Rebirth: I am the American leader

"Why do I feel that the movement outside is much quieter? Is it my imagination?"

Carl turned to look at Wayne, who had already taken off the damn family bucket.

The look on his face was somewhat helpless.

"It's not an illusion."

Wayne pointed down and saw Steve holding a shield and knocking away a fool.

"Teacher! He's here! I knew he wouldn't just watch the two of us die."

Unlike Carl's excitement, Wayne never had a smile on his face.

"I don't know why you can laugh."

He asked with some confusion. Karl was stunned by the question and didn't understand why the other party said that.

"Imagine that the two of us came here with great interest to disrupt the drug dealer's deal. As a result, we are just sitting here. With the character of the teacher, what will we do after knowing this?"

"Oh My God·····"

Karl's face suddenly fell, and he no longer looked happy at all.

He knew in his heart that what Wayne said was right, but the problem was that he seemed to be unable to change anything.

"What should we do? I mean, we have to at least do something, right? We can't really stand here and just watch without doing anything, right?

A teacher like that would really kick both of our butts! "

"I don't know, you know me, I'm not really smart."

Wayne looked at Karl and spoke seriously.

The latter covered his face and let out a cry.

"Damn it! Wayne, are you serious! You got perfect marks in math class!"

The latter frowned upon hearing this.

“I really don’t have any ideas, but I’m a little curious.

Why, this awful music must be played. "

This question seemed like lightning splitting in Carl's mind, clearing all the messy thoughts. He stared at Wayne and said.

"You mean, there's something wrong with this music? Did I hear it right? What's wrong with this music? Apart from being a bit unpleasant and harsh..."

Wayne had been silent since he finished speaking, and it was only then that he raised his eyebrows when he heard Karl's words.

"You are such a genius!"

Karl looked at Wayne blankly, not knowing why he said that.

"Pay attention when the surrounding lights shine on the two of them."

Wayne's words made Karl frown. He didn't know what Wayne meant, but he still looked down instinctively.

The searchlights on the pier moved back and forth below according to a certain pattern, which meant that the two of them were destined to be unable to fully adapt to the strong light of the searchlights.

Whenever the strong light hit Kingpin, his movements were somewhat deformed.

But the guy opposite didn't seem to be affected in any way. This time Carl suddenly discovered a problem, but he still couldn't tell what the specific problem was.

"Do you know what a blind man does for a living?"

Wayne said softly, and Karl turned to look at him in horror.

"You mean, this guy is blind? Is this music meant to interfere with his hearing?"

Wayne stopped talking and a smile appeared on Carl's face.

"I just said you are a genius, let's go!"

Carl threw away the rifle in his hand, pulled out a pistol from his waist, and motioned to Wayne.

The latter was a little confused, and Karl blinked at him.

"That gun is useless at all. Damn Wade, you actually thought of using this kind of thing to deceive Gagra."

When Wayne heard this, he remembered that his classmate seemed to have been the largest arms dealer in San Diego High School.

What did that sentence say?

He was a king until his homeroom teacher came.

This sentence is completely appropriate for Karl, and it couldn't be more appropriate.

"Do you have a gun? All the guys there have guns."

Carl looked at Wayne, who tightened his grip on the metal bat he had received from the baseball team.

In fact, in the United States, the baseball bat made of this metal can be called a national artifact.

No matter how big a gang leader you are, you're bound to deal with this stuff as a teenager.

Either he has beaten others with this thing, or he has been beaten by others with this thing.

"Okay, okay, it's better than using your bare hands."

After Karl said this, he kicked open the door without saying a word, raised his hand and fired two shots.

Standard Mozambican shooting method.

Although this was his first time firing a real gun at a real person, he had used rubber bullets to shoot school bullies in San Diego High School.

"Dammit, put your hands where I can see them."

Karl roared angrily, and several guys in suits in the room looked helplessly at the white man with dirty braids.

To be honest, they wouldn't even take a look at this little white bastard if he were outside.

After all, for them, such a guy is completely expendable.

"Hey kids, I don't know where the hell you are from? But, you know what, we are black..."

Wayne's sneakers made him swallow the unfinished word "help", along with several of his burnt-yellow teeth.

"Shut up."

After making sure the other person was unconscious, Wayne stood in the room with a baseball bat.

"Hand over all your guns!"

This was what Wayne said. The way he held the baseball bat with one hand made these long-famous gang leaders shudder.

After all, who hasn’t been beaten with a baseball bat during their adolescence?

Even if there are a few people who are ruthless, don’t forget that Karl is still standing at the door.

One of them, who was a little braver, just put his hand slightly out of sight of Karl, and he fired two bullets accurately.

"Damn it! This is a fucking Krog! The extended magazine version, don't think I can't kill you all at once!"

Karl stared at the nine people and roared, he was not lying.

Krog was already famous for its amazing magazine. After lengthening the magazine, the ammunition capacity reached an astonishing twenty-two rounds.

There are only nine people here, and even if he uses the Mozambique shooting method on all of them, he can ensure that these unlucky guys are incapacitated.

"Wayne, put their guns away!"

Upon hearing this, Wayne walked around behind these unlucky guys and picked up the baseball bat.

Almost every hit successfully puts a drug dealer to sleep.

I have to say that it is really unforgettable that these thoughtful guys can have such a good sleep.

"Damn! What on earth do you want? Who the hell are you?"

"Just think of us as five-star good citizens of Los Angeles. Don't ask any more questions. If you ask again, I will beat you to death."

Karl grinned. At this time, he was completely like a gangster who managed to survive on the streets.

He doesn't care about his own life, nor the cost of the law, nor what the hell will happen tomorrow.