A burly man in a Manchester United jersey grabbed the black guy by the back of his neck with one hand and half-dragged him towards the car where Allen was.
When passing by Edmund, the sturdy man deliberately stopped for a moment, and in front of Xiao Heizi's confused gaze, he slapped him on the back of the head again.
Before the little black man could think about it, the strong man just said, "Edmund, this is the leader of those guys who beat you up. I caught him for you."
Then he continued forward, dragging the little black boy.
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The little black boy was dragged by the sturdy man to Allen's car. The sturdy man walked to Sheriff Mello's side, exerted force with his hands, and threw the little black boy to the side of the car. The little black boy couldn't stand firmly, staggered forward a few steps, and then lay on the ground not far from the car door. Just as he was about to look up, a big foot hit him in the face again.
"Get down to the side, you blind dog, you're blocking the road."
Xiao Shitou retracted his foot, muttered something, then bent down to open the back door and asked Alan to get out.
"Master, please slow down."
He protected the top of the car window with his left hand. After Alan got out of the car, Xiao Shitou quickly took the black coat handed to him by the bodyguard and put it on Alan's shoulders. It was cold at night.
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Melo blinked, he had been standing here for so long, waiting for the little black guy on the ground to come, and then Alan got out of the car. As Alan got out of the car, the back door on the other side also opened, and a fat man got out. When Melo saw this man at first, he didn't pay much attention to him. When he came around from the back of the car and stood next to Alan, Melo could see the fat man's face clearly.
This is……?
Seeing this man's appearance, Melo shuddered. This man turned out to be the Duke of Angus whom he hadn't seen for a long time, the current heir to the Duke of Manchester, the nominally greatest noble in Manchester.
Why is he here too?
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"Cough cough cough... Alan, ugh..."
Duke Angus got out of the car and walked to Allen's side. He wanted to pretend to be cool with the help of alcohol, but when he turned around and saw the broken hands and feet on the ground not far away, and smelled the fishy smell in the air, his throat moved, and he couldn't help it. He put his hands on the car door, bent over and began to vomit...
Alan leaned against the car door, adjusted his coat with his left hand, waved his right hand in front of his nose and said, "Where's the cigarette..."
"Here, Master."
Xiao Shitou quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for Alan.
When you are sitting in the car, you may not feel anything, but once you get out of the car... there are so many spare parts placed on the ground outside, and the fishy smell is extremely obvious. It is really uncomfortable if you don’t light a cigarette to get rid of the smell.
Exhaling a puff of smoke, Alan looked at the little black guy still lying on the ground, sneered, tilted his head slightly, and signaled the bodyguard to get this guy up.
"Do you know why I arrested you?"
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Anthony was lying on the ground. He didn't dare to breathe after the car door opened. Since he came here, everywhere he looked were people wearing the red shirts of the Manchester United team.
These people swept through his lair and killed all his subordinates half an hour ago. From what they did, even though they were all wearing jerseys, Anthony dared to swear to God that these people were definitely, definitely not ordinary people, nor were they ordinary fans.
In the dark night... hundreds of strong men wearing red Manchester United jerseys just watched quietly as the strong man with a backpack went up to deliver the so-called "trophies". Their hands and feet were scattered all over the ground. They stood together in twos and threes, silently lit cigarettes and surrounded the place without making much noise.
It was pitch black...there were dark red spots of light from cigarette butts everywhere...against the backdrop of the night, it was like the Burning Legion crawling out of hell, the feeling of oppression was too strong.
In addition, there were hands and feet scattered around and the smell of blood next to the ambulance not far from him.
Even though he has been in the business for so many years, Anthony, as a veteran gangster, was seeing such a scene for the first time.
Compared with what they did today, Anthony felt that what his previous gang did was at best just the mischief of bad kids. The gap between the two sides was too big.
Anthony lay on the ground, not daring to move, thinking about all these things, when suddenly!
"ah……"
Along with Anthony's screams, he felt a sharp pain in his thigh. Someone stabbed his thigh hard from behind. This sudden knife interrupted Anthony's fantasy. He then realized that the person who just got off the car seemed to be asking him a question, but he... didn't hear it!
