British 1986

A strong man wearing a Manchester United jersey held the collar of the back of Heizi's neck with one hand and half-dragged him towards Allen's car.

When passing by Edmund, the strong man stopped for a moment, and under the confused gaze of Little Heizi, he slapped him again on the back of the head.

Before Xiao Heizi could think more, the strong man only said, "Edmund, this is the boss of those people who beat you, and he has been captured for you."

Then he dragged Xiao Heizi forward.

Little Heizi was dragged to the side of Allen's car by the strong man. The strong man walked up to Sheriff Mello, and with a strong hand, he threw Little Heizi to the side of the car. One of them didn't stand firm, so he stumbled forward a few more steps, then lay on the ground not far from the car door. Just as he was about to raise his head, a big foot hit him in the face again.

"Lie down to the side, you blind bitch is blocking the way."

Xiao Shitou retracted his feet and grumbled, then bent down to open the rear door and asked Allen to get out of the car.

"Master, please slow down."

He protected the top of the car window with his left hand. After Allen got off the car, Xiao Shitou quickly took the black coat handed by the bodyguard next to him and put it on Allen's shoulders. It was cold at night.

Melo blinked. He had been standing here for so long. He waited for the little black guy on the ground to arrive before Allen got out of the car. As Allen got out of the car, the rear door on the other side also opened and he walked out. There was a big fat man. When Mello saw this man, he didn't pay much attention to him at first. When he came around from behind the car and stood next to Allen, Mello could see the fat man's face clearly.

This is?

Seeing this man's appearance, Melo was trembling. This man was actually the Duke of Angus whom he hadn't seen for a long time. He was the largest aristocrat in Manchester - the current heir to the Duke of Manchester.

Why is he here?

"Cough cough Allen, vomit"

Duke Angus got out of the car and walked next to Allen. He originally wanted to show off his drunkenness, but when he turned around and saw the severed hands and feet on the ground not far away, he smelled the air again. The fishy smell mixed with the car made his throat tremble. He couldn't hold it back, pressed his hands on the car door, bent over and started to vomit.

Allen leaned against the car door, adjusted the coat he was wearing with his left hand, waved his right hand in front of his nose and said, "Where's the cigarette?"

"Here you are, young master."

Xiao Shitou quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for Allen.

When you sit in the car and don't get out of the car, you may not feel anything, but when you get out of the car, there are so many parts on the ground, and the smell is extremely obvious. It is really uncomfortable if you don't light a cigarette to remove the smell.

After blowing out a puff of smoke and looking at Xiao Heizi who was still lying on the ground, Allen sneered, tilted his head slightly, and signaled the bodyguard to get this guy up.

"Do you know why I brought you here?"

Anthony was lying on the ground. After the car door opened, he didn't dare to breathe. Since arriving here, everywhere he looked, there were people wearing red shirts of the Manchester United team.

These people swept through their home base half an hour ago and killed all their younger brothers. From what they did, even if they were wearing jerseys, Anthony dared to swear to God that these people were definitely, definitely not ordinary people. People are not ordinary fans either.

In the dark night, hundreds of strong men wearing red Manchester United jerseys just watched quietly as the strong men carrying backpacks went up to deliver the so-called "trophies". Their hands and feet were knocked to the ground, and they stood in twos and threes. They lit cigarettes together silently and surrounded the place without making too much noise.

There were dark red spots of light from cigarette butts everywhere in the dark surroundings. Against the backdrop of the night, it was like the Burning Legion crawling out of hell. The sense of oppression was too strong.

In addition, there were hands, feet and the smell of blood next to the ambulance not far from him.

Even though he has been in the industry for so many years, this is the first time for Anthony, a veteran gangster, to see such a scene.

Compared with what they were doing today, Anthony felt that what he had done in the previous gang could only be regarded as naughty and mischievous as a bad boy at best. The gap between the two sides was too big.

Anthony lay on the ground and didn't dare to move, thinking about all these things. Suddenly!

"ah"

Along with Anthony's screams, he felt a stab of pain on his thigh. Someone stabbed his thigh hard from behind. This sudden stab forcefully interrupted Anthony's wild thoughts. Only then did he react. Come here, the guy who just got off the car seemed to be asking himself something, but he didn't hear it!

