West Coast Aesthetic Iaido

"I I shot."

Besley also seemed very afraid of his own shooting.

Although Besley had a pistol with him most of the time before, he rarely fired it. This also results in Besley's marksmanship being very poor. Even within ten meters, he is not necessarily guaranteed to hit the opponent.

"No, Officer Luo Su, that's my home, I can shoot!"

"Yes, someone broke into my house! They had knives in their hands and wanted to kill me!"

After Besley received the task of assassinating Lori from Cannella, his whole nerves were in a highly tense state.

Last night, because he was detained in the Long Beach Police Station, Besley couldn't sleep all night.

It can be said that Besley is very mentally fragile now, and every move around him will cause him to have an overreaction.

Luo Su raised his eyes and looked at Besley's home, but there was no movement inside, "Who wants to kill you?"

"It's Cannella! Cannella wants to kill me!"

The shouting Besley's face had a close contact with the earth, and the skin on his nose and chin was rubbed off. At this time, blood was constantly seeping out. If it was at night, it might even be People passing by were startled.

"Did you hit it?" Luo Su did not accept Besley's words, but asked again about the situation in the house.

"No, no."

Although Besley was only three steps away from the Crip Gang member who wanted to kill him just now, Besley, who took out his gun and shot in desperation, had no accuracy at all. After the shot was fired, the bullet not only missed He was able to hit the opponent and almost lost his hand with the pistol.

"He had escaped out the back door."

When Besley ran out just now, he also caught a glimpse of the opponent's route of action. The guy who wanted to kill him did not catch up with him, but ran towards the back door of the wooden house.

"Why are you panicking after you run away?"

As Luo Su spoke, he pulled the other person up from the ground. When he saw the blood stains on Besley's face, he shook his head and said, "You'd better not worry about the killer. I advise you to go see a doctor first."

"Don't go to the hospital. By the time you get in line, your wounds will have healed on their own."

"Go find a personal doctor."

Hospital queues in the United States are so common that a tooth infection can be delayed for three months. Not to mention inflammation, even a stabbing will heal itself within three months.

Because of this, even if Besley went to the hospital for injuries like this, there would be no doctor at all. Unless he goes straight to the emergency room, there might be a chance.

But in this case, the dollars in Besley's pocket will definitely not allow him to do this.

And the only ones who can help him may be clinics in Chinatown or private doctors.

"No, it's okay." When he mentioned the doctor, Besley's head suddenly got big. He didn't have the money to get this thing. How could he give the money he finally earned from Luo Su to those vampires?

After finishing speaking, Besley reached out and wiped his face directly, and the blood stains were directly wiped all over his face, which made people look even more terrifying.

"Okay, it's up to you."

"Now it seems that the Cripple Gang really can't tolerate you. I advise you to find a backer on your own."

After Luo Suruo left a meaningful sentence, he turned around and walked towards his pickup truck.

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Besley held the Ruger pistol in his right hand, hanging naturally by his side, and his left hand was placed in front of him. The palm of his hand was covered with blood stains on his face. He looked at Luo Su's back and didn't know what to do for a moment.

From wanting to be an informant to being asked by Cannella to assassinate Lowry, his life changed dramatically in just a few days.

A few days ago, he was a cripple who slept on a bench in a wealthy area to avoid Mike's debt collection.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"Damn, what a bunch of rubbish!"

Besley suddenly squatted down and sat on the curb, cursing loudly in his mouth. And Cannella, Mike, Lori, and Luo Su, who had just left, were all targets of Besley's abuse.

"Besley has gone back?"

In the Crip Gang's tavern, Cannella picked up a pistol, stuck it in his waist, and said to Mike on the side.

"Well, I'm back."

"I originally wanted to bring him back at the door of the police station, but who knew that he ran directly towards the police station and was picked up by the policeman."

The note in the mouth of Mike who was replying was none other than Luo Su, who drove Besley home in a pickup truck.

"Just go back." Cannella did not blame Mike for failing to complete his task this time. After he finished talking to Mike, he walked towards the door of the tavern.

Mike followed quickly and asked Cannella: "Boss, where are you going?"

"Look for Besley."

"Bring the goods."

When Cannella was talking, people had already walked out of the tavern. Mike, who was following him, quickly picked up a bag of contraband on the table and chased after him.

Mike didn't know why he wanted to bring goods to Besley, but what Cannella said was always correct. He just needed to carry out Cannella's instructions.

It was quite close from the Cripple's Tavern to Besley's home. It only took Cannella less than five minutes to drive an old red Ford pickup truck to Besley's neighborhood with one hand.

And when Cannella arrived at the door of Besley's house, Luo Su had just left. When Cannella parked the car, he happened to see Besley sitting on the side of the street with his hands on his face, wondering what he was thinking.

Cannella, who walked up to Besley, put one knee on the ground, parallel to Besley's head, and then whispered: "Besley."

Um?

The familiar voice startled Besley, who suddenly separated his hands and looked at Cannella who suddenly appeared in front of him with wide eyes.

"Put the gun down! You damn guy!"

At this time, since Besley was still holding the Ruger pistol in his hand, Mike, who was behind Cannella, ran over quickly and was about to snatch the Ruger pistol from Besley's hand.

But before the black man Mike could get closer, Besley suddenly glared at him, raised the pistol in his right hand, and growled: "Stop!"

When the black hole of the gun was aimed at him, the normally arrogant Mike stopped and looked at the other person with an incredulous look on his face.

This guy Besley actually dares to point a gun at me?

In Mike's memory, Besley has always been a coward and he never thought that this guy would point a gun at him one day.

"Besley, put the gun down."

While Besley glared at Mike, Cannella's expression did not change at all. Being only one step away from Besley, he didn't seem too afraid that Besley's gun would fall on his head.

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