super evolution

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They violently pushed and shoved these fanatics, forcing them to the corner of the roadside.

The fanatics wanted to argue with these big guys in a panic, but dozens of powerful mental waves pouring out of the car made them shut their mouths wisely.

More than [-] superhumans wearing silver windbreakers and with a black silk thread on the left chest with a badge of spades in a playing card came out of the car. They lined up respectfully by the door of a caravan. Bow and salute in unison.

The car door opened slowly.

A middle-aged man who was short and weak, but with brilliant hair, walked down with a black mountain vine cane.

He glanced at the messy ground around him, frowned, and waved his cane.

"Tomorrow, donate 100 million to the city hall and ask them to renovate the ground around here. Such a dirty road surface is full of holes, and it is too inconvenient for citizens to travel. Remember, when donating, there must be at least [-] people. Reporters are here!"

A bald man nodded respectfully.

He replied: "Yes, boss, your kind deeds will soon spread throughout the far continent. Your generosity is comparable to the saints of the Holy See."

"Ok!"

The man nodded in satisfaction.

He glanced at the fanatic who was cornered by his subordinates, and snorted dissatisfied.

The cane tapped the ground gently, and he whispered: "How many times have I told you? Keep a low profile, you must keep a low profile! How can you treat a group of devout believers like this?"

Taking unhurried steps in all directions, the man walked up to the fanatics leading the team.

With a bright smile on his face, he bowed seriously.

"Sorry, respected and devout believers, I apologize for my subordinates' brutality and rudeness. When I go back, I will teach them a lesson!"

Straightening up, he fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a checkbook.

With a few strokes of the quill pen on the checkbook, a cash check of 200 million was signed.

Not allowing the other party to refuse, he forced the check to the fanatics leading the team.

Then, he hugged the shoulders of the slightly bald fanatic leader affectionately, pulled his body around, and showed a bright smile.

"Crack!"

The flash flashed, and the scene was captured just right.

So, the serious monk, the man with a smile on his face, and the unique purple-gold cash check of the Commonwealth Bank are forever frozen together, recording an exciting scene of good deeds.

As soon as the photo was taken, the man left the stunned fanatic behind.

In front of others, he wiped his palm vigorously on his pants.

He calmly ordered: "Send this photo to the BBC tomorrow, and try to get a masthead for the second issue, saying that the pious Boss Watson is on the street, donating money to the orphans of the Guangming Holy See Orphanage."

The charming woman holding the camera winked at Huasheng while smiling, and twisted her slender waist charmingly: "Understood, boss. Your kind deeds are enough to move the Pope of Light to bless you! "

Watson pretended to sing piously, and then pulled out a jade bodhi hanging from a red silk rope from his collar and kissed it.

Blinking his eyes, Watson froze.

He hastily stuffed Yu Bodhi into his bosom, and took out a silver silk rope, on which hung a jade carving of Tai Chi.

With a cold snort of dissatisfaction, Watson sang a few words again. After stuffing the Taiji diagram back into his arms, he took out a thin white silk thread, and kissed the sterling silver shield of light hanging on the silk thread very devoutly. .

Twenty or so supernatural beings looked up at the sky together.

He seemed to be researching why there was no thundercloud in the sky and a bolt of lightning fell to kill his boss.

"Almighty God of Light, have mercy on us poor lambs!"

Watson shook his head in compassion, and stuffed the Shield of Light back into his bosom.

With a fierce wave of his hand, Watson rushed into an alley by the side of the road with more than [-] supernatural beings and nearly a hundred burly men, running for hundreds of meters like a group of wild dogs. Arrived at the door opening of a dilapidated old apartment.

The old man guarding the gatehouse watched the group of menacing people rushing towards him. He was about to press the alarm button, but Watson was already rushing over, yelling 'Aww', and slammed his cane fiercely. old man's face

The old man let out a miserable cry.

He fell to the ground holding his cheek that had been torn with a deep bloody gash, his body twitching violently.

Watson kicked the old man fiercely, and scolded angrily: "Damn old thing, I hate you guys who cause me trouble! Can't you be more behaved?"

He took out a stack of banknotes and threw them on the old man, and he turned around and rushed towards the door.

but!

Just a few meters away, he ran back again.

Picking up half of the banknotes thrown by the old man's side, he complained in a low voice: "This small injury can be fixed with a few hundred yuan at most. Although I am rich, I can't waste it carelessly. I will leave it to you. Two thousand...no...I'll leave you fifteen thousand, which is enough for you to heal your wounds, and buy some delicious nutritional supplements to nourish your body!"

Meticulously counting the banknotes he picked up, Watson stuffed his fingers into his mouth with saliva and counted carefully twice before stuffing the banknotes back into his pocket with satisfaction. .

The cane waved violently, and Watson roared loudly.

"Brothers, give it to me!"

A group of people rushed into the apartment building aggressively, went straight up to the 228th floor through the elevator, and finally came to the door of an apartment.He yelled with a gloomy face, and a muscular supernatural being more than two meters tall snorted, pressed both hands on the anti-theft door of the apartment, and directly opened the three-inch thick pure steel anti-theft door from the The walls were ripped off.

Boom!

A loud bang came.

A small piece of the wall near the door frame collapsed, and a burst of dust flew up. He rushed in with his people.

"Fuck!"

In a one-room apartment with a length and width of no more than five meters, on two mattresses stacked together, a handsome brown-haired man with a greasy face is entangled with a pretty green-haired woman fiercely, and they are in high spirits Carrying out the most primitive reproductive activities of human beings.

The anti-theft door was violently dismantled, and the bodies of the man and woman were separated violently.

The brown-haired man reached out to grab the automatic rifle beside the mattress, but a big foot had already grabbed it before him, and stepped on the automatic rifle fiercely. With a "click", the automatic rifle sank deeply into the floor, and the brown-haired man raised his head in despair, hissing and screaming.

Chapter 455 Money is Lifeblood

"God, boss... no, no..."

Watson rushed forward with a gloomy face. He swung his mountain cane and slapped the brown-haired man's lower body hard.

There was an ear-piercing sound of breaking through the air.

The brown-haired man let out a mournful wail, holding his lower body tightly with both hands, convulsing and convulsing.