Dc Violence -Kun

Leon and his little friend stared at the bright Colt Python revolver and were stunned.

Use...Use...Gun?

This is not the process he thought.

This man does not follow the routine.

Leon looked at Badi with an ugly face, he was not crazy, so he would not take this python revolver.

Suicide slums may be messy and dirty, and people often die.

But just like this to kill a person, this kind of thing, even a pig, will not do it lightly.

If this can be done, then there will not be a large number of civilians entering here to survive, and there are also a few rules here.

This rule does not allow one person to be shot in a hundred days.

He also doesn't have enough ability to ignore the arrest of the police. He is just a gangster who wants to enter the scene, and he is not a gang leader. He can make people guilty. Once he takes the pistol, he shoots in anger, his future will be real. To hide in Tibet, unless a gang takes him in.

Leon's face flushed, and he stared at Paldi angrily. He already regarded Paldi as a wealthy aristocrat who came to make him happy.

The behavior of the rich is always pervert unpredictable.

He didn't dare to do anything to Badi, because Badi's suit alone didn't look cheap, plus his temperament, revolver, and Xiong Zhuang's bodyguard.

He had to spit angrily on the ground next to him, and glared at Badi angrily: "Get out of the way."

Then he turned around and beat the alcoholic. At the end, he took a few people and left. Before leaving, he solemnly threatened to warn the alcoholic: whether to pay the money, or the goods, or see once a day. Badi looked like a small gangster who was arrogant and majestic.

When Leon turned around, his eyes still contained anger, he glared bitterly at Badi, snorted in his nose, and was quite annoyed that the man in the white windbreaker was teasing himself like this.

Badi looked at Leon with admiration. This young man had winks and intelligence, could endure anger, understood form, was not reckless, and was also a charismatic leader who could be followed by a group of young people. A fledgling, was cheated by this old drunkard for the first pot of gold.

"Pay attention to him. In the future, you may be colleagues." Bardi inserted the revolver back to Mike's waist and looked at the drunkard underground.

Mike looked at a group of young people who had gone away angrily, and cursed in his heart, Malgobi, who was favored by the boss, came another group of looters.

This doesn't work, you have to talk to them first, I am the boss's first dogleg.

Mike thought to himself, how can he not let others steal his job, how can he tolerate the chance of becoming a superman and leave him!

"Get up." Badi glanced at the drunkard and said.

A few young men seemed to be punching and kicking. They were hitting hard and fiercely, but the key points were not too heavy. Alcoholics were also considered old rivers and lakes. They had been beaten quite a bit. They knew how to protect their key points, so they just tried their best, slightly. Lie down on the ground and rest for a while and then recover and can move.

The drunkard looked up at Badi through the messy long hair, watching Badi standing upright like a giant with muddy eyes.

Suddenly he got up from the ground quickly, wiped the blood on his mouth indiscriminately, stopped his injury and coughed, his eyes glowed, and he asked in surprise, "Is it the family, is it the family? You come to me! "

Badi didn't know what kind of organization the family was, but just took a look at this sloppy drunkard, who was full of cheap alcohol.

He rubbed the palm of his left hand with his right hand again, and said, "Find a place to talk."

The drunkard was overjoyed, his waist seemed to be quite straight, and he was overwhelmed with surprises, and thought that there was a very important thing to discuss, so he looked around and looked like an agent, afraid of being discovered.

"Go to my house, my house."

The drunkard was very happy, and took Ba Di to his home one step at a time. For fear that Ba Di would disappear without turning around, he often walked away, boasting of his glorious deeds back then.

Only then did Bati know that the family mentioned by the drunkard is actually a gang, a gang created by the upper class in the metropolis for their convenience. It was originally called the "nobleman" to distinguish the character that is different from the gang, and later experienced The struggle of some upper-class people was baptized and turned into a'family' gang.

The home of a drunkard can be in this suicide slum, of course it would not be much better. A square ruined house with Madara Madara dust falling off the wall, revealing the masonry wall inside, and half of the second floor is still hung with shampooed hair. White clothes.

