A feeling of panic quickly spread among the crowd, and it seemed that a few insiders were quickly disbanding the rally.

Luo Qi was not in a hurry, and he didn't use any means of transportation, just walked over from the middle of the road step by step.

But that kind of silent oppression made everyone feel a kind of pressure from the bottom of their hearts.

"Ahem, officer, have you gone to the wrong place? We have nothing special here."

A more courageous Sixth Street Gang stepped forward and said tentatively.

And the people hiding behind saw his right hand that kept gesticulating behind him, and they all started to run away.

As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person when you reach out.

After all, whether a person is sincere or pretending to talk to you with a beaming face, it is actually very difficult to generate particularly strong emotions.

But Luo Qi is different, he is not really here to patrol.

"Boom!"

It's different from the normal slapping sound.

Luo Qi's right hand moved quickly, and the Sixth Street Gang who was standing in front of him just now fell to the ground.

His legs were straight, and he lost his breath.

It wasn't a slap at all.

Instead, he slapped him directly on the neck.

"Fuck, he killed someone! Get the guy!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, those Sixth Street Gang who hadn't evacuated immediately greeted them.

Although the opponent is the Terrorist Mobile Team, since they have all come to the door, is it useful to escape?

Not to be outdone, Luo Qi directly took out his pistol, and called a bunch of names to those who showed their heads.

The huge casualties that occurred in an instant made the others afraid to move rashly and retreated into the bunker.

"Which one is Willard?"

Luo Qi aimed at a room and shot at the wall.

"what--!!"

A scream came from behind the wall.

A gunman fell to the ground hard, rolling on the ground hugging his shoulders in pain.

The houses here are not made of any serious hard materials.

Some say it's made of hollow wood, some say it's made of plywood.

Actually neither.

Generally speaking, it is a reinforced paper shell inside, and then there are reinforced fixing strips, and a layer of metal is attached on the outside, and the paint is painted, and the work is almost done.

The more wealthy may choose inorganic composite materials or stronger wood boards.

But this kind of house that two or three workers can put together in a few days has convenience and a relatively low price, but it is really not safe enough.

Luo Qi saw someone hiding behind, shot at the approximate location, and directly hit the unlucky guy.

His firepower is not the most terrifying, and his willingness to attack is not the most terrifying, but this identity does not allow people to have too much willingness to resist.

Especially after he asked to see Willard by name—

Rabbits bite people when they are in a hurry. As long as these people are given a chance to survive, their willingness to resist will quickly drop to a very low point.

Ten seconds passed.

Just when Luo Qi's patience was about to run out, a man walked out of the room.

The classic dress of the Sixth Street Gang.

Either a camouflage uniform or overalls, and then wear a hat, and put a little NUSA flag logo somewhere on the body.

Bring a few more guys on your body, reveal a military-style prosthetic limb, and wear sunglasses, and shout slogans with a group of people in the same attire.

It is such a group of people who made the law and order of Santo Domingo a mess.

And the NCPD expects the local law and order to be handed over to these people?

Indeed, the local bureau will take it easy.

But this has nothing to do with a society ruled by law.

These people obviously know it too.

They have a tacit understanding with a certain part of the NCPD, but not with the terrorist mobile team.

But if he, Willard, didn't come out and meet the police officer who named him and wanted to find him, then even if he survived, there would be no future.

Which younger brother would recognize someone like him as the leader?

The leader of the gang has just been changed, but he is planning to show his talents to the Valentino gang.

"I am, any advice?"

Willard didn't want to stand up, but finally responded forcefully.

"It's nothing, I just heard that there is a man named Willard here who has thoughts about my brother."

Rocky smiled.

It's a very simple and common kind of smile.

But Willard's scalp was numb.

He knew very well who the brother Luo Qi was talking about.

Because he was the one who let his own people do it.

"You didn't ask before you did it, who is the person you are going to deal with?"

Rocky took the pistol and patted his face.

"It's between the Valentinos and the Sixth Street Gang."

Willard retorted in a rare way.

