In the distance, a headlight flashed past, and a Mercedes-Benz truck was seen. The truck was not the same model as the one driven by these black people, and was obviously much larger. The truck came speeding with the wind and sand along the way, and the bright light of the headlights tore the night apart.
There was a bright gap.
The black people looked back at the truck. It didn't look like it belonged to them, but the truck rushed towards the maintenance shop from a distance. The huge roar of the engine made everyone tremble. The truck was like a derailed locomotive.
Coming roaring towards the black people.
In the darkness, a black man shouted, "Get out of the way! He's not one of ours!" All the black men scattered in an instant. The truck was rushing too fast, and many black men were knocked down while running away in panic.
, the explosive in his hand exploded in his own hand before he could throw it out.
The truck stopped, the engine was still thinking, the bright lights were still on, the door opened, and a middle-aged man stepped out with a shotgun in his hand. More than a dozen strong men jumped out of the truck.
The men came here with shotguns in their hands, and they came here with their guns pointed at the black men. If any black man dared to move or make a noise, he would shoot and kill him.
Shotguns rang out several times, and several black people fell to the ground. No one among the more than 300 people dared to move. The middle-aged man took out a card from his pocket, and under the illumination of the car lights, everyone
Everyone can clearly see the pink card with the plum blossom brand printed on it.
The middle-aged man said with great momentum: "We are a big circle! If any black man dares to move, our guns will be merciless!"
The black people did not dare to move. They had thrown away all the explosives in their hands. Although they were large in number, the iron tools in their hands could not defeat the shotguns in their hands. Moreover, they were from Daquan! How many Daquan people were there?
It's awesome, hundreds of times more powerful than this bullshit black alliance. There are members of the big circle all over the world, but there are not necessarily black people in the world.
These black people are afraid, they are afraid of this pink club card, they are afraid of the big circle!
"Get out of here if you don't want to die!" the middle-aged man holding the club card yelled angrily.
The black people left. They did not have the courage to fight with the descendants of China. After the black people left, the door of the maintenance shop was reopened. The wounded who were injured by the bombing were taken to the hospital in trick cars.
The cousin walked out, hugged the middle-aged man tightly, and said excitedly: "I didn't expect you to really come!"
"We are brothers. Your matters are my matters. If you call me, you will know that the matter is serious. Otherwise, you will not come to me. The matter is resolved and we go back."
the man said.
"Wait before you leave. I'll recommend two young people to you. They have good skills and I think they can join the big circle." The cousin said, calling Lu Xiaobei and Yao Xia over.
The middle-aged man with gold-rimmed eyes looked at Lu Xiaobei and Yao Xia, nodded, and asked, "Do you want to join the big circle?"
Lu Xiaobei and Yao Xia were confused by this question and didn't know how to answer. They both looked at their cousin, who said: "In my case, you two are just car mechanics.
With your skills and marksmanship, you can definitely fight for your place in the big circle. If you join the big circle, you will join our Chinese organization. As long as you have the identity of the big circle, you will not be bullied!"
The middle-aged man said to Lu Xiaobei and Yao Xia: "If you want to join the big circle, come with me now."
"I won't follow." Lu Xiaobei replied decisively, and Yao Xia also shook his head.
The middle-aged man had no expression on his face and said to his cousin: "It's a good idea, but unfortunately, we are not traveling together. Mary, I'm leaving. If you need anything, come to me at any time. I'll be on call!" After saying that, the middle-aged man got into the truck.
A bunch of boys also got back on the truck bed, and a group of gang members drove the truck away.
"Xiaobei, what are you two thinking? Why don't you follow Daquan? How many people dream of getting a club card from Daquan! Getting a club card is even harder than getting an American green card!"
"I don't want to get a green card, nor do I want to get a plum blossom card. My heart is not here. My heart is on the other side of the Pacific!" As he said that, Lu Xiaobei looked to the east, towards his motherland.
While they were talking, something happened and a convoy came. This time it was not a convoy of trucks, not black people, nor a large circle of people, but a convoy of police cars, led by Chief Michael.
Chief Michael jumped out of the police car, took out his pistol, and held it tightly with both hands. His movements were very standard. When he saw several dead black compatriots on the ground, he felt really uncomfortable. Before he could say anything, he shot his cousin in the chest.
With the gun, my cousin staggered and fell down, dying.
Sheriff Michael was about to shoot. At this time, Yao Xia suddenly took out both guns, aimed at Sheriff Michael's head, and said, "Shoot again, and we will die together!"
Lu Xiaobei supported his cousin and shouted: "Come here, come quickly, my cousin has been shot!"
A group of employees and my cousin carried him into the villa, and there were more than thirty people standing in front of the iron gate with iron wrenches and axes in their hands, confronting the American police.
