Pirate Journalist

Chapter 66
After Grace approached, she took Gotti's arm, like a bird clinging to someone, her red lips parted lightly: "Why did you call me out, Albany and Becky don't even know I'm here!"

"Of course I want you to see how the old dog Albany died!" Little Gotti said arrogantly.

He raised his chin slightly and looked at Albany triumphantly.

It's like a general who has won a battle is receiving the attention of civilians.

Grace glanced at little Gotti, smiled slightly, said nothing, and also focused on Albany.

"Grace! Didn't I just tease you? Is it necessary to be so cruel?" Albany's face was pale, and he shouted in surprise: "As the patriarch of one of the youngest five big families, you have a lot of adults. Pass me once!"

"Then you have to ask the future Patriarch Gotti, I won't make any claims in front of him." Grace said slowly, with a hint of tenderness in her tone.

Little Gotti was puzzled when he heard Albany's words, but he immediately put it behind him when Grace said this.

"How about it, Patriarch Albany! Come and beg me! If you beg me well..." Little Gotti laughed wildly: "I won't let you go either! Hahahahahaha!"

Little Gotti feels that the pinnacle of life is nothing more than this, embracing a beautiful woman, turning his hands into clouds, and turning his hands into rain.

In front of partners, younger brothers, and civilians, he casually mocked Albany, who was on the same level as his father.

What a joy!
The only pity is that all the civilians in the restaurant have to be killed in a while to prevent the secret from being leaked to the navy.

This is the only rule of survival for gangsters.

In this way, no one will spread the great deeds of his little Gotti.

"You are worse than that old bastard Gotti! Even if I die, I will definitely kill you!" Albany blushed, holding a pistol with only a few bullets left, and rushed out.

He rushed towards Little Gotti with a ferocious face, facing the black muzzle of Little Gotti, he just turned his body slightly to avoid the critical point.

Bang!Bang!
Albany's body was spattered with blood, but only injured, not fatal.

In order to shorten the distance and improve the hit rate of the last few bullets, he endured the pain and kept rushing forward.

"Old dog! Struggling to die!" Little Gotti showed a disdainful smile on his face, pulled Grace aside with his left hand, and continued to shoot with his right hand.

Blood spattered everywhere, and Albany staggered, with resentment in his eyes, he raised his hand and shot the first bullet at Gotti Jr.

However, he was easily dodged by Gotti Jr.

Although he doesn't know how to be domineering, his long-term accumulated experience in gun battles is enough for Gotti to deal with Albany's dying shots with ease.

Albany also seemed to have seen the final outcome, and with resignation in his eyes, he fired the second bullet.

With a sneer on his face, Gotti escaped the shot again.

As Albany's body became weaker and weaker, the precursors of shooting became more and more obvious, and the trajectory of the bullet was easier to predict.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
Not only Gotti Jr. was shooting, but the four surviving men were also shooting at Albany.

After a while, Albany fell backwards like a sieve, covered in bullet holes.

Albany's eyes were full of unwillingness, and he pulled the trigger with the last bit of strength left before he fell down.

The third and final bullet was fired at once.

There was a strong sarcasm in Gotti's eyes.

Albany had lost the energy to aim his last shot, and if he was right, the bullet would have passed a hand's length from his neck.

Can't hurt him at all.

Albany also felt that the aim of the shot was wrong, and his eyes were full of disappointment and regret.

It's just that the obsession has been achieved, and Albany's eyes are fixed on the front, as if hoping that the bullet will turn around and penetrate the throat of the young Gotti.

Bullets, of course, don't turn at will.

But people move.

A slender and slender hand suddenly touched the waist of little Gotti, and pushed gently.

Little Gotti looked terrified, and with this slight push, his body involuntarily moved half a step sideways.

Although it is only half a step, it is the distance between life and death.

puff!
The bullet pierced through the throat, and blood splashed out.

The whole house fell silent.

Murphy and Becky looked at the owner of the hand, Grace, in surprise.

The restaurant guests lying on the ground were also dumbfounded, the development of the matter was too unexpected.

Albany saw what he wanted to see as he wished, twitched the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes and fell into darkness.

Little Gotti fell to the ground, clutching his throat with both hands, staring at Grace with a look of despair and confusion, his mouth kept moving, as if he was asking something, but he couldn't make a sound.

"For your pig-like vanity, you exposed me. You only wanted to watch you kill each other, but you forced me to end it myself!"

Grace sneered, then squatted down, stroked the face of little Gotti and said softly: "But it doesn't matter, you will all die anyway, if you want to break the pattern of the five major families, you always need a little opportunity, you say Right, sweetheart?"

The slender hand stroked the desperate face and continued to slide down.

The icy touch of the leather stopped on Gotti's hands, and those hands were desperately clutching his neck, trying to stop the blood from flowing out.

Grace smiled lightly, and then pressed hard, her hands couldn't stop the bleeding at first, but now the blood was gushing like a fountain.

In front of the crowd, the young Gotti, who was still high-spirited just now, gradually darkened his eyes and could not rest in peace.

His four men looked terrified and cold, and after recovering, they raised their guns and shot at Grace.

With a light leap, Grace threw herself into the air to avoid bullets, put her arms around the head of one of her subordinates, and using this as the axis, the whole person drew an arc in the air, and a cold light shone under the high heels, across the other The necks of the three men.

Blood spurted out, and the three fell to the ground and died.

During this process, the head, which was used as the axis, turned a full circle, the neck was twisted into twists, and the last subordinate also died.

"You are the only newcomer who has just risen!" Grace landed lightly on the ground, then walked towards Becky, and said, "Do you want to join my family, or be killed by me here?"

Bang!
A gunshot echoed Grace's words.

"What a disobedient rookie!"

A chill flashed in Grace's eyes, she casually turned sideways to avoid the bullet, and then sprinted in front of Becky in an instant.

At some point, a short knife appeared in her hand, and she swung it at Becky with a cold light, as if she would behead Becky in the next moment.

Faced with such a situation, Becky was unhurried, with a sinister smile on his lips.

Very strangely, a small door suddenly appeared on his body, and a miniature cannon was facing Grace.

A shell of the same size was blasted out, but when it reached Grace, it had returned to its normal size.

boom! !

The shell exploded!

Grace flew out in an instant and hit the pillar of the hotel.

At such a short distance, the power of the shells is naturally great, but at the same time it is also two-way.

However, Becky's appearance suddenly changed into that of a city wall, and the violent explosion did not cause any damage to Becky.

"I felt something was wrong a long time ago. Fortunately, I prepared a lot of hole cards." Becky patted the clothes that had recovered to the original, and smiled at Grace who fell on the ground: "Learning the eight punches can open treasures in an instant. It spread throughout the West Sea, there must be someone behind the scenes, and this person must be you! The head of Grace, one of the five gangs."

(End of this chapter)