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Chapter 91

At this time, another voice came from behind Davis.

"Want a taste of my . 38? Leave the car and you can go."

Davis turned his head, and under the light of the car, he found a black man about his own age, pointing a pistol at himself.

At this time, a terrified voice came from the Lexus.

"What happened?"

Davis' face changed drastically, he turned around without hesitation, and shot the second black man who appeared.

DeWeese, who hadn't touched a gun in two lifetimes, just fired a shot forward according to his feeling.

Fortunately, the shot hit the black man directly in the thigh.

He fell to his knees.

Baker, whose nerves were stretched to the limit, kicked subconsciously, kicking the gun out of his hand.

DeWeese didn't care about the changes here, and quickly ran towards the Lexus.

To his relief, there was no gunshot over there like in the original history. The first person looked back and saw the situation here, and he was stunned.

DeWeese ran to a short distance behind the Lexus and pointed his gun at the first man.

"Put down the gun and squat down with your head in your arms."

The man immediately raised the gun in his hand and pointed at Davis as well.

Davis, who is familiar with this period of history in his previous life, knows that although these two people are young, only 17 or 8 years old, they are indeed outlaws.

The .38 pistol was the basis for DeWeese to identify the two of them, because according to reports released by later generations, Daniel Green had just robbed a convenience store a week ago, robbed the pistol, and killed the clerk.

The two confronted each other with guns, and Davis felt his palms were covered with sweat. For the first time, he felt that death was so close to him.

While confronting Davis, Larry backed away slowly. He walked to the cab of the Lexus, and suddenly shot the window glass of the cab, and then smashed the glass with his elbow. He pointed at the people in the car and said, "Get out."

DeWeese didn't dare to shoot at this distance. His marksmanship was inaccurate. If Larry was irritated by accidental injury or miss, he would be in vain today.

Then he looked at DeWeese and said, "Drop your gun or I'll shoot him."

Obviously, Larry is very smart, he can see that the people in the Lexus are very important to Davis.

Sure enough, Davis instantly fell into a dilemma.

He was so cautious that he neither dared to put down the gun, nor did he dare not let it go.

The people in the car walked down slowly with their hands raised.

"I'm rich, my son is rich, don't shoot, I can give you money." This was a middle-aged black man, he looked at Larry in great panic, and kept saying words of begging for mercy.Until now, he didn't know exactly what happened, but he knew that the person in front of him wanted to kill him, while the person opposite wanted to save him.

Larry impatiently kicked the middle-aged black man in the leg socket, kicking him down to his knees, and then shot him in the calf without hesitation.

The middle-aged black man yelled in pain, which echoed the groan of Green who was controlled by the three of Baker next to him, making one's hair stand on end in the silent night.

"Put down your gun, and then let my companion come over. Then kneel on the ground with your head in your hands." Larry concealed his impatience with an impatient tone. He didn't expect that it was just a robbery planned by him and Green, and how could something unexpected happen, and this group of big men in front of him would be provoked.

Davis's eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of a small detail mentioned in the report when he read the report in his previous life.

"I hope it's true, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor..." Davis slowly put the gun on the ground.

"Do you know who that person is in your hand?"

"I don't care who he is, I only know that rich people deserve to die!"

"Aren't you two Chicago Bulls fans?" DeWeese said slowly, raising his hands and looking into Larry's eyes.

"So what?" Larry felt that the man in front of him was so strange that he had time to talk about such things when life and death were at stake, but how did he know that he was a Jordan fan?Does he know me?

Looking at DeWeese's attire, he must be either rich or expensive, and Larry knew that this person would definitely not know him, and he and he were completely in two worlds.

"The man in your hand is named James Jordan. He is Michael Jordan's father. If you kill him, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

"Impossible, you lied!" Larry's reaction was bigger than Davis expected.

"You can take a look at this Lexus and see what's in it, and then you'll believe me."

At this time, the middle-aged black man in Larry's hand was also struggling out of the pain. He knew that this was the most critical time, so he ignored the pain from his calf and said loudly: "Yes, I am Michael Jordan's father. If you don't believe me, there is Jordan's All-Star ring in the car and the watch he gave me after he won this year's championship! It's in the locker in front of the co-pilot!"

Larry couldn't care less about the hostage-taking anymore. He seemed eager to find out if it was true. He dropped James Jordan in his hand, opened the car door and got into the co-pilot.

Davis took advantage of this time to rush over, dragged James Jordan over, and stuffed him into his car.

"No one cares, let's go!" DeWeese called his companion to get in the car quickly, started the car while Larry was still looking for something, dropped Green who was still moaning on the ground, and drove away from the scene at the fastest speed.

Two minutes later, Larry emerged from the car with a ring and a watch.

Seeing that several people had left, he didn't say anything. He just took his things and came to Green who was still lying on the ground.

"The black iron gave us the news that the person who asked us to rob was Michael Jordan's father."

Green heard that even though he was mentally prepared to hear the conversation between the two just now, he was still taken aback.

It turned out that in the impoverished and chaotic lives of the two, basketball was their only adjustment, and both of them were diehard fans of the Chicago Bulls, more precisely, diehard fans of Michael Jordan.

The cold sweat broke out on Larry's head layer by layer. He didn't dare to imagine what kind of regret he would live in for the rest of his life if he killed his idol's father.

With difficulty, he pulled Green into the car.

"It seems that they are not going to take this car anymore. Green, your shot was not in vain. We have made a fortune. This Lexus 400L costs 5 US dollars."

But Green obviously didn't think so. Enduring the pain, he sweated profusely and said to Larry, "Larry, I think the two of us are in big trouble."

Write it in the text, it doesn't count as money anyway.

Today, a reader said that it’s okay, but the update is too slow. I’ll say it again, the update is slow, which is my editor’s request. This will allow the book to stay in the new book period for a while. After the new book period is over, there will be a guarantee of [-] every day. I hope everyone will support this book.

(End of this chapter)