West Coast Aesthetic Iaido

Without the obstruction of the four Mexican gang members in front of the bar, Luo Su easily reached the door, stretched out his hand and pushed, and walked into the bar.

Compared to the Crip Gang, this bar belonging to the Mexican Gang has a much more advanced decoration.

"Who are you? We are not opening the store today, go out." As soon as Luo Su entered the door, two Mexicans in black vests came over with frowns.

"What are those guys doing? They actually let people in."

"Why don't you leave?"

As the two Mexicans spoke, they walked towards Luo Su, obviously wanting to drive him out.

"You guy, didn't you hear me tell you to get out?"

Among the two, the one walking in front was a tall, thin guy with a big beard. He seemed to be about 1.8 meters tall, slightly taller than Luo Su.

When he walked to Luo Su, he reached out and pushed Luo Su out of the door.

When the opponent's right hand was only halfway extended, Luo Su's body suddenly sank. He pulled his right hand back and swung it out suddenly. With a bang, the tall and thin Mexican was already lying back. .

"Boom!"

Because all this happened so fast, the other Mexican next to him didn't even react. The guy who was knocked unconscious had already fallen heavily to the floor.

"Where is Arturo Santos?"

This time Luo Su did not knock down the other Mexican, but stared at him and asked him about Arturo's location.

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The Mexican didn't want to say it, but after glancing at his unconscious companion on the floor and the four Colt revolvers on Luo Su's waist, he swallowed and said: "In the private room No. 17. "

"very good."

Seeing that the other party was so cooperative, Luo Su didn't waste any more energy. Instead, he stepped over the Mexican on the ground and walked into the bar.

But just after taking two steps, Luo Su seemed to remember something again, and suddenly turned his head and looked at the remaining person.

The remaining gang member originally wanted to squat down to check on his companion on the ground, but as soon as he made a squatting posture, he saw Luo Su suddenly turning around.

"Is there anything else?" The man asked Luo Su timidly, maintaining an awkward posture.

Luo Su didn't care about the other party's movements. He saw the gunman with his right hand on his waist, pointing to the outer wall of the bar with his left hand, and asked directly: "How is the sound insulation here?"

"not bad."

"That's good."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Luo Su turned around again and walked towards the private room No. 17 that the Mexican said.

It was actually not that far from the bar door to Private Room 17, and there was no one else blocking the way, so Luo Su was already standing at the door of Private Room 17 without spending much time.

"squeak."

Listening to the deafening singing in the private room, Luo Su pushed open the door of the private room without any pause.

The people inside the house didn't seem to expect that the door would be opened. When the door was pushed open, the people inside said angrily: "Who? Damn it! Didn't I say no one is allowed to come in?"

The voice of the person speaking was quite familiar to Luo Su. It was Arturo Santos who had just had two phone calls with him.

Facing the other party's questions, Luo Su had no intention of responding. He took a step towards the private room, quickly pulled out the revolver from his waist with his right hand, and raised it upwards.

"boom!"

The gunshot rang out, and all the voices in the private room were silent for a second except for the singing.

And a second later, the sound of the red wine glass falling to the ground, the loud screams of the two naked dancers dancing in front of the sofa, and the collision of the tables when everyone was anxious to dodge, sounded at the same time. Time even overwhelmed the singing in the private room.

In just an instant, the room that was originally full of life and entertainment became chaotic and disorderly.

"Officer Luo Luosu."

In the room near the door, Ismael Santos, who originally thought it was the Crip or Blood Gang coming to kill him, stopped after seeing the figure at the door clearly.

"Officer Luo Su, what are you doing?"

Since he is a police officer in Long Beach City, Ismail feels that there is nothing to be afraid of. After all, the other party is a police officer, and he will never directly kill people like himself, right?

"Is he Luo Su?" Behind Ismael Santos, his brother Arturo Santos, who had just spoken to Luo Su, still had a look of fear on his face.

Compared to the sturdy Ismail, Arturo's figure seemed even bloated. At this time, he didn't even have time to stand up. He was still sitting on the sofa asking his brother Ismail. · Santos.

"Yes, this is Officer Luo Su who talked to you on the phone."

Ismail seemed to deliberately downplay the incident of Luo Su's shooting, and instead introduced Arturo with a smile on his face.

Compared to Ismail, who still had some palaces, Arturo, as the eldest brother, was beaming with joy. At this time, he had a look of anger on his face, and he pointed his finger at Luo Su and said loudly: "Damn it, who told you to shoot here? You damn scumbag, will I complain to Luo Li about you? You Just wait”

"boom!"

Before Arturo could finish speaking, Luo Su fired another quick shot.

After the gunshot, Arturo, who had pointed his index finger at Luo Su, fell silent for an instant.

Because at this time, a bloody hole had been made by Colt's revolver in his right shoulder, and blood was sizzling out.

Everyone present, including Ismail, had no idea that Luo Su would dare to actually shoot and hurt someone.

The private room, which had been slightly quiet, became noisy again at this time. The two dancers even picked up their clothes and hid in the corner, looking at Arturo who was already pale in fear.

"You think I'm here to listen to your nagging?"

After shooting, Luo Su put the revolver back on his waist, took a few steps forward, and sat on the edge of the sofa.

"You still know what I said on the phone? Arturo Santos."

Luo Su stared at the fat body and asked the leader of the Mexican gang in Long Beach City word by word.

"Huhu."

Arturo didn't know whether it was because he was frightened or because he had difficulty breathing due to blood loss. At this time, he no longer had the arrogance he had just now. Instead, he looked in the direction of Ismail with a blank look on his face.

"Officer Luo Su." Ismail was not affected at all, but just when he was about to reply on behalf of his brother Arturo, Luo Su raised his hand to stop him.

"What I'm saying is, either stop or collect the body, right?"