"You killed someone, you broke the law!" Officer Michael shouted, this man was very perverted.
"You fired, and you also violated the law!" Yao Xia said.
"Here, I am the law, the Negro League is the supreme ruler, and you Chinese are our slaves. Killing you is like crushing ants!" Officer Michael said here, and the gun police officers behind him also felt that Michael
The Sheriff's thoughts are not worthy of those of an American policeman. He is more like the thoughts of a black American. They believe that black people are supreme and can bully others at will.
The two sides were facing off like this, and a figure walked out of the darkness. This person was none other than Police Officer Zhang. The cell phone in his hand was still talking, and the person answering the phone was Chief Michael's immediate superior.
Officer Zhang held up his cell phone and said: "Have you heard what Michael said clearly? He shot and wounded people indiscriminately, and he was absolutely racist in his thoughts. Is such a person worthy of being a police chief and a police officer in the United States!"
A group of police officers behind Chief Michael also took back their pistols, feeling that such a rough-hearted person was not worthy of being his own chief, let alone working for him.
One police officer shouted over the other police officers: "Guys, he doesn't deserve to be the chief of police, we are going to impeach him!"
A group of police officers shouted: "Impeach him! Impeach him! Impeach him..."
Michael was a little panicked. He turned around with a pistol and fired randomly at his own police officers. Several police officers were not spared and were hit by bullets. Michael shouted: "I am your leader! Black people are
The supreme king!"
Yao Xia's guns were already aimed at Michael's head. Just as she was about to pull the trigger and shoot through Michael's skull, Lu Xiaobei stopped him and said, "Don't kill him, he is still the police chief now, kill him."
We are about to get into big trouble!"
Michael has gone crazy, shooting everywhere with the gun in his hand. Fortunately, he is not holding a submachine gun, otherwise, everyone around him will die.
Lu Xiaobei raised his energy in his Dantian and flew forward. He punched Michael in the face. Michael was a big man of 1.9 meters, muscular and strong. He was knocked down by a 1.8-meter Chinese boy like Lu Xiaobei.
On the ground. The gun in Michael's hand also fell.
Michael didn't know what he was saying. He stood up from the ground again and assumed a boxing posture. Lu Xiaobei stood two meters away from him, shook his neck and made a clicking sound.
made a sound, and then wiped his nose with his thumb, a standard Bruce Lee signature move before a fight.
Markle grinned and said, "Chinese, let me give you a taste of our black people's fists. I'm going to beat you to death!" As he said that, Michael hit Lu Xiaobei in the face with a left hook. Lu Xiaobei smiled at the corners of his mouth,
This punch was too slow. Instead of retreating, he advanced forward, grazing Michael's fist and sliding in front of him, all of which hit Michael's chin upwards. Michael was knocked back two steps in a row.
With blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, Michael was unconvinced, roared angrily, and rushed towards Lu Xiaobei again. Lu Xiaobei exerted force on his feet, and his whole body jumped up out of thin air. It was like there were springs on his feet, and he jumped very high.
He tilted his body in the air, rushed down, and hit Michael's chest accurately with both feet. Michael was kicked to the ground by this move, and the big man fell to the ground with a dull sound.
Michael still wanted to get up, but Lu Xiaobei also became jealous and did not give him a chance to get up. Lu Xiaobei ran up, locked Michael's neck with his left arm, made a fist with his right hand, and punched him again and again with his casserole-sized fist.
Michael greeted Michael on his face, and Michael covered his face with his hands, but Lu Xiaobei's fist could still hit Michael's face through his hands.
A group of employees saw Lu Xiaobei relieved, and they all cheered and cheered for Lu Xiaobei.
"Xiao Bei, beat him to death..."
When the police officers saw Michael being beaten, no one paid attention. They all sat in the car and watched Chinese Kung Fu versus black boxing as if they were watching a show.
Obviously Chinese Kung Fu is better. Lu Xiaobei beat Michael so hard that he was unable to parry. Michael's face was covered with wounds and blood flowed from his seven orifices. Lu Xiaobei's fist hit his face, making a banging sound.
, everyone who heard it was frightened.
At this time, Officer Zhang went up and grabbed Lu Xiaobei and said: "Hurry up and wave your arms. People from the San Francisco Police Headquarters are about to arrive. They will handle this matter. You have no legal status. Don't show your face. I'll leave it to you here."
I!"
Lu Xiaobei let go of his hand, and his hand was full of blood, all of Michael's blood. After letting go, Michael fell to the ground and didn't have the strength to get up. This kid was frightened by Lu Xiaobei, and he was left alone.
The sound of wailing on the ground.
Lu Xiaobei nodded to Officer Zhang, and then ran into the maintenance shop with Yao Xia and many employees.
People from the San Francisco Police Headquarters are here, and a long convoy of police cars is coming...