"Get up! Your Excellency is asking you something!"

Anthony, who had a knife stuck in his leg, grinned and was lifted up by the collar of his neck. Only then did he really face Allen. Looking at the expressionless young man, Anthony suddenly recognized him. Isn't he that famous aristocrat who has a takeaway company under his command?

My younger brother had a little conflict with his delivery boy today. Later, the delivery boy who was beaten ran away, and what happened next...

He asked the master behind him, and he was told that the problem was not big. Later, a group of big men wearing Manchester United jerseys arrived and swept across his warehouse.

Seeing the frightened little Heizi raising his head and looking at him in bewilderment, Allen was not angry. Instead, he asked in a gentler tone: "Who is the master behind you? Tell me."

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Anthony swallowed and was about to start acting stupid.

But without giving him a chance to perform, the knife on his thigh was suddenly pressed hard and twisted hard.

"ah!!!!!!"

A sharp, heart-wrenching scream came involuntarily from Anthony's mouth.

The pain of being stabbed by a knife is not at the same level as the pain of twisting the blade into the flesh without pulling it out!

Anthony was shaking all over in pain, as if he was being electrocuted. If someone hadn't been holding the collar of his neck from behind, he would have collapsed to the ground just this moment.

However, although he screamed miserably, Anthony did not beg for mercy or explain, as if he did not understand Allen's question at all.

Little Stone walked up to Anthony, looked down at the little black man, and asked on behalf of Allen: "Do you need me to remind you? A few hours ago, there was a phone call to you from Phils Apartment on Third Street. Say who the caller is."

Under normal circumstances, a small local gang like this would not be able to develop so many ways of making a living. The first time Allen saw their information, he felt that there was guidance or cooperation from an expert behind them. Something... It's not like they are unlearned little gangsters who can do whatever they want. Combined with the situation in Manchester, it can be easily deduced that behind their small gang, there is probably one or several small families supporting them, or perhaps Cooperate with them secretly.

In this way, a lot of things will make sense. Allen is simply interested in them, the people behind the Gucci Gang. He has come all the way, so he can't leave empty-handed, right?

But I didn't expect that these small families were quite vigilant.

It was probably a few hours ago that Allen ordered to use all his connections in Manchester to find out the details of this small gang. It is estimated that this small family may have received the news at that time. When he saw that something was wrong, he hurriedly sent someone to fight. He called and then cut off contact with the boss of the Gucci Gang. As for now, this little black guy is quite loyal and is not prepared to tell who is behind him.

But it doesn't matter if you can't catch them today, just take your time.

Looking at Anthony who was being tortured and screaming repeatedly, Allen chuckled and waved to the police sergeant who had been standing next to him, whose name he didn't even ask, to come over.

Melo watched Allen finally turn his eyes to him, and straightened his back subconsciously, standing up slightly. When Allen waved to him, he pointed at himself with his index finger. While Allen nodded to confirm, Mei Luo Luo took a few steps this time and walked to Allen and said, "Your Excellency, please give your orders."

"Hehe, let me lend you your gun."

Allen had just spotted the gun on Mello's waist, and he naturally asked to borrow it.

Melo looked a little embarrassed when he heard this request.

This was his last sense of security. If ordinary people dared to talk to him like this, he would have slapped them in the face.

But the man in front of him asked him to borrow a gun. Although this was against the rules, Melo did not dare to refuse.

He could only cry and take out his beloved gun from his waist with a look of reluctance, handing it to Allen with both hands.

"It's still a revolver. No wonder the security here is not good."

Allen took the gun and shook it with his right hand. This old-fashioned revolver is durable and in many movies, the police in Hong Kong and the police in Great Britain like to use this kind of gun. They are all old guys and they are very cheap.

However, this type of revolver actually has many shortcomings. For example, the rate of fire is not good, and the accuracy caused by the large recoil is not good. The key is that if there is an emergency, it is easy to make mistakes when reloading. After all, compared to the current magazine-type As for pistols, revolvers have to take out bullets and insert them one by one. Not to mention the slowness of changing bullets, it is already very backward in terms of ease of operation.

