Luo Yu hasn't fought in a group for a long time. In the past, he used to fight with a group of people. This is called a duel. Of course, he is on the opponent's side. In his memory, he chased 200 people with a knife.
It appeared many years ago.
"It feels so good, so good." Looking at the dozens of motionless people scattered in the hall and the mess on the ground, Luo Yu chuckled and walked towards the mourning dog whose face was already convulsed.
"You...what do you want to do!" Sanggou felt extremely guilty. He didn't know which god he had offended today. He met this pervert when he went out. He killed all the more than 40 boys he brought with him in just 5 minutes with his bare hands.
"What don't you want to do?" Luo Yu walked towards the mourning dog innocently, and stepped on the arm of some unlucky guy. The sound of cracking bones made people's scalp explode.
"If you come here again, I will..." Sanggou suddenly took out a pistol of unknown age from his pocket and pointed it at Luo Yu. This sudden change shocked Hong Dapao, Yang Fucheng and others.
The style of this pistol... Luo Yu wanted to laugh. It looked like the small pistol used by enemy agents in the black and white movies he watched when he was a child. It was at least 40 years ago. Seeing the trembling look of the mourning dog's hand, Luo Yu even
They all doubted whether he dared to shoot.
"It's great to have a gun." Luo Yu looked at Hong Dapao from the corner of his eyes and saw that he was drinking red wine calmly, as if he didn't notice it at all.
"Another old fox." Luo Yu cursed in his heart, suddenly pulled out a huge silver weapon from his waist and pointed it at the mourning dog's eyes.
The 112.7mm caliber Desert Eagle was aimed at the mourning dog's eyeballs. The black hole exuding the aura of death was one size larger than his pupils. Sand Eagles of this caliber were rarely used on the battlefield, except for hunting.
It is very commonly used and can easily blow a big hole in an adult African elephant.
Hong Dapao's eyes suddenly shone with a strange look, while Yang Fucheng and a group of younger brothers were excited because they saw weapons that could only be seen in movies.
"You..." The lost dog's legs began to tremble non-stop. The 38-type pistol in his hand was like a toy compared with this small cannon-like Sand Eagle.
"I just heard you say that you know people from the Golden Triangle." Luo Yu deflected the tip of the gun and pointed it at the 38-type gun in Mangou's hand and pulled the trigger. A deafening sound made everyone's eardrums hurt. Mangou
The gun in the dog's hand was smashed to pieces, and his own hand was caught in the scattered parts until it started to bleed. He howled and shrank back.
Luo Yu looked at the fragments of the 38-style pose on the ground and shook his head. He took out something that couldn't be moved on the table to scare people. He really thought that I was a novice who had never seen the world.
"Hey, I'm talking to you." Luo Yu just took a step forward, and Sanggou retreated to the corner as if he had seen a ghost.
"Master Hong, look at this..." Sanggou saw that Hong Dapao had been drinking calmly beside him, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.
Hong Dapao, who is on the gang, and not all the way, took the motto of "Killing you while you are sick" to the extreme at this moment: "Xiao Fu, did Brother Dog just slap him?"
"Yes." Yang Fucheng nodded.
"Then his body will be handed over to you later, and you can abuse it as you wish." Hong Dapao's slow voice sounded, which was equivalent to pronouncing the death sentence of losing a dog.
Sang Gou saw that Luo Yu had closed his eyes at this time and seemed not to be paying attention to him. He jumped over the wall in a hurry and rushed towards Hong Dapao, "I will bury you with you even if I die!"
Several bald boys wanted to stop him, but they were all kicked aside by the agile movements of the mourning dog. When he saw the mourning dog baring a row of yellow teeth and staring at him with blood-red eyes, Hong Dapao finally jumped back a little with his heart skipping a beat.
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Luo Yu was very dissatisfied when she saw that Hong Dapao had been standing by and had nothing to do with her. Calculated by seniority, Hong Dapao was his junior, but he was so rude to her, so it would be a small loss to let him wait a little longer.
