Martin Luther lived up to his status as the leader of the Red Hand Gang in Washington, DC.
He was keenly aware that something was wrong when everyone else was unaware and lazily basking in the sun at his door.
Although this kind of sharpness only allowed him to react one minute faster than those mediocre people, it was also proof of his ability.
This was a black community with the Potomac River flowing behind their houses.
The economic situation of the residents here is generally not optimistic, and the lawns in front of their yards are messy and even filled with debris and garbage.
Hip-hop black men in twos and threes, wearing pants that hang down to their knees, baggy tops, and turbans, with a "ghost pistol" with an unidentified firearm number on their backs, are doing nothing on the streets.
It is a very typical black community. Whether it is micro-crimes such as theft and fighting, or vicious crimes such as murder and home invasion, people will not feel disobedient.
This is also the headquarters of the Red Hand Gang.
Here, the patrol officers of the Washington Police Department dare not stop and pass by for more than five minutes.
Because they know that the police here are not a profession that can protect their personal safety.
On the contrary, the next moment they may be hit by a bullet fired from an unknown window in the complex terrain, drilling into the back of their head, and then piercing the police badge on their forehead and smashing it to pieces!
Then, if you don't have any connections, you may not even be able to take the body out of this neighborhood.
It's just a policeman, he's dead. Is he worthy of having the entire police department and the Red Hand Gang fight against each other?
In fact, it didn't become popular at all, because many veteran police officers also have the distinctive tattoos of the Red Hand Gang on their bodies.
That is, a ferocious red demonic hand.
Black police gangs are a characteristic of the United States, don't play if you don't like them!
Martin Luther's dark skin seemed to have been smeared with oil, and his strong muscles were firm and thick.
His whole body looked like a shiny black wild boar, fierce and wild.
But this time, he noticed something unusual, but it was not like usual. The news came from inside the police station.
It comes from his small but shrewd eyes.
A simple muscleman can join a gang, but he certainly cannot become the leader!
Seeing that the sun was already approaching noon, Martin Luther got up from the bed. The woman beside him, half asleep, asked him for some high-potency medicine.
He ignored it, after all, who knew if this white chick would survive another day on this block?
Although she may be a little princess in an ordinary family of three.
Although she is young, beautiful and kind-hearted, she can distribute relief to homeless people on the street.
But now, after all, she is a missing person, she has become addicted after all, and she has attracted many capable young men to swallow her saliva yesterday.
This is not his wife, not even his girlfriend.
Playing with friends who can blast people's skulls with guns won't hurt your majesty as a leader, so just play with them.
As for what this woman will become after receiving so much "playing" from black people?
Martin Luther didn't care and didn't care.
No, he still cares a little about the profits from such a high-quality product and starting to receive customers after training.
After all, this is his business.
However, since Martin Luther got up, he has been feeling inexplicably irritable, but he can't find the reason.
A dark-skinned boy walked in, first whistled at the snow-white body on the bed, and then spoke to him.
"Boss, Su Lun said that the disobedient police officer we have has been put in the police file and can be dealt with."
"He will leave traces of accepting bribes. This man is now a shady policeman and a criminal."
The younger brother said nonchalantly, and after mentioning that a police officer who refused bribes with the most firm attitude at the beginning became a black police officer in the file, he smiled in a rather evil way.
Oh, poor little police officer. I guess his father, who has been a policeman all his life, would be so angry that he died on the spot because of this humiliation, right?
Martin Luther frowned and lit his cigarette. Although he was inexplicably flustered, he had done this kind of trivial matter hundreds of times.
He gave instructions in a familiar manner: "Remember, the process cannot be sloppy. First dismember, knock out all the teeth, crush all the fingers, then run through concentrated hydrochloric acid three times, and finally throw it into the river."
Knocking out teeth is to destroy tooth marks, crushing fingers is to destroy fingerprints, hydrochloric acid is to destroy DNA, and rivers are.
river?!
Martin Luther suddenly had an idea and understood the source of his heart palpitations.
It’s so quiet on the Potomac River!
Washington is so quiet!
There is no roar of public transportation and noisy crowds. The capital of the United States is so quiet for the first time in hundreds of years!
Martin Luther remained calm.
"Are there any events today? Are public facilities in Washington down?"