"Get up! Your Excellency is asking you a question!"
Anthony, with a knife stuck in his leg, was lifted up by the scruff of the neck with his teeth bared. Now he was facing Alan. Looking at the expressionless young man, Anthony suddenly recognized him. Wasn't this the famous nobleman who had a food delivery company under him?
Today, my little brother had a small conflict with his delivery man. Later, the delivery man who was beaten ran away. What happened afterwards...
He asked his boss behind him, and he was told that it was not a big problem. Then... a group of big men wearing Manchester United jerseys came and swept through his warehouse.
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Seeing this frightened little black man looking up at him in confusion, Allen was not angry. Instead, he asked in a gentler tone: "Who is the master behind you? Tell me."
“…”
Anthony swallowed and prepared to start playing dumb.
But he didn't have a chance to perform. The knife on his thigh was suddenly pressed down hard and twisted violently...
"ah!!!!!!"
A sharp, heart-wrenching scream came out of Anthony's mouth involuntarily.
The pain of being stabbed with a knife and the pain of the knife being twisted in the flesh without being pulled out are completely on the same level!
Anthony was shaking with pain, as if he had been electrocuted. If someone hadn't been holding his collar from behind, he would have collapsed to the ground.
However, although he screamed miserably, Anthony did not beg for mercy or speak, as if he did not understand Allen's question at all.
Little Stone walked over to Anthony, lowered his head and looked down at the black guy, and asked on behalf of Allen: "Do you need me to remind you? A few hours ago, someone called you from the Fields Apartment on Third Street. Who called you? Tell me."
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Normally, a small local gang like this wouldn't be able to develop so many ways of making a living. The moment Alan saw their information, he felt that there was a master behind them guiding or cooperating with them. Some things couldn't be done just by uneducated little hooligans like them. Combined with the situation in Manchester, it was easy to deduce that this small gang probably had one or several small families supporting them, or secretly cooperating with them.
In this way, a lot of things can be explained. Alan is simply interested in the people behind the Gucci Gang. He has come here from far away, so he can't leave empty-handed, right?
But unexpectedly, these small families are quite vigilant.
Probably a few hours ago, Alan ordered all the connections in Manchester to investigate the details of this small gang. It is estimated that this small family may have received the news at that time. When they saw that something was wrong, they hurriedly sent someone to make a phone call and then cut off contact with the boss of the Gucci Gang. As for this little black guy, it seems that he is loyal and is not prepared to reveal who is behind him.
But...it doesn't matter if we can't catch them today, we can take our time...
Looking at Anthony who was screaming in agony due to the torture, Allen chuckled and waved to the sheriff who had been standing nearby as a punishment. He didn't even ask the sheriff's name and motioned him to come over.
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Mello watched Allen finally turn his gaze to him, and subconsciously straightened his back and stood up slightly. When Allen waved to him, he pointed at himself with his index finger. When Allen nodded in confirmation, Mello took a few steps to Allen and said, "Sir...you give your orders."
"Heh...let me borrow your gun."
Allen had just spotted the pistol on Melo's waist, and naturally asked to borrow the gun.
Mello looked a little embarrassed when he heard this request.
This is his last sense of security. If it were an ordinary person who dared to talk to him like this, he would have slapped them in the face.
But the man in front of him wanted to borrow his gun. Although it was against the rules, Melo didn't dare to refuse...
He could only take out his beloved gun from his waist with a sad face and reluctantly handed it to Alan with both hands.
"Tsk... it's a revolver. No wonder the security here is so bad."
Alan took the gun and shook it with his right hand… This old-fashioned revolver is sturdy and durable. In many movies, Hong Kong police and British police like to use this kind of gun. They are all old guys and very cheap.
However, this type of revolver actually has many shortcomings. For example, its rate of fire is not good, and its accuracy is also poor due to its large recoil. The key is that if you encounter an unexpected situation, it is easy to make mistakes when changing bullets. After all, compared with the current magazine-type pistols, revolvers still have to take out the bullets and put them in one by one. Not to mention the slow changing of bullets, in terms of ease of operation, it is already very backward.
