American Comprehensive Detective: Opening with a black gun

Chapter 91 91 Struggle, Struggle

Without hesitation, it was the second child's turn.

Soon, the bloodline transformation was completed.

Sadiq watched his two grandsons become Ron's men.

He couldn't accept this no matter what.

He looked at Ron hatefully.

He now hates Ron so much that he wants to eat Ron's flesh and drink Ron's blood.

It was the young man in front of him who had ruined everything for him. The fourth largest family in Los Angeles and all his ambitions were ruined by Ron at this moment.

Why is Ron unwilling to willingly become a stepping stone for their family's rise?

The hope of breaking the blood curse was right before our eyes, but it was shattered in the blink of an eye.

He is not willing to give in, not willing to give in!

At the same time, he was not without fear in his heart.

"What look? Old guy!"

Ron looked at Sadiq, feeling speechless for this old man.

"You wanted to kidnap me as a guinea pig and become a test subject to realize your ambitions. For this reason, you did not hesitate to attack my family. I caught you. Until now, you are still planning to use a little money to

Get away, go back safely, and then attack me and my family again?!"

When Sadiq heard this, his eyes twitched.

Ron's words spoke exactly to Sadiq's heart.

This was his plan, to use some money to save his life first.

Even if Ron the lion opens his mouth, after saving his life, he will find an appropriate opportunity to escape, then summon his men, catch Ron, lock him up, and then conduct experiments on Ron, using Ron as a guinea pig, and try every means

Break the curse of blood.

As for Ron's family and friends, they will all die, which can be regarded as revenge for making him a prisoner.

"You not only insulted me, you also insulted my IQ."

As he spoke, Ron patted the old guy's cheek hard.

Sadiq staggered after being slapped, and his old face quickly swelled up.

The old guy looked at Ron with a pair of cloudy eyes.

"You...don't you just want to control the power of my Brewer family? What's the use of talking about it now? The winner is the king or the loser. No matter what, I just obey your orders from now on. I don't believe you will kill me! Hehe

, stay with me, and I will help you control the Brewer family. With my help, I believe you will soon be able to enter the real upper class society, which is something that people like you will never be able to touch no matter how hard you try in your life.

world!"

Saying this, Sadiq's mouth started to bleed, and he actually started laughing.

His eyes were filled with madness, feeling the burning pain on his face and the humiliation he suffered today.

He vowed that if there was a chance to escape from control in the future, he would definitely come back with doubled revenge.

Sadiq understands very well the principle that it is never too late for a gentleman to seek revenge.

He can hide completely. They vampires lack nothing but time.

Ron looked at the hatred hidden in Sadiq's crazy eyes and sneered disdainfully: "Who said I have to rely on you to control the Brewer family?"

"What...what? What do you mean?"

Sadiq panicked, completely panicked.

His voice was trembling, and his face was full of fear.

If he has no use value.

You can all imagine his fate.

Because of empathy, he usually abandons useless chess pieces without hesitation.

"What do you think?" Ron's smile faded.

Then, with an expressionless face, he ordered Dehari: "Take him out and deal with him."

"Yes, Master!" Dehari responded immediately.

Sadiq first looked at Ron in panic, and then at his two grandchildren.

"You can't do this. Please help me persuade him. Harms, Ellison, hurry up and persuade him. If you had known, I should have killed you like I killed your father. I... regret it.

Uh...uh..."

Ron waved his hand, and Dehari covered the old guy's mouth.

The werewolf man next to him gave Dehari an injection in his neck. Dehari's struggling movements slowed down, and he passed out and completely stopped.

Then, Sadiq was dragged out like a dead dog.

"Bang!"

Gunshots were heard from the small courtyard, followed by screams and the sound of burning flames.

As for whether shooting would trigger the police, Ron was not afraid of the arrival of the police at all.

For a while, only Ron and the two brothers were left in the living room.

"You two, tell me your names."

Both of them were frightened by Ron's behavior just now.

The boss quickly said: "Hasm Brewer, my name is Hasm Brewer."

The second child quickly showed a flattering smile like a licking dog.

"Allison Brewer, master, just call me Ellison."