He is indeed different from those younger brothers, at least when facing the violent terrorist mobile team, he can still say some things that may offend the other party.

"We rob their turf, they kill our people, the guns shoot back and forth, that's how things are settled in the streets."

Willard continued.

Do you think the Valentino gang has been wronged?Then our Sixth Street Gang still feels aggrieved.

There is no right or wrong in street fires, and the strongest is king.

"But since he has a brother from the Terrorist Mobile Squad, then I'm screwed. We promise not to do anything to him again. Are you satisfied with that?"

Although Villard sounded tough, he had already made a lot of concessions.

In his own territory, in front of his little brother, he was slapped in the face with a gun, and he still had to say such humble and condescending words.

It's pretty out of sorts.

"Oh~ Then I probably understand."

Luo Qi had a look of "sudden realization".

He moved closer, looked directly at Willard with two eyes and said with a smile.

"You mean to say that your people ambushed my brother and almost killed him and his girlfriend, and then you just say, it's only right and proper, and that's it?"

Rocky is not something to fool.

Yes, yes, this logic works on the streets.

But why should he reason with him?

"Just like Gustavo, find the boy, collect information on the betrayed person, and then find an opportunity to ambush him and kill him."

Luo Qi suddenly laughed "heh".

"If you don't talk about martial arts, victory is not about martial arts. What kind of street morals are you still telling me here?"

The premise of being reasonable and fair is that both parties must abide by it.

Your Sixth Street gang is playing yin, so I can't play yang?

Okay, you guys are looking for Erwuzi, and it's fair for Jack to look for the Terrorist Mobile Team.

"If you can't beat it, just find someone, that's all."

Villard doesn't seem interested in Roach's logic.

In fact, this is what he agrees with--

No matter what means, the one who survived is the most powerful.

You have to observe fairness, but I don't have to.

You have to speak morally, but I don't have to.

Or to put it another way.

They played ambush, but they didn't succeed. The card they played was outplayed by Luo Qi, the violent mobile team.

So he felt wronged and unfair.

And this logic is deeply rooted in his mind, saying anything is useless.

This actually involves a distortion in psychology.

But for Night City, that's nothing.

To put it bluntly, because of the extremely harsh living conditions, the serious lack of education, and the highly corrupted social atmosphere, all kinds of crooked ways and theories of ghosts and ghosts are prevalent.

People who grow up in this environment will have another three views that do not conform to the universal values ​​​​under normal circumstances.

Anyway, in their view, murder, arson, rape, rape, robbery and so on are normal, and they are a kind of success as a gangster.

This situation does not only exist in the Sixth Street Gang, there are quite a lot of scum in the Valentino Gang.

Fortunately, those who unite around the priest and Jack are relatively normal.

They are not necessarily kind, and even everyone is a guy who breaks the law, but at least there are no such serious mistakes.

For example, they never touch human trafficking and drug dealing.

This is extremely rare in gangs.

Like every gang Rocky has ever known, the interior has never been monolithic, but rather factional.

But these guys from the Sixth Street Gang who thought they were vigilantes and National Guards were even more hopeless.

Their organizational form is relatively loose.

And if Will Cannon is a true hero, then the Sixth Street Gang under his leadership will truly have the prototype of a warlord.

Luo Qi didn't come to teach him today, nor did he want to save some bastard.

Since he felt that it was too wronged to bully him as a violent mobile team.

it is good.

Then Luo Qi played with him in a way he thought was fair.

"Go back, I'll take care of things here."

Rocky returned to the cabin and began to undress.

Bulletproof armor, uniforms, jackets, boots, pants, and various combat equipment, even the official guns of the Terrorist Mobile Squad.

He changed into his normal clothes and walked down.

The floating car still hesitated, but under Luo Qi's repeated orders, it finally left.

Not even just staying nearby to observe, but flying directly to the headquarters.

Luo Qi in that scary outfit made Willard want to laugh a little.

"Should I say you are bold, or should I say you are stupid?"

There was a fierce gleam in his eyes.

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