After taking the gun, Allen waved his hand, motioning Sheriff Mello to stand aside, and then whitewashed the bodyguard who was carrying the little black guy, motioning him to bring the little black guy over.
"You won't tell me, right... I didn't expect that there are such loyal people among you black people. It's not easy... I like loyal people. Since you are so tight-lipped, I will give you a chance... Do you want to live?"
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Anthony was on the verge of collapse. If his skin wasn't originally black, his face would have turned pale long ago. Now his face was extremely dark and bloodless.
After hearing what Allen said, Anthony seemed to have grasped the last straw. Even if there was only one percent of hope, he did not want to die. He wanted to give it a try. It was said that nobles were extremely trustworthy. The man in front of him should be even more trustworthy. What's more... he had so many men here, so he would not lie to him.
"I want to live, I want to live, I want to live!"
"Haha, very good. Help me do something. As long as you finish it, the matter between us will be settled and I will let you go."
Alan didn't look at Anthony when he spoke. He was playing with a revolver in his right hand, which still had three bullets in it. Judging from the maintenance of the gun, it looked brand new, as if it had not been used for a long time. In other places, if the guns in the hands of the police were in such condition, it might be because the local security was good and life was good.
But in Manchester today, in an area with a relatively large number of black people, a sheriff's pistol is so new. It is obvious that he is not a responsible person.
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"You say! You say, as long as it doesn't go against my wishes, I will do it!"
Anthony looked at Allen hopefully.
"Let him go and let him come over."
After the bodyguard let go of his hand, Anthony pressed his injured thigh with his left hand and limped two steps to Allen.
"Here...with a gun!"
Allen took one last look at the revolver's cylinder, turned it slightly, pushed the side with the bullet in it, pulled the hammer, and stuffed the gun into Anthony's right hand.
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Anthony stared blankly at the gun that Allen handed him. Allen had just been watching the movement of the bullet in the revolver, and he saw it all. Now... the gun was even loaded. At such a close distance, this guy just handed the gun to him? Wasn't he afraid?
but……
Then Alan leaned close to his ear and said something that almost scared Anthony to death.
"Did you see this policeman? Beat him to death. As long as you kill him, you can leave. Hahahaha..."
Alan said softly, patted Anthony's shoulder again, and looked at him expectantly.
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Anthony looked at Melo who was not far from him. The two looked at each other. Melo looked at him with a puzzled and slightly contemptuous expression.
Anthony gritted his teeth, suddenly raised his right hand and fired three shots at Melo!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Suddenly, gunshots echoed on the road in front of the police station.
Xiao Shitou, who was standing next to him, was ready to raise his hand to block Anthony the moment he raised his hand, but his arm was stopped by Allen.
Several people just watched silently as Allen called Anthony to his side and said a few words to him. Then Anthony suddenly got a gun, and then he shot to death Sheriff Mello who had been watching the show nearby!
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"vomit……"
Duke Angus had just finished vomiting and turned around, preparing to continue watching the fun. When he turned his head, he saw Melo, who was not far from him, being hit by three bullets and falling straight down. This scene was too exciting, and the Duke Angus, who had just recovered, felt an itch in his throat and felt like vomiting again.
“Alan…”
Duke Angus clung to the car door and slowly walked to Allen's side. He looked at Allen in confusion. He couldn't understand why Anthony suddenly killed the sheriff? Why? He was a policeman!
"Hahaha...well done, you can go now!"
Alan didn't bother to pay attention to the Duke of Angus. Instead, he snapped his fingers with his right hand and pointed into the distance. The crowd he pointed to was the group of big men in Manchester United jerseys who had been surrounding here and watching the show silently.
At this time, they saw Alan pointed in this direction and made a gesture. Then, a not-too-noisy sound of footsteps was heard, and a passage was forcibly separated from the encirclement of nearly a hundred people.
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Seeing Xiao Heizi dropping his gun and limping and trembling through a group of strong men, Alan sneered, turned his head and looked at Duke Angus and said, "Where are your bodyguards? Let them catch up and kill him. This is the credit I give you."
"Ah? What's the credit?"