The trajectory of the world king in the United States

Early the next morning, Poshkin, the boss of the Russian gang, walked out of his room rubbing his hungover head. As a result, before he had finished a sumptuous breakfast, his subordinate came and told him a bad guy. information.

"What Bourne is missing bastard"

Boshkin punched the table and roared at his younger brother, "It rained so heavily last night. Where Bourne and the others went must have something to do with that old bastard Christian."

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and thinking about what Boss Jamie said to him last night, Poshkin's face suddenly showed a trace of his trademark sinister smile,

"You guys come with me, let's kill that old bastard"

A moment later, a black SUV drove out of the mansion and sped towards the Old Gun Bar.

The weather is always sunny after the rain, with a touch of warmth and fragrance that washes away everything.

Seb opened his eyes under the direct sunlight and looked at the height of the sun. It must have been past 9 o'clock conservatively. The guy sat up from the bed and at first sight saw a pile of neatly folded clothes on the opposite side. on the table.

They were old clothes, but they were washed very clean. Dad obviously put them here. Seb grinned. Five minutes later, Seb finished washing and put on new clothes and walked down from the third floor. .

The bar was deserted. This was not the time for such a retro bar to be lively. In addition to Jamie's recent events, the place was still deserted. Dad was sitting behind the bar, using a radio to play music that Seb was not interested in at all. He sang an old-fashioned song and played with a few cards in his hand, seemingly amusing himself.

Seb is a very discerning person. Seeing his father enjoying his time, he did not bother him. Instead, he found a table at random, sat on a chair, and held the dagger he got last night in his hand. Playing his own game boredly, the blade of the knife is like a butterfly flying through a flower in the palm of his hand, which is dazzling. This kind of dangerous game requires a lot of energy, and it is obviously a good way to kill time.

And the boring time is always short-lived. When the clock on the wall pointed to 11:15, a black SUV appeared at the door of the Old Gun Bar in a rampaging manner. The door opened, and a man wearing only a black sports vest, A strong man with a shaved head got out of the car with three guys who were dressed similar to last night, but with a more badass temperament. He kicked open the wooden door of the bar arrogantly, with a fierce look. He walked into the bar with momentum.

The shaking sound brought Seb, who was immersed in his own game, back to his senses. The strong man didn't look at him at all, but strode to the front of the bar and slammed his fists on the wooden table to interrupt. For my dad’s own entertainment.

"Old dog, where have Bourne and the other three gone?"

The strong man's voice was full of anger and irritability. Obviously, this was a guy who was not very good at suppressing his emotions. Their first reaction to any problem was to use their fists to solve it. For ordinary people, it might be a big trouble, but for real people, For villains, this kind of opponent is their favorite.

"Dad, do you need help?"

Seb's voice almost followed the strong man's scolding, which naturally attracted firepower for his father. The strong man turned his head and looked at Seb as if he was looking at a piece of garbage, but he ignored Seb. Uncle, but turned his head to his father who was leaning on the chair.

"Tell me where Bourne and the others went."

"Who knows, Poshkin, aren't they your men? We all know that people disappear every day in Gotham. Or is it that Jamie, the boss, can't even manage his own men?"

Dad picked up his pipe, crossed his arms, raised his chair back slightly, and his voice was full of sarcasm, "If I have to tell you, maybe those three bastards thought Gotham was too dangerous, so they went somewhere else. It’s time to pursue a better life.”

"For example, heaven, maybe hell."

Seb added another sentence, almost as if he was singing along with his confident father, but his voice had a hint of impatient teasing.

This tone directly aroused the anger of the strong man. He turned his head suddenly, pushed away the men behind him who were like background, and strode towards Seber. Boshkin looked at him condescendingly, with those pair of With a vicious look in his bloodshot eyes, he stretched out a finger and pointed at Seb's chest,

"Tell me, monkey, what did you mean when you said that?"

Seb tilted his head and looked at him. Since he was sitting on a chair, the tall Boshkin looked like a mountain in front of him. However, Boshkin's evil smile had not dissipated. Seb's left hand He suddenly grabbed Boshkin's finger that was lowered to his chest and pushed back.

Boshkin's body bent downwards under the sudden pain, but this body's instinctive protective measure failed to prevent the bad luck he suffered.

"click"

"Didn't your parents teach you not to say bad words casually?"

"what"

The pain of his broken fingers instantly spread through every nerve in his brain, connecting his fingers to his heart. It is said that this kind of pain is second only to broken eggs and childbirth. This sudden attack even made Boshkin completely unable to react. Kneel down on the ground.

When that kind of heart-wrenching pain came, the gangster from Siberia's vision went dark. But as soon as he screamed out of his throat, he felt that his bald head was fixed by a pair of hands, and he was greeted by a Quick approaching knee.

"boom"

The blow hit the bridge of his nose, and the spurted blood rubbed onto Seb's new pants, which made him a little dissatisfied. He picked up the thick glass ashtray on the table and swung it towards the big, bright, bald head that was shaking. Smashed it up.

"boom"

The strong man who had been raped fell to the ground, and blood flowed out from the back of his head, which looked extremely strange and bloody.

