Two brothers from the Python Gang, one on each side, dragged out a fat middle-aged Mexican man from a room in the basement.
Ribs finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Estella had been found.
It is easy to dodge a spear, but hard to guard against an arrow from the dark.
It doesn't matter if this guy runs away, but I'm afraid he'll hide in the dark and harm me in the future, which would be a troublesome matter. Now that I've caught him, I must kill him to prevent any future trouble.
Ribbs wanted to give him a quick death, but Estella was still a tough nut to crack.
He had never seen Reeves in person, but he had heard of the name "Reaper" and knew that the Python Gang had only this one powerful white man.
Estella stared at Reeves and cursed fiercely, "You're that sour carrot bitch, Reeves? My reinforcements are coming soon. I advise you to let me go quickly! I'll spare your life later!"
Haha, Ribs burst out laughing:
"Are you kidding me? Don't I know how strong your Outlaw Gang is? You're just a handful, and you need reinforcements! Stop kidding! Tell me, how do you want to die?"
"Young man, don't be so arrogant!" Estella was held down by his two younger brothers, but he still spoke stubbornly.
"Wang Defa! If you're not passionate, are you still a young man?"
Ribs went up and punched Estella repeatedly. He hadn't fought anyone for a long time, and his skill of "conquering others with virtue" had become rusty.
Two streams of blood spurted out of Estella's nose. She bared her teeth and shouted, "Ribus! You dare to hit me! God will punish you, and you will go to hell!"
"Oh? I'm so sorry, I don't believe in God." Reeves said, "But I can send you to see God."
As he said that, Ribs raised the shotgun in his hand, ready to shoot Estella in the head.
At this time, the butcher nearby quickly stopped Ribs' gun and said, "Wait a minute, bro! Can you let me handle Estella? I want to cut off this guy's penis first, and then... hehehe..."
This basement is perverted enough, but I didn’t expect the butcher to be even more perverted!
Estella, who had been stubborn at first, was so frightened by what the butcher said that he trembled all over and shouted repeatedly: "Ribus! Ribus! Beat me to death! Don't hand me over to this pervert! Kill me quickly!"
It's really a pervert meeting a pervert. Every wrong has its perpetrator, and Estella deserves it.
Ribs waved his hand and said, "Okay, you handle this, butcher. Be more clean! Do you understand me?"
"I understand, I understand! Big brother! Don't worry!" The butcher looked excited and dragged Estella into a room.
Then, heart-wrenching screams were heard in the room.
.......
A few minutes later, the butcher walked out of the room with a red face and said, "Alright, boss! Let's retreat!"
"Have you cleared everyone? You'll be held responsible if anything happens," said Ribs.
"Don't worry, Boss! He's completely dead."
"Okay, that's good! Let's retreat!"
This operation was a complete success. As soon as Reeves and several of his men came out of the basement, they heard bursts of gunfire outside the bar.
Bang! Da-da-da! Da!
What? Did the Outlaws really have reinforcements?
Reeves was startled and immediately picked up his shotgun, walked through the chaotic bar hall and came to the door.
I saw seven or eight cars lying across the street about ten meters away, and more than a dozen heavy Harley motorcycles parked around them.
There were many people hiding behind the car, holding various guns in their hands, and firing at Ao Guanhai who was on guard at the door of the bar.
Libus bent his body, flew out of the bar, came to Ao Guanhai and asked, "What's going on? Where did these people come from?"
"Hou Lixie! Ribs, you're finally here!" Ao Guanhai said, "I don't know who's on the other side! These people suddenly rushed over, without saying a word, raised their guns and started shooting!"
Reeves wanted to look up and observe the situation.
But just a little bit of hair was exposed.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Several bullets flew past his head.
The enemy's firepower was too strong, and Ribs and his men hid behind a jeep and were suppressed so much that they couldn't raise their heads.
Ribs stood up slightly, broke off the jeep's rearview mirror, and quietly leaned out from the ground to observe the other party.
There were quite a few people from the other side, and they had surrounded the entire bar entrance in a fan shape from a distance of more than ten meters.
Looking more closely, I saw that they were all big, strong, and burly white men. They wore red turbans and tight leather jackets and looked extremely tough.
With such fierce firepower, it is obvious that they are not from the Outlaws Gang.
A younger brother nearby shouted, "Boss, from what I saw just now, they looked like Hell's Angels!"
Reeves glanced at the dozen or so Harley motorcycles parked next to the other party. It should be correct. These people are indeed members of the Hell's Angels.
The Hell's Angels are a relatively powerful gang in the Inglewood area.
Their members are all made up of America's lower-class white "rednecks", and the heavy Harley motorcycle is their most obvious symbol.
Therefore, the "Hell's Angels" are also called the "Motorcycle Gang" by outsiders.
In the Inglewood district, the Hell's Angels are more rampant than ordinary street gangs. They are good at setting off various explosions and are involved in various illegal activities. They can earn hundreds of millions of dollars in Chicago every year.
It is said that the necessary conditions for joining the Hell's Angels are to have a motorcycle driver's license and a motorcycle over 750cc.
At this time, Reeves also understood.
The reinforcements that Estella mentioned just now should be these members of the Hell's Angels.
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