Hasm saw that Ellison had forgotten about his grandfather Sadiq being killed so quickly.

I was shocked to surrender so simply and neatly.

Immediately, he regretted that his response was a beat slower than Ellison's.

He quickly said: "Master, don't worry, we have actually been running the Brewer family these years. As long as you give the order, we are willing to control the Brewer family for you and serve you."

Ron looked at the two people secretly competing with each other, and his evaluation of Sadiq was even higher.

It seems that Sadiq has trained the two of them very well.

Just now, the two people started to compete and fight instinctively.

"Very good!" Ron nodded with satisfaction.

He would certainly not be stupid enough to bridge the gap between the two brothers, who might have been fighting for decades.

Not to mention past grudges, even habits are difficult to correct for a while.

Moreover, why did he go to correct it?

What he wants to see is the two competing against each other.

If they unite, Ron will have a headache.

Soon, Ron learned about the power of the Brewer family from the two of them.

It has to be said that this family is indeed a family that has been rooted for hundreds of years, with influence spread throughout the political and business circles.

Ron is very distressed now.

He originally thought he could tie up Grace and have a soft meal, but his strength did not allow him to keep a low profile.

No, Ron is moving.

The security in this community is indeed poor, and there are many black people.

The house is even more pitiful, with only two floors, three bedrooms, a kitchen and a study room, and not even a swimming pool or basketball court.

So the two brothers took the initiative to give Ron an estate in Beverly.

After knowing the address, he was surprised to find that it was not very far from Grace's manor.

When the matter came to an end, Ron drove the car into the manor.

Crossing the neatly manicured lawn, Ron stood at the door of his manor, looking at the two-story villa not far away and the golf course next to the villa, and Ron was filled with pride.

Now that he has a car, a house and a girl, and all the dreams he had in his previous life have come true, Ron suddenly felt a sense of emptiness.

Fortunately, there are more goals pushing him forward.

For example, more power, more money, and more women.

Didn’t the master just say that?

I have always wanted to communicate with more women in my life, what a simple wish.

Who says people can be satisfied?

If people are satisfied, they must have misunderstood people.

No, that’s not right. There should be more responsibilities waiting for him to bear.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

Ron felt that he had great abilities and great responsibilities.

For example, first set a small goal to conquer North America. If you want to conquer North America, you must first conquer the Bureau of Investigation; if you want to conquer the Bureau of Investigation, you must first conquer werewolves and vampires; if you want to conquer werewolves and vampires in North America, you must first conquer werewolves and vampires in California.

vampire……

It's only a small step in a long journey of thousands of miles, and he hasn't even finished conquering the vampires in California yet.

Of course, the key to all this is strength.

If I really became a god, would all this still be a problem?

It is no longer a problem, so in the final analysis, it still needs to deal with more abnormal cases and obtain more powerful power.

In this way, you can not only protect your family and friends, but also make your ideals and ambitions possible.

So now is not the time to relax, we still need to work hard.

Struggle, struggle, struggle!

Saturday afternoon.

Ron and Grace met at the shooting gallery.

Grace was wearing a small black suit, black body-shaping trousers, and a pair of thick-soled sneakers.

Her ears-length short hair is slightly curly, and her delicate facial features have been enhanced a bit after being deliberately groomed.

Grace is really tall, and she is not at all inferior when standing next to Ron.

If she wears high heels, she will be slightly taller. Her body proportions are very good, and her legs are particularly long. The key is that her legs are very good, without any fat, slender and fair. Of course, the white is what Ron saw last time Grace wore a skirt.

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Ron's eyes stayed on Grace's legs for a lot of time. It was not obscene, but a subconscious action of a man.

After all, Grace's granary doesn't store much grain and doesn't attract much attention, but the one below is too eye-catching.

Ron's sensitive five senses reminded him at all times.

Ninety-nine percent of the men passing by would be looking at Grace's legs, either blatantly or quietly.

Even the black bosses peeked a lot, not to mention the men who came in to practice shooting and were in shock.

Fortunately, there are still some people who are not interested enough to strike up a conversation.

After all, Ron is also an obviously handsome guy, and his outfit is not cheap.

(End of chapter)