Chapter 1701 - Got It, Take Action

A thought suddenly popped up in the boss’s mind that he had indeed seen a Guinness world record for eating hot dogs. It had actually been for more than 100. Huh? Did he remember wrong? It was over 200.

But thanks to Luke’s mental suggestion and the money, the boss immediately stopped worrying.

If they really stuffed themselves to death, it wouldn’t happen here, right? The boss mumbled to himself as he went back to work and grilled skewers like crazy.

Selina, on the other hand, exclaimed, “Something’s happened at the cafe?”

Luke also saw the image transmitted by the drone near the cafe.

50 to 60 burly men got out of cars at the foot of the hill and started climbing.

Carol’s cafe was the only building on this hill, and these people could only be there for the women.

Luke sighed regretfully. “Boss, are the skewers ready?”

The boss: “Yes, yes, coming right up.”

Luke told Selina to pack up the skewers as he went to get the car.

A minute later, his car stopped next to the stall. Carrying a big takeaway bag of meat, Selina and Gold Nugget got into the backseat.

The boss waved reluctantly. “Come again next time.”

He and his wife and daughter had been busy for an hour tonight, and had gotten 1,200 dollars from Luke.

With that last takeaway order of skewers, he had earned at least 150 dollars in “tips.”

He really wished that every day… No, every month, he had a “rich customer” like this. A little light-headed, the boss couldn’t help but make this beautiful wish.

…

A while ago, on the patio outside the coffee shop on the hill, Carol looked warily at Marcos next to Lorna. “Dana (Lorna’s alias), who’s this?”

Just now, she had seen Lorna and the man arguing on the path, so she had rushed over.

It was a good thing that Marcos was the one who was clearly “begging,” or Carol would’ve taken out a big knife.

The moment Lorna saw Carol, she was a little embarrassed. “He…”

Carol’s eyes swept between them and stopped on their hands. “Boyfriend?”

“That… yes.” Lorna wasn’t too surprised. Instead, she was relieved. Some answers were hard to give.

Carol looked at Marcos and said, “Let’s talk inside.” She then turned around and walked into the cafe.

After Lorna and Marcos followed her in, Carol brought over a bottle of water and placed it on the table at the door. “Have some water first. Dana, come with me.”

Marcos tactfully sat at the door and watched the two women walk behind the counter.

Suddenly, he heard some noise and turned to look outside.

The light in the cafe was brighter than outside, but he could still vaguely see a few people moving around. “Who is it?”

As soon as he said that, more people flooded the path. One of them, a short and fat man, smiled smugly. “Run, Marcos. Let’s see if you can run again.”

The crowd approached quickly, and Marcos’s face changed. He immediately hid behind the wall and yelled in the direction of the counter, “Be careful. Torres is coming.”

Almost instantly, the conversation behind the counter stopped, and Carol and Lorna ran out.

Marcos hurriedly warned, “Don’t come out. They all have guns. Run out the back.”

As he spoke, he picked up the chair next to him and pushed it into the doorway.

Forget closing the door; the cafe had glass walls.

He was only doing this to prevent the other party from charging in.

To Marcos’s surprise, Lorna and Carol didn’t look flustered.

He was very familiar with Lorna and knew that she had guts.

However, Carol, who was short and thin and dressed like an ordinary, guileless-looking person, asked indifferently, “Who’s Torres?”

Before Marcos could reply, Lorna simply explained, “The leader of a large local drug gang. He’s in charge of transporting illegal drugs.”

“Why are they here?” Carol walked around the counter and picked up two kitchen knives. She then opened a drawer and put a box full of steak knives on the counter.

Lorna didn’t look happy, but she still replied succinctly, “They want Marcos to be a drug mule, but he doesn’t want to do it. They stopped him in a bar in the city just now.”

Carol turned around and looked at her. “You were there?”

Lorna said, “Yes.”

Carol sighed. “Got it. I’ll take action later. Attack with all your strength.”

Lorna was surprised. “Full strength?”

This meant that whether anyone died or not didn’t matter; however, Carol had never been someone who liked to take lives.

Carol nodded and sighed to herself: Consider this my last bit of help to you before we part ways.

At that moment, the brawny men moved the chair out of the way and entered the cafe.

Defenseless, Marcos could only retreat to where Lorna and Carol were. He couldn’t help but ask, “Why don’t I draw their attention, and the two of you leave first?”

Carol glanced at him in surprise and asked Lorna, “Can he do it?”

Lorna was a little annoyed. “Just treat him like a big, bright lightbulb.”

Carol got it. She nodded at Marcos. “I see. Take it easy. I’ll deal with them first, and you later.”

The men who had rushed in spread out and surrounded the three of them; it appeared that they were in control of the situation.

A short and fat person walked in. It was none other than Torres. “Haha, why aren’t you running? Hm, another woman? Okay, okay, we’ll sell them together. They’re a little ugly, but they can still be sold for some money.”

Carol narrowed her eyes and gripped two table knives under the counter. “You sell organs?”

Torres couldn’t be bothered to answer the question. “Marcos, tell me about the Mexican route, and I’ll spare them.”

Marcos gritted his teeth but didn’t dare say anything.

He could defend himself, but now that the other party was using Lorna and her sister against him, he didn’t dare refuse.

Torres’s 20 men were all armed, most of them with pistols, and four with M10s.

At such close range, the shooters could hit them with the four M10s even with their eyes closed.

Carol took a deep breath. “Lorna, get ready! Go!”

When she said “ready,” Lorna dropped slightly and narrowed her eyes.

Under her control, two dark gray daggers floated out of a dark corner and quietly approached two burly men holding the submachine guns.

At the word “go,” the knives sped up and pierced the throats of the two men.

Carol threw out two table knives from under the counter at the same time. The blades drew two straight and blurry silver lines in the air as they shot at two other men.