The approaching convoy is relatively luxurious. Although it is not a luxury car worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, for some people, it is enough for that status. At least the bald Russian gang boss has this qualification.
A gang member wearing a black leather jacket walked down and opened the back door of the car. The bald head looked very cute in the morning sun. Of course, if you ignore the scar that extends from the top of the head to the cheek, it is indeed very happy.
feel.
"Cha-cha-cha."
The cane made of pure white ivory handle and precious wood tapped the concrete floor. The bald man looked to be in his sixties, but Edward was no stranger to him. He was the first hand of the Russian gang to enter the city of Los Angeles.
"Oh, Brother Edward, I didn't expect you are not dead yet." The bald old man showed his white teeth and handed the cane to the subordinates beside him with a smile. He looked at Edward and shrugged slightly: "But your brothers remembered
But it’s a bit miserable.”
"They are a miserable bunch of people."
Edward looked at the old man's ugly and ferocious face with cold eyes. Even if he smiled, there was a fierce ferocity in it, just like a snow wolf on the Siberian ice field, making him feel like he was being watched closely.
"I want to claim the bodies and let those poor people return to the embrace of God." The bald old man smiled and looked around, but he didn't see anything. Even though there were five or six burly soldiers standing behind Edward,
Still not in his heart.
Edward did not ask the soldiers to take out assault rifles or submachine guns, but only had pistols stuck in their waists. Compared to the bald old man with everyone behind them holding guns in their hands, Edward looked extremely shabby.
But Edward was not afraid at all. If he wanted to, he could even kill these people four or five times in ten seconds without leaving a drop of blood on his body. Not to mention the cheat codes brought by the game system.
Ordinary people, even those of other races, must be careful.
"But I happened to be busy for a long time, and I didn't even think of it until now."
The bald old man laughed, and the ferocious scars on his face trembled slightly with his facial expressions. The dark red skin was in sharp contrast with the fair skin: "But now that I think about it, it's not too late.
." His face suddenly straightened.
"Are you going to collect the corpses of my poor brothers? But I asked someone to do it before." A smile appeared on Edward's lips, without any fear at all because of the weapon in his hand, he said slowly: "
terribly sorry."
"Don't give me this, you know why I came today!"
The corners of the bald old man's mouth were also slightly raised, revealing a hint of a sinister smile. He suddenly raised his head and right hand, and a silver Desert Eagle appeared in his hand, aiming straight at Edward's eyebrows. Even the coldness could be felt by Edward.
receive.
"Put down your weapons!" The soldier behind Edward glared angrily at the bald man, and took out all the Marine Corps standard M1911 pistols from his waist.
"Put it down? Just with the few people left behind you?" The bald old man laughed and looked at the soldiers behind Edward with disdain. The soldiers behind him were all assaulting with AK-47s.
rifle.
The bald Russian gangster spat disdainfully, looked at Edward, who was a head taller than him, and snorted coldly: "Do you think this is an urban area and I don't dare to shoot? Just because you are a ruined person.
Gangster?"
"My gang is gone, but I'm still here."
Edward was not afraid of the Desert Eagle being pointed at his eyebrows. Instead, he looked at those vicious eyes and looked at each other calmly, with a trace of mockery in his eyes: "By the way, I hate being pointed at with a gun.
.”
"Pointing? No, no, if you don't give me the land, it won't be as simple as pointing!" The bald old man smiled, and a subordinate behind him immediately came over, took out a document and put it in his hand
: "Sign him and I'll give you 300,000 US dollars, and you can leave!"
"What a tempting offer."
Edward mocked, looking at the bald head with a disdainful smile, especially the scar from the top of the head to the cheek, which made him shake his head slightly: "But why should I sign this document?"
He looked at the bald old man quietly. Even if he was targeted by more than twenty AK-47 assault rifles, he didn't feel the slightest fear, because if he wanted to, he didn't even need the Alpha sniper on the roof.
All it takes is a machete to get rid of them all.
But the time-limited cheat code was still relatively precious in comparison. He didn't want to waste it like this. No matter how strong a group of gangsters were, they couldn't compare to that group of alien life forms.
"I advise you to sign your name." The bald old man glanced around and smiled maliciously: "I think the two girls behind you must be very beautiful, and of course there are those cute children.
.”