Of course, in order not to get himself and his father into trouble, Seb controlled his strength and was just unconscious. Well, it might be accompanied by a concussion or something. Anyway, there is probably no shortage of people who look like they eat cholesterol to build muscles. Money, so it doesn’t matter.

"Ugh, that's disgusting."

Seb looked at the blood-stained ashtray and his new pants in his hands with disgust. He stood up from the chair, kicked the unconscious strong man in the face, kicked him out and rolled him several times. The guy who had just hurt someone stretched his body, waved his hand, and threw the cracked ashtray into the trash can. He touched his belt with his left hand, and a dagger shining with cold light fell into the palm of his hand. .

The butterfly spun around in his hand like a butterfly piercing a flower. Seb raised his head and grinned at the men who were stunned. He walked quickly towards the three guys. There were still a few fingers on his right hand. There was blood dripping down, and he was holding a dagger in his left hand. This posture combined with the power of killing the strong man almost instantly made the three gang members who had followed Boshkin very early frightened, but they followed Jie anyway. Boss Mi's old brothers are much more courageous than those young people in Bourne.

The tallest man also took out his dagger from his pocket. He let out a howl and rushed towards Seb, his brothers following behind him.

"what"

"Hey, it's meaningless"

Seb swung his left foot outward, turned his whole body to one side, and lightly hooked his right foot. The first guy who rushed over lost his balance, but in the midst of staggering, Seb's right hand supported his body. At the same time, With the sound of the dagger in his left hand piercing his abdomen, he flew up again and kicked the second guy who came over to him in the middle of the abdomen. The guy staggered and fell to the ground, clutching his stomach.

Blood dripped down the left hand holding the knife on the ground. With a push from Seb's right hand, the frightened guy was thrown to the ground, holding his stomach and started howling.

"Mark, Ollie, come and save me. I've been stabbed. I'm bleeding. I'm dying. Come and save me."

This guy's voice was very harsh, so Seb gave him another kick, knocking out a few teeth, and his whining turned into a low scream.

"Don't look at me like that, guys, I'm not crazy."

Seb opened his arms, holding a bloody dagger in one hand, and the fingers of the other hand were dripping with blood. With his innocent face, he looked like a madman armed with a knife.

But he didn't lie. He put his thumb against the blade and only penetrated a third of it. Apart from a little blood, there was no injury at all. However, the last remaining subordinate had never seen this kind of shooting at the slightest disagreement. Human skull, and stabbed a guy's ruthless person.

When Seb's eyes turned to him, this guy actually raised his hands tremblingly. He didn't understand and thought he had been robbed. But in fact, they were the real ones looking for trouble, and they also planned to take advantage of him. Take dad's life. Unfortunately, they don't have this chance.

But at this moment, a piercing siren suddenly sounded at the door of the bar. Less than a minute later, a young policeman wearing a detective hat and only a blue shirt pressed the holster of his gun with his left hand. , holding the handle of the gun in his right hand and rushed into the bar.

But the confrontation scene that this young man imagined did not happen here, and everything seemed normal. His respected father was sitting at the bar reading a newspaper, and a young yellow man was sitting on the other side boredly playing with coins in his hand, and A strong man in a black vest lying in a pool of blood, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, a man lying on the ground rolling around, a black man holding his stomach and groaning on the ground, and finally a trembling bastard with a handful of blood in his left hand. A bloody dagger, and a bloody ashtray in his right hand.

It looked like a gang infighting.

"Squat down, hold your head, you bastard, and throw away the weapon in your hand."

The police officer instinctively felt that something was wrong. He carefully stroked the handle of the gun, and then yelled at the trembling guy. The guy was as docile as a little lamb, and immediately threw away the bloody guy in his hand. He squatted in the corner with his head in his hands.

The young police officer breathed a sigh of relief, then removed his hand from the handle of the gun and turned his eyes to his father. The expression on his face became rich, as if he was seeing a relative.

"Hi, Dad, I heard what happened at the bar. I'm late. You know, I was in Star City recently for police officer training. I just came back. Is everything okay here?"

The father put down the newspaper, a pleasant smile appeared on his wrinkled old face, and then he gave the young police officer a hug enthusiastically and patted him hard on the back.

"Just come back, my good son. Everything is fine with the bar and me. Come, let me introduce you."

Then the police officer's eyes fell on Seber, who was holding his head with his right hand and looking at him curiously. But the next moment, he drew out his pistol in a standard and quick manner and pointed it at Seber.

"Don't move, raise your hands"

Seb turned his head in confusion, and then saw his right hand supporting his head. He patted his head and let out a frustrated groan.

There was still a trace of unwiped blood on his right hand. It was obviously because of this that he was discovered by the police officer with extremely keen senses.

"They are fighting among themselves, trainee police officer. I am a really good person. If you don't believe me, ask dad and he can testify."

"Stop talking and raise your hands"

"I haven't played for so long that my hands are raw."

Seb grunted, but had no intention of raising his hands. He even spread his hands carelessly towards the police officer. He leaned back on the chair as if he had no bones. The ferocious energy just now was nowhere to be seen when he was shot. He was even in the mood to joke while pointing.

"But you know, nosy guys are the most annoying."

The Story of Yi Lu Ji Lv

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