The only one in Sanggou's eyes was Hong Dapao, and he didn't care whether others were punching or kicking him. He grabbed Hong Dapao's neck and was about to bite him. Hong Dapao panicked and screamed in his heart. At that moment, there was another loud bang,
The shrapnel passed over Sangou's head with the strong wind and lifted off a large piece of his scalp. Hong Dapao also felt the airflow, and the blow on his face was as painful as a knife.
With a slight movement on his body, the frightened mourning dog was grabbed by Luo Yu's collar and thrown out. Hong Dapao pretended to be calm and stood up, but his heart was beating hard.
Luo Yu has no time to talk nonsense with Hong Dapao. This bald man really has no knowledge at all, and he actually wants to show off in front of me. Age does not mean seniority.
Luo Yu originally wanted to pretend to know this Mr. Hong, but now he is too lazy to talk nonsense with this bald man. He gets the information he needs from Sanggou and leaves quickly. There will be a game between Xue Kai and the others later.
"Are you dead? If not, tell me something!" Luo Yu hit the bloody dog's head with the butt of his gun, and another big bump appeared on the dead dog's head.
"Huh?" Sangou rolled his eyes and looked up at Luo Yu, his body trembling.
"Did someone from the Golden Triangle give you your goods?" Luo Yu shrank back. This rotten dog hadn't had a bath in a long time, and his whole body smelled bad.
"yes……"
"Where are they?" Luo Yu asked immediately.
"In..." Sanggou didn't want to say it at first, but when he saw the muzzle of the gun full of the smell of death approaching him again, he was so frightened that he said it in one breath: "I accidentally encountered them hiding in a casino in a slum area on the outskirts of the country.
To them they gave me 2 million and I didn’t know anything else.”
"A Sangui slum in the suburbs?" Luo Yu narrowed his eyes, "This group of people should be the Golden Triangle drug lords that Xu Haogang and the others have been trying to catch, but they have nothing to do and want to do sales business in Zhonghai, a place they are unfamiliar with.
Why, isn’t there someone here to pick up the goods?”
After asking Sangou a few more questions and breaking his legs, Luo Yu was sure that he really didn't know anything.
"Xiaofu, come here and try." Luo Yu dragged the bloody dog to the corner and threw the gun to Yang Fucheng. Just now he noticed the envious color in Yang Fucheng's eyes.
Yang Fucheng's hands sank, and he couldn't put it down when he saw the Desert Eagle that Luo Yu threw to him.
"Try." Luo Yu pointed at the half-dead dead dog in the corner, "Aim at his head, but I suggest you use both hands."
Luo Yu went outside to smoke a cigarette but didn't hear the sound of a gunshot. Just when he felt that Yang Fucheng was too lazy, there was a muffled bang and the faint sound of smashing watermelon from inside the bar.
"Finally popular." Luo Yu said to himself. After finishing speaking, he immediately felt that this sentence was weird, and it felt...a bit wretched.
"Brother Yu." Yang Fucheng covered his wrist and frowned as he walked out and handed the gun back to Luo Yu with an embarrassed look on his face, "It feels really good."
"Hehe." Seeing Yang Fucheng holding his right wrist, Luo Yu laughed. He raised his arm and saw that it was red and swollen. "You didn't listen when I told you to use both hands. You just imitated a macho man like me who holds it with one hand."
Gun." Luo Yu clicked to help him connect the dislocated wrist bone, "Fortunately it didn't shatter, otherwise you would have to have sex with the fifth girl on the left in the future."
Yang Fucheng's face turned red and he took the cigarette handed over by Luo Yu: "Master Hong would like to invite you in for a chat."
"Unhappy." Luo Yu was very dissatisfied with Hong Dapao, who only had a barrel and no gun mount. Just now he actually saw himself being beaten by dozens of people. No, he should be beating up dozens of people, but he was on the side.
Having so much free time to drink and be in a daze, what Luo Yu hates the most is this kind of arrogant person.