Reborn Nobility

Chapter 421 Enemies and Enemies

Xia Xiaoluo looked down and saw that Chu Xiuhan's hands were shaking slightly, not because of fear, but because of anger.

Xia Xiaoluo nodded coldly to Blade Thunder, Qu Xiaoyuan and the others. Thunderbolt quickly drew his gun, pointed at the gangsters who were committing violence and pulled the trigger. A string of angry bullets were shot out, killing each and every one of them.

The body fell down with a sound.

The skills of the soldiers of the Republic are not given in vain. Moreover, Lei Lei is a soldier who has experienced the flames of war. These gangsters have become the ghosts of his guns before they even put up their pants.

What Daofeng is most proud of is his knife skills, so he does not use a gun, but a knife. A short Swiss Army knife.

He took out a Swiss Army Knife from his pocket and ran like a ghost among the crowd. No one could see his techniques and movements clearly. However, after he left, a thin line would definitely appear on the gang member's neck.

A blood line - a moment later, blood spurted out from the thin wound like fine sand.

Qu Xiaoyuan, on the other hand, was holding a gun in his hand and stood between Xia Xiaoluo and the gang members. His face was expressionless and his eyes were calm. He looked at the gang members warily. Whenever anyone made a move, he would shoot with his raised hand. His marksmanship was extremely accurate.

, one shot at a time, headshots shot after shot.

This made Xia Xiaoluo sigh. He remembered that when the Half-Life game was popular in his previous life, this birdman was a master. He would kill himself every day and then whip his corpse. Unexpectedly, in this life, he would play with real guns and live ammunition, and this kid would be unambiguous. It seems,

The millions spent at American Military Resources are well worth it, and the training is very effective.

The tall Eric was already hiding behind a gambling machine, shivering. He did not expect to encounter a gang fight in Las Vegas, a scene that had only been seen in Hollywood blockbusters before. However,

The scene before his eyes was clearly real, not a movie.

The smell of blood made him feel suffocated.

Xia Xiaoluo is not a gangster? No, Eric thinks he is more terrifying than ordinary gangsters.

However, despite his busy schedule, Eric still remembered that Xia Xiaoluo was his sponsor. He made a phone call, a phone call that made him feel very proud throughout his life.

With an evil smile on his face, Xia Xiaoluo stood with his hands behind his back, watching the gang members in front of him fall down one by one, with blood splashing like red roses blooming in the air. He was very satisfied with the result, and

Compared to Blade Thunder and others, these gang members move as fast as puppets.

It wasn't until the gang members reacted and pulled out their pistols that they discovered that the black barrels of the guns were firmly pressed against the foreheads of Fang Bazhi and Beng Yaju.

Fang Bazhi and Beng Yaju were both stunned.

One of them in Las Vegas and the other in Macau are both gangsters who have been involved in the underworld for many years. However, they have never seen such a weak-looking young man with such courage. In Las Vegas and in the United States,

In this country, this is the world of the big circle gangs and the mafia. They openly shoot and kill, killing more than ten people.

Crazy! This boy must be crazy!

Even if he kills all the gang members, will he be able to walk out of Las Vegas?

None of the big circle gangs, the mafia, and the American police will let him go. On the other hand, the skills of Blade and Thunder can definitely be ranked among the first-class masters. This kind of person can be a tyrant no matter where he hangs out.

Ah! And these two killers were willing to be this young man's bodyguards.

Who is he?

Thunder and Blade brought Fang Bazhi and Beng Yaju in front of Xia Xiaoluo and sent them away fiercely, the muzzles never leaving their heads. Fang Bazhi and Beng Yaju still stood there with arrogance on their faces.

"Kneel down!" Lei Lei and Dao Feng both kicked their knees, causing them to kneel on the ground.

Xia Xiaoluo turned a blind eye to the dark gun muzzles around him, always with a faint smile on his face, slapped his face with eight fingers and said: "Now, do you know who is the real side dish?"

Fang Bazhi looked at Xia Xiaoluo fiercely, with a look of unwillingness on his face.

Xia Xiaoluo turned to Qu Xiaoyuan and said with a smile: "Slap! Beat him until he cries! When he cries, kill him!"

It is true that the United States is a society ruled by law. However, the United States is also a money society. With the Sunshine Act, Xia Xiaoluo’s Tianxia Group, Hand of God, and powerful cultural and film investment companies, politicians who need political donations are

They need Xia Xiaoluo to help them, and what Xia Xiaoluo wants to kill is just a gang leader.

Moreover, Fang Ba pointed out that they committed the murder first, and Xia Xiaoluo killed them. All he had to do was say that the time of shooting was when they were committing the murder. Damn, he acted bravely, but it was a pity that the American devils were not popular with them.

Certificates and banners, but US dollars are also good, so I won’t mind.

Then, the empty casino remembered the crisp sound of applause.

The gang members watched their square fingers being beaten, and blood dripped from their mouths, but they could only watch. The boss was in the hands of others, so they did not dare to act like a prince.

In Las Vegas, strength is everything. And the other side is obviously stronger than our side——

There are five major gangs in Las Vegas, and assassinations and bloody incidents between gangs occasionally break out. However, Las Vegas is now becoming more and more standardized and legalized, and is in a stage of transformation. So things like this tonight

Such sudden gun battles are relatively rare.

The gunshots at the Dynasty Gambling Hotel shocked many passers-by and tourists around. The leaders of the five major gangs also learned about this incident at the first time. They all set their sights on this gambling hotel and began to collect information. They wanted to collect information as soon as possible.