"Who knows what those sons of bitches in the government are doing. Anyway, all public transportation has been stopped today. I heard it is an energy line problem. Roads are also blocked and pipelines are damaged. Everything is really happening at the same time."
The younger brother complained indifferently.
It's all nonsense!
Martin Luther thought to himself.
It's good that Washington is incompetent, but the economic damage caused by a one-day shutdown in Washington is so great that it makes people unable to breathe!
In the face of such economic interests, they won't stop everything no matter what they say!
What's more, damaged energy lines and pipelines could sink all the ships on the Potomac River?!
A blockade of this level is either a severe plague or a war!
As a knowledgeable black man, in Martin Luther's mind, only these two things could make those bureaucrats give up the daily economic benefits of Washington!
He jumped up from the bed as if he was electrocuted.
With his naked body exposed, he immediately summoned all the strong young men of the Red Hand Gang and opened the gang's weapons arsenal.
"RPG, rifle, ammunition, shotgun"
The presence of prohibited weapons in the arsenal of a criminal police gang is not surprising at all.
Every boy around him was armed to the teeth, and he gathered a hundred gang members, all of whom were tall and strong black men.
This scene made Martin Luther feel a little relieved.
But this is not enough.
"Is the human wall ready?"
He asked his younger brother.
"It's no problem." The younger brother replied while checking the bullets. "The old people, children, and the trained goods in our hands are all on the outskirts of the community. Anyone who wants to attack here must run over them first! But who dares?
Do this! Haha!”
My little brother's brain is not as good as mine, but that's true.
Martin Luther nodded in agreement.
Public opinion is more powerful than guns. Who in this world dares to open fire on women, children and the elderly. And it’s black women and children!
"Boom!!!"
With the violent sound, the soil, houses, foundations, and stones all rolled like liquefied waves!
The sturdy building that the Red Hand Gang has been operating for a long time was built according to standards that can withstand the attack of the police's quick reaction force.
But under the impact and heat of the shells, high-strength, high-thickness building materials are as frivolous as the cream on the cake.
"Wow! Flesh and blood are blown up in piles. This is called art!"
"Did they gather in advance to facilitate our bombardment? Otherwise, it would not be easy to achieve this effect!"
A heavily armed National Guard equipped with artillery, armored personnel carriers, and tanks was watching not far from the community.
Every officer holding a telescope had his blood flowing faster and his face full of excitement under the stimulation of flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Every soldier who controls weapons to attack the homeland of his own country cannot wait and is not satisfied.
No human being in their right mind would show such an expression when they see their own kind being slaughtered.
No soldier in his right mind would be so excited about carrying out a mission of massacre on his own soil.
None of them are normal, they are the "scum army" assembled in an emergency.
The disparity in personnel quality of the United States Army is well known throughout the world.
It does not mean that their military literacy is poor, but the discipline and purpose of their army
Every country where the United States has troops stationed can produce a thick stack of indictments.
And even in such an army, the crimes of killing and raping civilians for no reason will also be dealt with.
But this time, Mr. Myron, whose power is rooted in the military, wanted to fulfill the president's order and Bai Tangjing's instructions.
If you want to make full use of the "500,000" target, you must not let your soldiers show any mercy.
But as long as a soldier has a normal mind, how can he not be merciful?
As a result, those "scumbags" who were dealt with in the army had a new use.
Ordinary soldiers do their normal job of "guiding the crowd", while the scum army
They need to kill without mercy to let the wary and insecure people know——
We want to kill you, but it's too easy, too simple!
Four big white men in United States military uniforms stood in front of the tank, and "YMCA" was played loudly in the team.
This is a very old and powerful song. In the 1980s, it was very "representative" in the United States.
Amidst the cheerful music, the four officers looked at the damaged houses in the distance and the humans who were shocked, stabbed, and burned to death inside.
The horrific death scenes of the same kind appeared before our eyes, but they all seemed to be on a lively dance floor, swaying their limbs happily.
He even stuck out his moist tongue and licked his lips!
With their neurotic eyes, smiles from the underworld, and actions that disgust people and ghosts, they are known to be the best of psychopaths!
If we only look at the degree of abnormality, their status in war psychosis is just like the Bai Tangjing in Behemoth! Guo Haihuang!
"Forward. Forward!"
One of the four people shouted after the artillery cover. The first sound was slightly normal, but the second sound was almost impatient.
