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Screams broke out everywhere, and the guests ran away frantically. Many of them were beaten with sticks before fleeing.

Gwen turned pale with fear.

Laika looked at the laughing and yelling gangsters and felt confused.

Norman Osborn found out that Gwen was looking for dirty information on him, contacted Laika, and sent someone to kill him and silence him? ? ?

But if you look closely, you will see that these African-American gangsters are just a bunch of low-level thugs. Gwen might be able to kill two of them just by swinging her bag.

Not enough to see at all.

And their target is not Gwen, but to smash things and beat people whenever they see them.

Well...it's probably just that the Smiths didn't pay the protection fee...

The employees of the restaurant are all killers from the Council. The restaurant manager, Duncan Vizsla, a nightmare killer nicknamed Black Cather, is at the door.

Just move your toes a little and the Continental Hotel's incinerator will be operating at full capacity tonight.

but!

They remained motionless and were still being beaten, smashed, looted and burned by the gangsters. When someone came to beat them, they did not dodge, and some even refused to block them.

Of course, they are physically strong and have nothing to do.

Laika immediately understood what was going on.

"Don't worry, they are not here to trouble us specifically."

Laika pulled the panicked Gwen and ran towards the door, "You go out and take a taxi home directly. I'll stay and deal with the aftermath."

After that, he pushed Gwen into the crowd of customers who were running out.

Then, he stood there and watched helplessly as a gangster with tattoos on his face picked up a stick and hit him on his head.

'boom! '

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Laika curled her lips and remained motionless.

But he didn't need to endure it for long. Soon, the last customer fled the restaurant.

Now, there are only a bunch of gangsters and a bunch of killers left in the restaurant.

'Snapped! '

Laika stretched out her hand and grasped the gangster leader's bat.

"Did you enjoy the fight? It's my turn!!!"

With a spinning side kick, the gangster leader was kicked by Lycra and flew up, blending into the giant famous painting on the wall.

At the same time, except for Duncan, all the other store employees took action.

There were screams everywhere, and no gangster could go through a round without being knocked to the ground.

Some can still twitch, some...

Only ten seconds before and after...

Finished, call it a day.

"Call the restaurant owner?" Laika came to Duncan's side.

Duncan nodded and took out his phone.

Five minutes later, Mr. and Mrs. Smith arrived.

Big and small bags, I was probably shopping just now.

"Oh, Laika, why do you always get into trouble every time you come to my restaurant for dinner?" John teased Laika, "Just say so if you are jealous of my restaurant."

Laika smiled bitterly and said: "It's unfair. Last time, Norman Osborne's incident had something to do with me, but this time... it was purely a coincidence."

"Did you forget to pay the protection fee to the local gang?" Jane Smith asked John Smith looking at the gangsters in the area.

"See what you said." John shrugged, "I have never paid protection money in my life."

When he first opened the restaurant, the gang boss here had a pleasant conversation with John, and they became 'good friends' after that, and they never talked about money again. "

Oh, and John was kind enough to give him a cane, since his legs and feet haven't been very convenient since then.

"And..." John stared at the African-Americans with dreadlocks everywhere, "The local gangs are obviously Hispanic, but this gang doesn't seem to be from this area."

"That...this is..."

"Just ask and you'll find out."

Laika came to the famous painting and dragged the gangster leader out.

First, he added two feet, then he took out a pistol from his back and put it to his head, and began to interrogate him.

"Tell me, why are you here to cause trouble?"

The gangster leader didn't waste a second and started selling directly.

"A guy in a Green Goblin mask paid me to do this."

"..."

Damn, it’s still my young master’s business after doing this for a long time.

"To be more specific, what did he ask you to do?"

"Just... smash things when you see them, hit people when you see them. It doesn't matter whether anyone is killed or not. The most important thing is to have fun."

Laika understands.

Norman was humiliated by Laika and Louis in this restaurant a few days ago.All the guests were booing as we left. "

Then, today Laika and Louis won another round against Norman in court.

Looking for a place to vent my anger...

However, the scope of the attack was too large. It was not the restaurant's fault that Norman was embarrassed that day, so he didn't even spare the restaurant.

What's more, the guests who cheered him that day were not the same group as today's guests...

Fortunately, Norman just wanted to vent his anger, but he didn't know that the restaurant was owned by a killer, and he didn't know that Gwen and Laika happened to be here tonight.

Otherwise it would be more than just sending a bunch of gangsters over.

"What did that intermittent psychopath Norman Osborne do?" John guessed from the clues.

Laika nodded and said to John: "We'll talk about Osborne later. You are the boss, how should we deal with these gangsters?"

John looked at Duncan: "You are the restaurant manager, you can do whatever you say."

Duncan nodded and lifted the gangster up like a chicken.

"I'll call your employer later and tell him that you smashed this restaurant to pieces. You killed three clerks and injured twelve customers. You won't be able to open it for a year. The restaurant manager kneels down and begs you to stop." , give you a stick and beat it on the ground, is that okay?"

The gangster leader nodded fiercely: "No problem, no problem, do you have any other requirements?"

"No more, get out."

"Wait!" Laika grabbed Duncan and whispered: "This, this, this, this is too cheap, isn't it?"

Duncan shrugged: "Laika, I have retired. The last thing I want now is to be forced to return to the world because of a little friction."

"That doesn't mean..."

"Of course, as for John Wick, from retirement to re-emerging, there was only one dog missing."

"..." Laika looked at Mr. and Mrs. Smith for help, "Is this it?"

John Smith smiled and said: "I think it's no problem. The restaurant is insured. We can still make a profit by raising the prices of these famous paintings and sculptures."

Jane Smith also echoed: "We will leave this restaurant to Duncan, and of course we must respect his opinion."

"...All right."

Laika grabbed the gangster leader's neck and said, "You are lucky today. When you reply to the master later, please be more realistic and don't let him hear anything fishy."

"Of course, of course, no problem."

"Also, shake hands."

"what?"

Laika stretched out her hand: "You can hold it if you want."

The situation was stronger than the person. Although he couldn't figure out what was going on, the gangster still shook hands with Laika.

I held it for exactly...1 minute.

This is a necessary condition for grafting the Cursed Scarecrow.

Therefore, this kind of defensive method can only be prepared in advance, and it is almost impossible to supplement it during the battle.

I just used one, so I just need to make up for it.

After the grafting was completed, Laika slapped the gangster's butt.

"roll."

Those who could move but those who could not move, you carried me and I carried you, and they all ran away in a flash.

"It's too messy here, let's go out and talk."

Jane winked at Laika and John, and the three of them walked out of the restaurant together.

"Laika, let's make sure first. You have been busy in court recently. Are you doing Norman, or are you waiting for an opportunity to get Laura's 1000 million reward?"

"How can I bear to attack a beauty like Laura?" What Laika said this time was not a lie. After all, we are comrades in arms.

Laika would never do such a thing as betraying a friend.

This has nothing to do with right or wrong, it is entirely a matter of attitude towards life.

"Well, if you do Norman's thing, you and I will be included."