After the gunshots were fired in the alley, there were several Harley-Davidson motorcycles and Yamaha's roaring with strong engine sounds. The lights pierced the darkness like bayonets, and they came to the road not far from the alley, which was covered with dead leaves.
A young man hurriedly got off his motorcycle and pulled out a Colt M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol from behind his waist.
The Colt M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol has almost become the standard equipment of their gang.
No other, the more you buy, the more discounts you will get.
The younger brother walked vigilantly and rushed towards the alley cautiously with a Colt M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol. He saw the two black men and a dancer who were shot to death by Chen Hai. He walked over and then not far away from the corner.
The body of a black man was found with his trachea pulled out and his aorta severed.
Seeing the body of this black man whose trachea was pulled out and his aorta was torn out, his face couldn't help but wrinkle up, and he felt a bit chilly in his heart.
What kind of monster did they encounter and deal with them like this?
This is too cruel.
"Boss Yodon, here, White and the others are dead." The younger brother walked out of the alley without much observation and reported to the leader of the Harley motorcycle.
This area is the jurisdiction of their bloody chariot gang, and gunfire cannot be tolerated in this area.
"What's going on? Who dares to use a gun in King County, my bloody chariot gang? Damn it, I just gave money to those stinky pigs in the police station to ensure the 'peace' here, and now something happens?"
On the Harley motorcycle, wearing a black leather jacket, nearly two meters tall, with a thick face, a thick beard, and a bald head, staring at a pair of fierce and bloody tanks. The boss of the Chariot Gang, Joe Dun, cursed angrily and walked straight from the Harley motorcycle.
Stepped up and down.
"It's White and the others. They were killed." The younger brother led Yorton to the alley.
Yodon frowned, and his tall figure led several people into the alley. When he saw the two black men and the dancers who were beaten to death by Chen Hai, he said angrily: "Are they targeting our Bloody Chariot Gang? Who the hell?
Seeking death."
Yodon angrily kicked the body of the black man shot to death by Chen Hai and turned the body over.
"There's more over here, boss." The younger brother pointed to the corner and led Yodon to find the body of the black man whose trachea had been pulled out by Haile and whose aorta had been forcibly torn off.
"Are you demonstrating against me? Find him out, find out the murderer, I will clear his asshole and let him know the consequences of messing with the Bloody Chariot Gang." Yodon roared angrily.
road.
This community has always been chaotic but orderly. It is ruled by their bloody chariot gang. They have even communicated with the police station and cannot cause trouble to the police station.
Now there are four dead people, and maybe other gangs who don't know where they came from have crossed the line, making him very angry and unhappy.
He must deal with this emergency before the police arrive, otherwise his cooperation with the police will be ruined.
"Boss, someone may have seen the assailant nearby." A younger brother looked around and saw lights turning on in many houses until many people must have seen the assailant committing the crime.
"Go and find witnesses for me. I want to know who did it." Yodon shouted.
The younger brother immediately turned his head and looked around at the surrounding houses. The houses in this community were neither close nor far apart. If he really wanted to see the situation on the second or third floor, there would be at least several people there.
The younger brother looked around at the people in the room who were looking out of the window at him and others. He took out twenty dollars from his pocket, held it up, and shouted loudly:
"Fifty dollars, tell us about the murderer you saw, and twenty dollars will be yours."
Some of the eyes peeking out of the room were eager to move, but they were still wary of the Bloody Chariot Gang. They looked at each other with hesitation, and in the end no one dared to take a step.
"One hundred dollars. As you know, our Bloody Chariot Gang has always protected the safety of the community. You can still live here so safely because of us. Don't let me pull you out of the house and point a gun at you."
By holding your heads, I can get the answer I want."
The younger brother took out another hundred dollars and shouted loudly, his face and tone vaguely unkind.
"One hundred dollars... If you can pay two hundred dollars, I can tell you which way the murderer is leaving, and maybe you can catch up with him." In the distance, there is the second floor of a small villa.
Lou poked out the face of a slightly drunk white man and shouted loudly.
"Richard!" Someone in the Blood Chariot Gang recognized the speaker.
Yodon glanced at the younger brother next to him, who immediately explained: "I used to be a firefighter, but now I am an alcoholic. My wife is lying on the hospital bed and I have a son named Andrew."
The younger brother was Richard's neighbor, and sometimes he could even hear Richard abusing his son and beating him from next door.
"Okay, come here." Yodon nodded solemnly.
Hearing that it was so easy to earn two hundred, the other people who looked out of the windows felt a little regretful and regretful.
"I'll be right over." Richard, who was already a little tipsy, his eyes lit up, and he quickly retracted his gaze from the second floor window, walked from his house to the first floor, opened the door on the first floor, and wore shoes with no laces.
Without being tied up, he ran up to Yodon and the others, smelling of alcohol.
"Two hundred dollars," Richard reminded.
Yodon turned his head, and a younger brother took the initiative to take out two hundred dollars, threw it to Richard, and reminded in a dangerous voice: "You'd better tell the truth, otherwise..."
The younger brother pulled a Colt M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol.
"Of course, I drank in front of the moon and watched the whole show." Richard quickly took the two hundred dollars on his chest, put the two hundred dollars into the breast pocket of his jacket, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said:
"It's an Oriental, probably a Chinaman. He didn't wear any clothes. He appeared like a Terminator and was laughed at by the people in your gang."
"???" Question marks popped up in the heads of Jotun and his Bloody Chariot Gang men.
Yodun even felt that he was being teased, and his face twisted with anger: "You mean an Eastern Terminator killed three members of my Bloody Chariot Gang?"
The faces of the boys around him all looked unkind. The boy who had just thrown two hundred dollars into Richard's chest had already raised his Colt M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol and pointed it at Richard.
"No, no, no, he had nothing and no clothes on. He just put on a Terminator pose. In fact, it was a member of your gang who pulled out a pistol from his waist and accidentally threw the gun to the Oriental guy.
In front of me, I could see clearly while drinking.
This Oriental guy was very ruthless. He shot and killed three people directly. Then he chased the one of yours who was escaping, crouched on his body like an evil ghost, and killed him.
Then, you leave that Oriental guy along this road. That Oriental guy was shot. This is his bloody handprint. This is the blood he shed. If you follow the blood traces, you may be able to catch up with him in time." Richard.
Pointing to the bloody fingerprints on the wall made by Chen Hai, he said, "That's all I've seen."
Yodon and his men immediately knew that what Richard said was true. They quickly followed the bloody fingerprints on the ground and walls, got on their motorcycles, and chased after him.
In the distance, there was a siren sound coming towards the alley.