Dc Violence -Kun

In two days, Bati completely ruled the neighbourhood of the original Brotherhood.

Gathered all the members of the Brotherhood, killed the two rebels who took the lead, and then improved their welfare, with a carrot in one hand and a stick in one hand. Killing if you refuse, you will have more money than ever before.

Few people in the suicide slum are really willing to do this because it is too bad here.

Gang fires do not happen from time to time. Sometimes after the night, in the stinky puddle, you don’t know which bastard is dead, and the police silently ask someone to pull the corpse to burn. There is no murderer, and they don’t want to find the murderer.

Here, there is no sense of security, and everyone lives with horror.

The rule of Ba Di even brought a bit of ardent atmosphere to these neighborhoods, because in front of everyone, new rules were formulated.

From the original seven-thirds division for women to five-fifths, those who live at the bottom and betray their bodies can live a little better than before.

Cancel the activities of buying and selling organs and abducting children.

For the high protection fees that are already on the verge of despair, it is even possible to pay more than three times a day for protection fees a month, clearly stipulating an amount, once a month, whoever collects indiscriminately will cut off whose hands.

There are also many rules about restraining gang members.

This kind of rules is extremely harsh to them, who are not willing to abide by the rules, and it is a kind of tyranny.

It's not that no one else questioned, because in this way each of them feels bound.

"Is this still a gangster?"

"It's not realistic at all."

"We have always been like this."

"This won't work."

Usually they exploit as much as they want. Several times a day, different people charge protection fees. It also happens. Passing by the store, they just go in and get something without paying at all. Now they still need money? Are we sure we are the underworld? Is it a gang? Is this still a slum?

They don't care about the grievances of ordinary people at all.

Now that the new boss is playing like this, they might as well be good boys.

"I like to have rules underneath me. I am the only one who can behave unscrupulously."

On the spot, there were a few people who had opinions. The person who made the complaining sound was abruptly squeezed and splashed on the white clothes, like a demon god.

No one dared to oppose him again, and Bati also improved their interests a lot. Compared with these, it is also okay to observe the rules, at least it is safe, isn't it?

No one dared to have a voice anymore.

Mike looked at the back of his boss in shock, and for the first time realized the man's inner ambition from the rules of the neighborhood.

This is exactly to create a country, these people at the bottom, he did not hesitate to give them survival.

Where he wants to rule, the people live in peace.

Where he wants to rule, the people can have enough food and clothing.

The people can belong to where he wants to rule.

Where he wants to rule, the people can have loyalty.

Ordinary people are raised like sheep by him.

After being raised in captivity, I must be convinced and thank him very much.

He must stand high on the throne, look down on everything, dominate the life and death of life, and obey him, he has the ability to survive, and those who disobey will not end well.

He just wants to be a violent-kun, a whole world, only he can unscrupulously violent-kun.

In this world, only he can be qualified to stand in the clouds, unscrupulous.

Mike has never felt that Paldi has such a compelling charm. On the way to the metropolis, he laughed and asked about Paldi’s power, what he wanted to do, and so on to attract his subordinates. He didn’t think he could resist. The nuclear bomb did not think he could conquer and unify the earth in this way.

But now, he felt that under the white windbreaker, he was cruel enough, cruel enough, and capable enough, smart enough, that he never cared about the life or death of others.

He is already a ruthless and tyrannical -Kun King.

There was a burst of blood in Mike's heart. There was a kind of person who wanted to follow the white back and put this planet under his feet, making him the master of this planet, dominating everything, everything is for the sake of Pamelo.

"For Pamela!"

In the nightclub of the Brotherhood, all the original members of the Brotherhood are there, and it has been cleaned up. It is similar to a cocktail party. Everyone is nervous and cold in their hearts. Badi challenges their fear every moment and kills them at will, making them uneasy. .

The gang name of the Brotherhood has disappeared.

They are now ‘Pamurot’.

Badi didn't change the name of any gang, but just used his own name casually.

"For Pamela!"

Mike raised the wine glass in his hand, his expression was solemn, his throat was filled with infinite heat, and he felt solemn and fiery, like a faith, shouting a faith.

Leon was beside him and saw Mike holding a wine glass high, subconsciously, he wanted to learn, pulling the muscles of his arm hard, clenching his fist, and suddenly raising his right hand.

"For Pamela!"

Leon said, the voice is not loud, but in this quiet and fearful environment of more than a hundred people, the voice is a bit small, but very clear.

His heart trembled, and he had never been like this in front of more than a hundred people...crazy, self-breaking, and eye-catching.

It's like... he cut off that head.

Under the gaze of many eyes, his heart gradually became hot.

Burn a little! The scorching heat spreading from the heart, flowing through the blood throughout the body, made him excited and hot, his hairs were erected, goose bumps aroused, and he was so excited that he couldn't himself.

Being watched by others, being watched by others, let the sight of the world be on your own body!

This feeling! ! That's great! !

"For Pamela!"

He roared loudly and blushed.

Leon thumped his fist to the sky again, his hot body was trembling, his face was excited, and his eyes were hot.

I belong to Pamelo Di!

Leon's excitement detonated his partners. They heard that Leon followed Badi into the headquarters of the Brotherhood two days ago, killed the three brothers of the Brotherhood, and then ruled the neighborhood.

This is like a legend, I have created a legend.

"For Pamela!"

Leon's friends raised their fists unanimously, hit the sky, blushing and shouting!

They also have to do great things, young people should not be silent! !

This world should belong to them!

Belongs to young people!

The old order disappears, and we will create the New World!

Leon and his friends were almost madly punching their fists into the sky, as if they were about to break the suicide slum, this poverty, and this desperate place.

"For Pamela!"

Boiling can be contagious...

Scorching heat is contagious...

Crazy is contagious...

Faith is contagious...

The original members of the Brotherhood looked at each other. Slowly, some people here raised their right fists and hit the sky.

"For Pamela!"

From the volume, several people gradually raised their fists, until everyone raised their fists, their faces were red and roaring.

As if it became a devil, it was like a virus, contagious, and this name condensed everyone crazy.

"For Pamela!"

A series of huge sound waves gathered beside Badi.

They were driven one by one, and their roaring slogans gathered everything about them.

The crazy and scorching temperature burned, everyone stared at Badi fiercely, roared with exhaustion, trembling with excitement, and the converged sounds aroused everyone's goose bumps.

Ba Di's figure is as high as a sky pillar, and his stalwart body stands tall in the sound of waves.

"Hahahahahaha......"

He suddenly laughed, grinned, and laughed wildly, with a faint red flash in his eyes.

This feeling is so good that the whole world revolves around you, and yells around you.

He held up his stalwart body, smiled suddenly, and hit the sky with his right hand.

One punch exploded the air, and the air current fluctuated wildly.

The eyes of the surrounding people became more fierce and crazy, and they punched their fists to the sky, blood boiled, and trembling with excitement, they used all their strength to roar.

"For Pamela!"

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