There is a prison-like iron-branched window, you can see inside, there is a thirteen or four-year-old thin boy reading a book, turning the book silently, knowing that the drunkard's footsteps are approaching the door, and then silently closing the book.

Obviously, the drunkard knew that his home would not be so comfortable, so he asked Badi to wait at the door first, and then went to the house to deal with the messy scene.

Badi stopped at the door and let him enter the house to deal with it.

"Go to the young man named Leon, and let him join me. When I understand the situation here, I will control this place. I need someone." Badi is in a deep body shape, rubbing the palm of his left hand with his right thumb. , Thinking has never stopped, but decided to rule here as soon as possible, from the suicide slums to the metropolitan city center.

Mike replied. He didn't expect his opponent to show up so soon, he still had to invite him, this kind of shit thing is really fucking.

But he didn't dare not finish it. Compared with this, it would be even more sad if he left an impression of incompetence in front of Bati.

Mike turned around and left.

As for how to find Leon and others, it was naturally up to him to find them.

When the drunkard entered the house, he was not dealing with the chaotic scene of his house.

Rather, seeing the son sitting on the cleanest chair, his anger suddenly rose from his heart. He carried a beer bottle without much alcohol and slammed it down at the thirteen-four-year-old son. The beer The bottle was not broken, it was a bang. The son was caught off guard, and the turned yellow book fell to the ground, his head was painful.

The drunkard then kicked his son to the ground in a rage, causing his son’s hands and feet to bruise and bleed, and between the torn clothes opened, there were various bruises and wounds in the flesh. Obviously he had suffered a lot in the past. Abuse.

He grabbed his son's neckline with one hand, and lowered his growl: "You dare to sit on this dirty chair! I have raised you for more than ten years, and I won't even sell my ass for a sip of wine. You still dare a Byakugan wolf like this." Sit in my chair? Eat my meal? Read some useless dead books all day."

"Listen, roll me into the hut, close the door, don't come out and delay my business, I sold your kidney."

The thirteen-four-year-old boy breathed tightly, his face pale with panic, he couldn't care about the pain of being kicked, and a big bag of pain was raised on his head. He didn't even care about the book, and climbed from the ground into the small room next to him. , Close the wooden door like a dead tree.

After fiercely dealing with his son, the drunkard squeezed his face again, and forced a amiable, flattering smile to invite Badi into the house.

It's just a little strange in my heart. Why is the bodyguard missing?

Bardi waited for the chair to cool down before sitting down.

The drunkard asked anxiously: "May I ask which family are you from?"

"It's not a family, I just want to ask about the situation in the metropolis. You answered well, maybe you can follow me, answer me generally, and you can get a few hundred dollars."

Badi said indifferently.

The drunkard is an exciting spirit, he knows.

This is the new family who wants to challenge the old order, just want to get a little information, maybe the person in front of him came from another city.

The drunkard's heart suddenly became hot, thinking of his past humiliation, his breathing became heavy.

If he can play a part when he fights the world, it is from the Longzhichen, the benefits are too numerous to count.

As for failure, he has already failed once, no matter how he kneels and begs for mercy.

"I understand, I understand, I know." The drunkard's eyes were bright.

Badi nodded, his eyes swept across the alcoholic in front of him, and he scanned the environment, his eyes stopped on a local book, the book was yellowed and the pages were rolled up.

"Quantum Theory"

"I can help you. I used to go to big cities to work hard. I don't know if you have heard my name."

The drunkard licked his lips, really longing for him to solicit himself because he heard his name.

"My name is Lionel Luther," said the drunkard.

Um!

Bardi raised his eyebrows, looked away from "Quantum Theory", saw Lionel Luther's longing face, and then looked behind him.

In a crack in the door, a hateful and spiteful look appeared. This look had seen his father, and then turned to look at Badi, who met his eyes.

The boy's pupils shrank, his eyes disappeared in the darkness of the room, and he closed the door gently ‘pop’.

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