Dc Violence -Kun

Mike took the initiative to step onto the stage, and when he saw Mike withdraw his dagger from his waist and rush towards Badi, he had already acted, and slightly shook off the green saber dagger that was filled with blood by Leon. His side protruded, the green saber held the handle of the dagger, his hand muscles bulged, his waist sank with force, and he hardly withstood the power of Meli's dagger.

"Calm down, take your head back, there may be a heartbeat."

Mike said with a cold irony, roaring the already angry Mai Li like a beast, and glaring at Badi.

Badi looked at the stabbing Mai Li with an indifferent expression, standing still.

Of course, there is no way to hurt Badi with a dagger, Mike doesn't need to take action, Badi is also harmless.

But this is a question of attitude. Mike sees it very clearly. Badi needs someone to deal with some things that do not require him to take action. These things are within the scope of his Mike’s ability. What is the use.

Mike also knows very well that he can do as much as he has the ability.

He may not be able to catch the bullet with his bare hands. This kind of thing is not done by humans at all, but it is easy to block one or two ordinary people from attacking the boss with a dagger.

With a loud bang, the white light above the head shone, and the two daggers struck forcefully. When they were separated, there was a gap in Meli's dagger.

The angry Mai Li was horrified and stared wide. His black complexion was full of hideous and distorted anger. If he wanted to kill Badi, he had to pass Mike first.

"what!!"

Malik roared like a hedgehog that aroused anger, the veins on his arm suddenly rose, and he struck a dagger towards Mike vigorously.

Mike tightened the handle of the saber dagger with some sticky blood in his hand. He squinted his eyes and greeted Mai Li. The moment the daggers collided and staggered, Mike used his dagger to relieve his strength. Unloaded aside, Mike's saber dagger was rotated in a circle in his hand, returned to his palm, and swiped down to cut off the aorta of McLee's wrist, and a surge of blood rushed out and stained the stage.

Mike kicked his knees, bent McLee’s knees, half-kneeled on the ground, he pulled the other hand of the angry McIl to his back again, tightly confined his arms, and placed the saber and dagger horizontally on McIl’s neck.

He is an experienced mercenary of hundreds of wars, for a gang boss who has a bit of recklessness and has lost his composure, it is easy to do.

It was only two or three seconds. Mike, the second gang leader of the Brotherhood, had already been controlled by Mike, severed the aorta of the wrist, and blood spurted out, but he still held a dagger in his hand.

In the end, Mike kicked Mai Li's dagger with his foot. His palm was no longer strong enough to hold the dagger. The dagger flew off the stage from his hand.

"stop!"

Jetley roared loudly, his eyes trembled, and his heart was terribly disturbed.

The older brother who had been leading them in the past had only one head left on the stage.

The second elder brother was severed by severed arteries in his hands. The blood flow was like pillars, filled with blood, stimulating everyone's olfactory nerves.

Under the stage, the surrounded Brotherhood gang members were also panicked and their breathing was tight. They tightly held a number of different Thomson guns, UZI9mm light submachine guns, and a large number of pistols. The firepower is already very powerful for ordinary police stations. NS.

Even the police station in the suicide slum didn't want to mess with this kind of gangster, because of this, they couldn't fight enough.

"Let go of him, are you looking for death? Melee is dead, and I want you to bury them all."

Jetley flushed his eyes and looked at his second brother's white lips because of too much blood flow, and he shouted in anger.

The brothers under the stage also cooperated with him, all pointed at the stage.

The three brothers have deep feelings and rise up in the suicide slums. They have gone through wind and rain and gunfire along the way. They are triplets with a deep feeling for each other. The deep feelings are well known.

Once tried someone hurt Jetley, his eldest brother and second brother, in order to get revenge, hesitate to kill someone else's home, slaughtered clean.

They don't care about others, but they do have deep feelings that can sacrifice for themselves.

"Very well, kill him."

Badi's cold voice came from behind Mike.

He was only planning to find the boss of the Brotherhood silently, asking him to surrender and become his subordinate.

It just didn't happen that the boss of the Brotherhood would shoot him directly when he saw him, as if he had been suffering from mad cow disease.

That being the case, Badi didn't want to accept him. Without the brother of the brotherhood, although it would be a bit troublesome to rule the members of the brotherhood, it would not be too difficult. Badi just wanted to spend less effort.

Now if you have to work harder, then all the leaders will die and regain yourself.

Mike didn't hesitate at all. With the green saber dagger in his hand, he slashed his neck, and kicked his back with his foot behind him, kicking the blood-sprayed Melit off the stage, splashing the blood. Madara Madara Bloodline is shocking.

After doing all of this, Mike quickly rolled on the stage, and his vigorous posture rolled towards the corner of the stage, curled up and hid under the stage, and smoothly fell a corner of Leon to the ground.

Bardi did not blame Mike for running so fast, but secretly praised this subordinate, which can be said to be good.

It is enough for him to do his own thing and do his own affairs within the scope of his ability.

For the rest, he can't block the bullets. It would be foolish to stay on the stage.

"Merry!!"

The gunshots sounded intensively along with Jetley's screams, and Jetley cracked his teeth and caught his second brother to the ground, and his blood was scattered all over him.

Mali stared at this dear brother, his throat gushing with blood flowing out, his pale mouth opened, and his lips trembled trying to say something, because the vocal cords were torn and he couldn't say anything. , Lips have been trembling.

Jetley was full of tears and grief. He stared at the Mai Li who wanted to talk, his teary cheeks pressed against his face, and he sobbed: "I know what you want to say, Mai Li, Mai Li, I am a smart boy! A smart boy!"

Hearing Jetley comprehending what he meant, Mali let out a sigh of relief, and his whole body softened, convulsing to death.

Jetley wailed loudly, his teeth cracked, and his eyes were filled with unsolvable hatred.

At this time, the gunfire stopped.

The rising smoke of gunpowder frightened everyone's hearts.

Everyone was staring, their hearts beating in amazement at a loss, their hearts twitched, as if they were about to suffocate.

Badi's right hand was full of brass bullets, and he picked up a bullet with his hand.

Fingers blasted through the air and exploded a person's head.

"From today, I am your boss. Are there any objections?"

Badi glanced at the people present. A black man wanted to escape because of fright. He pinched a bullet and shot it out again. His body was flying seven or eight meters away, and his head was shattered.

Fear suddenly grew in everyone's hearts, and some people shot at Badi without believing in evil, and he was shot by Badi and sent him to the west.

The rest of the people had cold hands and feet. They saw the bullets full of Badi's hands and swallowed a mouthful of horrified saliva. The guns in their hands fell and they knelt on the ground, raising their hands.

"Clothes."

"I serve."

"You will be the boss from now on."

"Boss!"

Badi nodded, very satisfied, the bullet in his hand fell on the stage, with only one bullet left on his finger, pointing at Jetley.

Jetley knelt on his knees suddenly, kowtow to Badi, yelling in fear: "Don't kill me, I am the third boss of the Brotherhood, I can help you quickly lead the Brotherhood, and I can do anything for you. ."

His bowed leader, his face twisted and hideous, his eyes were deeply resentful and angry.

The head is very low.

‘Peng. ’

The three wise brothers of the Brotherhood, who made plans to lay the foundation of the Brotherhood, eventually died in the hands of Badi.

"I don't need a Goujian."

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