The rumbling tracks crushed the spacious streets of Washington. They ignored all obstacles and advanced in a straight line toward the Red Hand community in the complex terrain of the city.
The chassis is a pure war design, allowing the fully covered crawler tracks to easily crush any obstacle. Whether it is a car or a huge concrete block, whether it is a reinforced prefabricated panel or a high-strength wire, everything will be crushed into debris.
At the same time, it also performs a task that is not part of its mission, that of a meat grinder.
Blood was squeezed out from the tracks like juice.
The survivors of the Red Hand Gang were frightened by the shining sparks and the meat grinder. They peeled off their weapons and bullet belts like poisonous snakes, and stood harmlessly by the roadside, raising their hands to signal.
There is no threat to myself.
These tall black men are crying like a dog with its legs broken.
"No! Have mercy! Please!"
Then, they were cut into pieces by the personnel carrier following the tank, using vehicle-mounted machine guns.
The music of "YMCA" was still playing in a loop, and the four officers liked the reverberation of the singing, screams, and wails.
"HI! YOUNGMAN!"
A big guy in military uniform used his strong arms to hold up a machine gun and fired, leaving only broken walls like cardboard.
It was directly torn apart by bullets! The gang members behind were also shattered on the ground.
One of his hands is a prosthesis equipped with the genetic fluid of the earth's core creatures, and can control even a vehicle-mounted machine gun with ease.
The officer was tone-deaf. When he shot the gang members, his body was still shaking unconsciously from the pleasure.
"No one left alive - oh oh! No one left alive!"
The newly compiled lyrics don't rhyme and are not pleasant to the ear, but everyone in the army is happy to kill.
With the high-potency medicine distributed by the commander before departure, saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, and no one cared.
Gang members and community residents are busy incontinence, running for their lives, or running for their lives while incontinence, and no one cares.
Another one of the four big guys also hummed a tune and poured several grenades into a house.
It wasn't until he felt that the vitality of the ordinary people inside was being wasted away in pain and despair that he stopped twisting like a dance.
"BOSS, that's not right. Mr. Myron asked us to keep a few people as examples to scare other soft-footed shrimps!"
The big guy at the head paused slightly with the machine gun in his hand.
Yes, the commander's order is to "shock the civilians." If you kill all these toys here, wouldn't it have no deterrent effect on the large crowds a few kilometers away?
The black people huddled in the corner, frightened to the point of nervousness, suddenly had a gleam of hope in their tearful eyes.
Maybe he can survive?
"Da da da!"
But the next moment, the big guy started laughing and firing without stopping!
On the land of the gang members, there is once again a pile of scraps of flesh and bones.
"What's the use of a living person? What's the fucking use?!"
"You! Go pick up a corpse and disembowel it. Tie him to the front of the tank! Tie him into a cross! No! An inverted cross is enough!"
"伱! Go grab a living person and weld a sky-high steel bar on the roof of the armored personnel carrier! Let him insert it alive!"
"I want to make him wail long enough for him to stop!"
Every slight vibration of the armored vehicle will become endless pain for the unlucky guy.
Each of his wails could be heard throughout the neighborhood!
As the scum army advances, it will spread throughout Washington!
The leader's unrestrained artistic creativity made the entire scum army happy.
But he is still not satisfied with so many achievements. Wouldn't it be a pity not to use them all?
Finally, the big guy who got off the tank accidentally stepped on Martin Luther.
This burly black man who dominated the Washington underworld was no different than a pile of dead pork.
The big guy looked at his body and followed him around.
You definitely can’t carry it with you whole body, it takes up too much space.
Ears? Too small and not strong enough.
Palm? I can’t tell the left and right at first glance, so I can’t tell the quantity, which is not shocking enough.
Turning his eyes, he saw Martin Luther's shiny bald head.
"Kaka"
The prosthetic palm clamped the black man's bald head like a cake, and he pulled out a fighting knife.
"Wow! BOSS! You are so good!"
The men listened to the sound of friction between the skull and the knife, and watched the big guy remove a whole piece of scalp from the black man's head!
exclaimed in unison!
"Gentlemen, don't waste it!"
The big guy held up his scalp and laughed, preaching to his team.
"Let's decorate all the tanks and vehicles!"
"YES, SIR!"
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