"This has no bottom line." Edward's face turned cold. He stared into the bald man's eyes, took a breath and said slowly: "The child is innocent."
The bald man laughed, as if he heard some funny joke, and waved his hands happily: "What do you think we are? Philanthropists?" His face slowly revealed an extremely ferocious expression: "Sorry, I'm a gangster!
"
Following his words, the subordinate behind him forcibly took a step forward and placed the document in his hand in front of Edward. What was written on it was the contract to sell all the land of Violet Kindergarten to their group.
"Three hundred thousand dollars, which is only a quarter of the price."
Edward frowned slightly, looking at the final amount of money on it, the curve of his mouth became more and more obvious: "But I still have to praise you. Compared to naked blackmail, this is much better."
"You deserve this. If you don't want it, you don't have to." The bald man reached out and took the treaty in his hand, tore it into several pieces in front of Edward, and threw it away: "But you still have to take the land.
Give me."
The gang behind him were grinning at each other, and a group of them were pointing AK-47 assault rifles at Edward. Even a child could see the threat in it.
"Please don't do this."
Sumary's eyes were filled with tears. She walked slowly for a few steps and came to Edward. She stretched out her hand to block the desert eagle pointing at her eyebrows. She has the super power to control other people's moods, so she can make these people put down their weapons and talk.
talk.
"No, no need." Instead, Edward stretched out his hand to block Sumary behind him, pointed his eyes at the center of the black gun barrel, and smiled slightly with disdain: "In actual combat, the Desert Eagle is actually not
Easy to use.”
"But I believe this can blow your head off!" The scar on the bald man's face was trembling with excitement. He couldn't stop the charm of Jessica and Su Mary, especially the ones he was about to get worth hundreds of dollars.
The land worth ten thousand dollars made him even more excited.
"uncertain."
Edward smiled slightly. Behind him, Jessica, who was connected to her soul, immediately took a few steps forward. She took out her hand behind her back and pointed it directly at the bald head. The MP5-A3 submachine gun was firmly held in her right hand.
"Miss, I advise you to put this thing down." The bald man wrinkled the tip of his nose slightly, looked at Jessica's extremely pretty face, took a deep breath, and with a certain flush on his face, he looked at Edward
, said with some jealousy: "I didn't expect you could enjoy these two beauties before you died."
The disdain at the corner of Edward's mouth became more and more obvious. Looking at this bald man, who was obviously Yugoslavian, his physique was probably still obviously strong due to his Russian military career, but he also had the stupid Yugoslavian mind.
"I think you haven't seen clearly what's going on."
Gently clapped his hands, Edward glanced at the bald old man whose face was turning livid. The sarcasm on his lips became more and more obvious. As the roar of the engine got closer, he could even see the cold sweat on the foreheads of these people.
come out.
"Damn it, you're ambushing us!" The bald man's face had turned extremely livid, and there was sweat on his forehead. He stared at Edward closely, and the Desert Eagle in his hand was pressed against his forehead, but he could not buckle it no matter what.
Flight.
Marines wearing body armor, bulletproof helmets, and night vision goggles slowly walked out of the woods. The uniform uniforms of this group of elites represented the seriousness and discipline of the regular army.
The G3-A4 assault rifle is tightly held in their hands. The brand-new rifle is even more beautiful and much more advanced than the AK-47 assault rifle that is half a century behind.
Four armed pickup trucks slowly followed behind. The "M2HB" Browning 12.7mm large-caliber heavy machine gun on them had already been pointed at the group of people.
The chain even reveals some fear.
A kind of fear that comes from death, because the black hole of the gun can burst out with light, blazing light, which represents not justice but the salvation of death.
"So, sir, don't talk about Russian laws in the United States." Edward's voice was low. He was sure of victory, with an absolute domineering look. He looked at the bald head in front of him that was dripping with cold sweat: "Do you think so? Russia is coming.
guests."
The twenty marines under his command were the equipment of the regular army, especially their strong physique and strong spirit. The coldness projected from their eyes made the bald man and his men tremble in their hearts.
"I don't want to make any other moves, but I still hope you can calm down." Looking at the group of Russian gangsters in front of him who had lowered their hands slightly, Edward showed a bright smile: "If you are restless, I think the regular army can still solve it.
Some restless elements." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe to (this site), give rewards, and your support is my biggest motivation.)