After taking the gun, Allen waved his hand, motioning for Sheriff Mello to stand aside, and then hooked his hand to the bodyguard carrying Little Heizi, motioning him to bring Little Heizi over.

"Don't tell me, right? I didn't expect you black people to have such loyal people. It's not easy. I like loyal people. Because you have such a strict tone, I will give you a chance. Do you want to live?"

Anthony was already on the verge of collapse. If his skin hadn't been originally black, his face would have turned pale. Now his face was dark and bloodless.

Hearing Allen's words, Anthony seemed to have grasped the last straw at this time. Even if there was only one percent hope, he did not want to die. He wanted to try. It is said that nobles are extremely trustworthy. He should be more trustworthy. Besides, with so many of his subordinates here, he must not lie to himself.

"I want to live, I want to live, I want to live!"

"Haha, very good, do something for me. As long as you finish it, the matter between us will be settled, and I will let you go."

Allen didn't look at Anthony when he spoke. He was playing with the revolver in his right hand. There were three bullets in it. Judging from the maintenance of the gun, it looked brand new, as if it hadn't been used for a long time. It was somewhere else. , if the guns in the hands of the police are of this quality, it may mean that the local public security is clean and the life is good.

But now in Manchester, in an area with a relatively large number of black people, a police sergeant's pistol is so new. It is easy to imagine that he is not a conscientious person.

"You say! You say, as long as it doesn't go against my will, I will do it!"

Anthony looked at Allen with hope.

"Let him go and let him come over."

When the bodyguard let go, Anthony held his injured thigh with his left hand and limped two steps to Allen.

"Come and get the gun!"

Allen took one last look at the revolver, turned it slightly, inserted the bullet side, pulled the hammer, and inserted the gun into Anthony's right hand.

Anthony stared blankly at the gun handed over by Allen. Allen had just watched the movement of the bullet in the runner. He had a panoramic view. Now, the gun was in a loaded state. At such a close distance, this person Did you hand the gun to yourself like this? Isn't he afraid?

but.

Then Alan leaned slightly towards his ear, and what he said almost scared Anthony's heart out.

"Have you seen this policeman? Beat him to death. As long as you beat him to death, you can leave, hahaha."

After Allen finished speaking softly, he patted Anthony's shoulder again and looked at him expectantly.

Anthony looked at Mello, who was not far from him. The two looked at each other, and Mello looked at him with a puzzled and slightly contemptuous look.

Gritting his teeth, Anthony suddenly raised his right hand and fired three shots at Melo!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sudden sound of gunfire echoed on the road in front of the police station.

The little stone next to him was ready to raise his hand to block Anthony the first time he raised his hand, but the arm he just raised was blocked by Allen.

Several people just watched silently as Allen called Anthony to his side and said a few words. Then Anthony suddenly had a gun, and then he shot and killed Sheriff Mello, who had been watching the show!

"vomit"

Duke Angus had just finished vomiting and turned around, and was about to continue watching the fun. When he turned his head, he happened to see Merlot, who was not far away from him, being hit by three bullets and falling straight down. This scene was so exciting that it made him relax just a little bit. The excited Duke Angus' throat felt itchy and he felt like vomiting again.

"Alan."

Duke Angus opened the car door and walked slowly to Allen. He looked at Allen with some confusion. He couldn't understand why Anthony suddenly killed the police chief? why is that? This is the police!

"Haha. Good job, you can go!"

Allen ignored Duke Angus and instead snapped his fingers with his right hand and pointed in the distance. The crowd he pointed at was the group of big men wearing Manchester United jerseys who had been surrounding this place and watching the show silently. .

At this time, they saw Allen pointing and making a gesture in this direction, clatter. A burst of footsteps that were not too noisy sounded, and a passage was forcibly separated from the circle of nearly a hundred people.

Seeing Little Heizi drop his gun and limping through a group of strong men, Allen sneered, turned to look at Duke Angus and said: "Where are your bodyguards? Let them catch up and get them. Kill him, this is the credit I give you."

"Ah? What credit?"