Understand what happened here. They are all curious, who is so brave? Dare to go on a killing spree in Las Vegas?

In the night, a BMW came speeding towards the hotel with a gust of wind, followed by more than a dozen cars. These vehicles instantly blocked the parking lot of the Dynasty Gambling Hotel.

The white-haired middle-aged man in the front passenger seat of the BMW car opened the door hurriedly and jumped out, looking very panicked.

This surprised Wang Xiaohu, the driver who drove him. Pulsatilla, the leader of the Big Circle Gang that spans the West Coast of the United States, is known for his calm mind and ruthlessness. Even in the most critical moments of the gang, he has always been calm and composed, like today.

This was the first time he had seen this situation.

Pulsatilla is not an old man. On the contrary, he is very young, only in his forties. However, he is born with white hair. Many people once laughed at his shortcomings, and he has been troubled for a long time because of this.

After he became famous, he simply dyed all his hair white, making it spotless and snow-white. Now, his white hair has become a scene in Las Vegas. In Las Vegas, wherever there is white hair, all the hair is white.

People's voices can't help but lower by a few decibels. Many socialites even praised the white-headed man for being so handsome. The white-headed man smiled when he heard this, but secretly cursed in his heart, when I have no money,

Why does no one say that I am handsome with white hair?

The white-headed man jumped out of the car and rushed into the hotel without even having time to greet the gang members behind him. In his haste, he did not forget to pull out the pistol from his waist and pull the safety catch.

Before he could reach the door of the hotel, "Boom, boom, boom--" a huge roar came from the sky.

Pulsatilla looked up and saw a helicopter hovering in the sky. The rapidly rotating propeller formed a whirlwind, twisting the leaves of the surrounding betel nut trees into strange shapes and kicking up choking dust.

People also fled one after another, and the wind messed up his sleek white hair.

I saw that the helicopter was a little panicked and landed in an open space in front of the hotel. This is an extremely dangerous thing and it may be punished by the Air Traffic Control Commission tomorrow.

There are several heliports in Las Vegas, but, obviously, not one at the Dynasty Casino.

Although urgent matters were waiting for Pulsatilla to solve, he couldn't help but stay for a minute to see which arrogant person was sitting on the plane. After a while, a familiar face came into view.

Old Kurt was in his sixties, with gray hair and a tall body. The small eyes on his plump face shone with a cunning light, like an old fox stealing food.

Despite his appearance, he is one of the leaders of the American Mafia and a major shareholder of the MGM Film Group. Most importantly, he is the sworn enemy of the Big Circle Gang. Damn it, what is he doing here? Pulsatilla is here.

I murmured in my heart.

Old Kurt, who had just gotten off the helicopter, also saw the white-headed man and cursed in his heart. Sure enough, you are looking for trouble. Damn it, you made yourself come all night from Hollywood.

His face was gloomy, and he walked to the side of the white-headed man in three steps. His eyes were full of hatred, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He said coldly: "Mr. white-headed man, if you want to disturb my golden age this time,

Lord, you ruined my big thing, I promise, I will use all my belongings and the lives of more than 3,000 people from the five major Italian Mafia families to bet that your big circle gang will not survive tomorrow!"

Before the white-headed man could react, Old Kurt walked into the hall with quick steps.

The white-headed man snorted coldly and thought to himself, "There are more than three thousand people? Is that very powerful? Old Kurt, you are really old. Now the gangs are no longer simply competing for strength in numbers! I have a strong backer, and I get the amount every year."

Amazing funding!

Thinking of his "big backer" whom he had never met before, the white-headed man felt excited. Without the one thousand yuan of funding more than a year ago, he would not have been able to recruit troops, and the Big Circle Gang would not be what it is today.

How is he doing now? The white-headed man hurriedly walked into the Dynasty Gambling Hotel.

As soon as the hurried Pulsatilla and Old Kurt entered the door, they were almost staggered by the strong smell of blood inside. When they took a closer look, they saw seven corpses lying on the ground. The wounds on the corpses were even more shocking. Four of them were

There was a bloody hole on his forehead between his eyebrows. It was obvious that he had been killed by a single shot, right in the middle of his eyebrow. The other three had their throats cut, and the ugly wounds were still bleeding out.

The "slapping" at the Dynasty Gambling Hotel was still going on. Fang Bazhi and Beng Yaju's mouths had swollen up to a point, and little bits of blood were flowing down the corners of their mouths.

They remembered Xia Xiaoluo's words, "Beat him until he cries, but as soon as he cries, kill him." Damn it, is this about making him cry or not? What about Fang Bazhi and Bengyaju?

To put it bluntly, it is as if Hamlet's "To live or to die, that is the question" is full of paradoxes.

"Stop!" Almost at the same moment, Old Kurt and Pulsatilla, the two gangsters who had always been bitter enemies, shouted together.

When Xia Xiaoluo saw two strangers, he looked at them with an interesting smile and raised his hand to tell Lei Lei and others to stop.

When Fang Bazhi saw the white-headed man coming, he felt as if he saw an angel descending to earth. He instantly had support. However, he did not dare to stand up, so he knelt on the ground, turned around and shouted to the white-headed man: "Brother, hurry up and save me! Here!

I want revenge, I want to avenge my brothers! These people killed seven of our brothers!"

[The backstage is very unstable today and it is difficult to get in. It took me a long time to get in... Woo hoo, comrades, please bring some flowers. I will update the 10,000-word update tomorrow. That’s all for today]