West Coast Aesthetic Iaido

At this time, although Baisley wanted to kill Mike and Cannella in front of him with two shots, in the bloody field of vision, Baisley felt that Cannella in front of him was getting taller and taller, and there was something that made him A feeling of suffocation.

"Crack."

After a moment of confrontation, Besley finally threw the Ruger pistol to the ground.

Without the pistol in his hand, Besley instantly seemed to have lost his strength. His hands were drooped on his sides, and he looked at Cannella in front of him blankly.

Cannella glanced at the pistol on the ground, and was quite satisfied with Besley's reaction. "Why didn't you shoot when you were at the Long Beach Police Department?"

"I"

Besley recalled the scene at that time. The pressure from the police officers on him, the chaos of the surrounding crowd, and the scene where the two gunmen were shot dead instantly made Besley dare not take out his gun.

But Besley couldn't say this at all, because it was too embarrassing for a gang member.

"You didn't complete your mission."

"According to the rules, you can't stay in the Crip Gang anymore."

"Some people want to kill you, but after all, you have been in the Crip Gang for several years, so I decided to give you a chance."

As Cannella spoke, he took a black backpack from Mike behind him, "This is a batch of goods just returned from Mexico. It's enough for you to survive."

After speaking, Cannella threw the backpack directly in front of Besley, stood up and prepared to leave.

Cannella didn't mention anything about sending Besley to the Blood Gang, but now that Besley has such a large batch of goods, he can't find a place to ship it except to the Blood Gang and the Mexican Gang. I can sell this batch of goods.

As for retail sales, each gang has its own territory. If Besley doesn't want to be chopped off, he won't dare to go to those gangs' sphere of influence.

The Mexican gang is dominated by Mexicans, while the Blood gang is dominated by blacks. And Besley himself is also a black man, so going to the Blood Gang is of course the best choice.

Although all this is just Cannella's own planning, from a logical point of view, the success rate is quite high.

As long as Besley can get in touch with people from the Blood Gang, it will be a matter of course for this guy to join the Blood Gang.

"Are we just going to let him go?"

Mike, who walked towards the pub again, glanced at Besley, who was still sitting there motionless, and asked Cannella behind him.

"Let's go."

Cannella did not answer Mike's question directly, but walked in the direction of Chao Tavern without looking back.

When Mike saw this, he knew enough not to ask any more questions, followed Cannella in two or three steps, and soon disappeared in the neighborhood where Besley was.

"This guy is really here."

At the entrance to Long Beach City's Third Block, Luo Su and Selina were sitting in front of the glass window of a cafe, watching Besley, who turned around and walked towards the block.

Selina looked at the familiar figure and said to Luo Su beside her: "Do you want to follow this guy?"

"No, just make sure he has been here."

Luo Su had already spoken to Cannella before and knew that the other party had given Besley a bag of contraband. This was why he drove directly to the third block after getting the news.

In fact, in this area, due to the previous attack by Luo Su with the special operations team, the number of Blood Gang personnel here is relatively small.

Especially since yesterday, members of the Mexican Gang have been expanding to the third neighborhood, preparing to bring this area into the Mexican Gang's sphere of influence.

At this time, Besley didn't know that his actions were still being monitored by Luo Su. When he came to the third block, he was actually very nervous. After all, he was a member of the Crip Gang before and had always been... They are mortal enemies with the Blood Gang.

Although he has broken away from the Lame Gang now, the people from the Blood Gang don't know it. It is not impossible that he will be beaten up by the Blood Gang when he goes in later.

But the good thing is that there were not many members of the Blood Gang in the third block these two days. They only gathered near the burned-out room to guard against the Mexican gang's pressing steps.

"Buzz!"

As Besley kept walking towards the third block, a Harley-Davidson motorcycle came up behind him with a loud noise.

"Hey, where are you from?" Since Besley was a bit unfamiliar and was carrying a dark backpack, this also made the Blood Gang members who had just arrived from another street a little confused.

Besley turned around and was about to answer the other party when the Blood Gang member who stopped him suddenly shouted: "Besley! It's you damn guy."

The member of the Blood Gang cursed, got off the motorcycle, and walked quickly towards Besley.

Before Besley could react, the member of the Blood Gang had already smashed his balled-up right hand into his eye socket.

When the other party started to attack, he didn't stop talking. When Besley was beaten and kept retreating, the man also said: "Damn guy, you still dare to come here?!"

"ah!"

Besley screamed and reached out to cover the left eye that was hit. The wound that had just scabbed after the morning's injury also burst open due to the blow, and blood flowed from the seam of Besley's left hand. come out.

‘Am I so strong? ’

The member of the Blood Gang was a little doubtful about the effect of his punch. He didn't expect that with just one punch, blood was already pouring out of Besley's face.

"Damn it, you want to blackmail me for money again, right?"

"You haven't paid me back my two hundred dollars yet!"

Perhaps he was really afraid that he would punch Besley to death. After seeing Besley fall to the ground, this member of the Blood Gang quickly took two steps forward and came to Besley's side and asked: "What's going on?" Is it fake?"

"Damn! Blood!" Besley, who had fallen to the ground, finally reacted. He took off his left hand and only saw a trace of blood.

When Besley moved his hand away, the Blood Gang member finally saw the situation on Besley's face clearly. On the opponent's face, which was not handsome in the first place, several wounds were gathered near the forehead and the bridge of the nose. They were not at the location where he had just struck.

"Shit! I just said that I didn't use that much force at all." This member of the Blood Gang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the other party's bleeding had nothing to do with him. After all, he didn't want to enter. Go to the bureau to eat in jail.

"Chandler!"

"What the hell did you hit me for?"