have disappeared without a trace.

"If I hadn't seen the looting just now, I would have thought this was a peaceful country."

York felt the tranquility brought by the outside world and continued walking towards his Fl50 Raptor. He opened the back door and stuffed Leila's gift in, then closed it and opened the driver's door.

Suddenly, a series of beeping sounds covered the sound of engines in the driveway, urgent and powerful, making people feel anxious and nervous.

"Coming." Yorks blinked, got into the car and closed the door.

He was very familiar with this warning voice.

This is the siren of a patrol car.

"Robbery plus the use of a gun is already within the scope of Code 3 (emergency, requiring the use of police lights and sirens)."

York glanced out the car window and saw two patrol colleagues appearing in his field of vision, cautiously walking into the toy store.

"Do your work well and don't get hurt," Yorks wished sincerely, he started the ignition, shifted the gear lever, stepped on the accelerator and drove away from the spot, heading towards home.

Not long after, Yorks changed into a more comfortable set of casual clothes at home, then got into his car and rushed to Taribo's home.

The area where Taribo lives is not as expensive as his, more comfortable, but also peaceful and safe.

It is about ten kilometers away from the city center, including the police station.

This distance is considered quite convenient. In free America where everyone has a car, a car is basically a necessity.

The area is vast and sparsely populated, so you need a car to commute wherever you go, otherwise you will encounter inconveniences everywhere.

"..."

Your scent lingers on the sheets this morning

There are new discoveries every day

Your body makes me fall in love
Oh—i—oh—i—oh—i—oh—i
Oh—i—oh—i—oh—i—oh—i
Your body makes me so attached
"..."

Listening to the song, York swayed his body gently to the rhythm and steered the wheel to another street.

A figure standing on the street waiting appeared in the field of vision.

It was Taribo.

Seeing Taribo standing on the street waiting, Yorks smiled slightly, slowed down the car and drove over slowly, stopping in front of Taribo, who looked surprised but slowly relaxed.

"Hey, buddy, do you want to sing a song?"

Taribo looked at York, who had one hand on the car window, looking cool and handsome, and listened to the rhythmic song coming from the car. For some reason, he sighed.

"I don't know who can take in a damn guy like you."

He is rich, reliable and strong in fighting skills. He is also very handsome with sharp features and a head full of brown hair. Even Taribo has to admit that this York, with one hand on the car window and a smile on his face, is really damn handsome!
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