Sakaki Makoto smiled and didn't say much.
For him...
Cooperation is impossible.
He had nothing in common with this group of idle, drug-dealing gang members.
But the middle-aged man doesn't think so.
Since Sakaki Makoto was able to deal with his five younger brothers without any harm...
Enough to prove the other party's strength.
What's more, he is Asian.
It is well known that Asians all know Kung Fu.
Most foreigners cannot tell the difference between Asian countries. In their eyes, every Asian is Bruce Lee.
Sakaki Makoto is no exception.
"I have a business here, I wonder if you are interested..."
While Sakaki was checking the motorcycle for damage, the middle-aged man in the blue suit took the opportunity to win him over:
"Once you succeed, you can get at least hundreds of thousands of dollars in gold."
“By then, you can buy as many Harleys as you want.”
“.......”
Looking at the motorcycle's fuel tank, which only had a piece of rubber cover left, Sakaki Cheng reached out his hand, gently stroked the slightly sticky rubber, and asked:
“Where are the stickers?”
"sticker?"
The middle-aged man was stunned:
"What stickers?"
"The bear cartoon sticker that's stuck here."
"oh."
After being surprised, the middle-aged man smiled nonchalantly:
"I thought it was something else, but you mean the sticker..."
“It was so ugly that I tore it off.”
"Let's continue our business. If we make money, I'll give you a warehouse full of stickers!"
"That's her mark..."
Sakaki Makoto twisted his neck, and something seemed to spread out of his heart and attached to his nerves. At the same time, a violent emotion...
Explodes in the chest.
"sorry..."
He stroked the motorcycle, lowered his eyes and muttered, not knowing to whom he was apologizing.
At this moment, Sakaki Makoto raised the Remington M870 with one hand and pointed the black muzzle at the middle-aged man...
boom!!!
The flames and gunpowder dust pushed out 12 bullets, forming a barrage in the air, which easily penetrated the upper limbs of the middle-aged men and knocked over three people in succession.
The sudden change shocked everyone.
Including the middle-aged man himself.
He looked down at his chest, which was shattered like a sieve and gushing with blood, his eyes full of confusion.
I can't figure it out...
I really can't figure it out...
It's just a sticker, just stick it on...
"Why... bother?"
After trying his best to say the last sentence, the middle-aged man fell on his back, and his constricted pupils gradually dilated.
The gang members standing on the corridor outside the wall became furious when they saw their boss being killed, and immediately planned to shoot the intruder.
However...
The muzzle of the Remington M870 turned toward them.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The last few shotgun shells were emptied out, and countless bullets turned into deadly sickles. There was no need to aim. Wherever the eyes looked, there was the breath of death.
"ah!!!"
Some timid thugs screamed and ran away like headless flies, fearing that they would be implicated.
The alley suddenly became chaotic.
Sakaki threw away the Remington M870, pulled out two pistols from his tennis bag, stopped a thug who was trying to escape, and asked:
"Where's the car thief?"
"That's them!"
The gangster turned around and pointed deep into the courtyard. Among the crowded crowd, Sakaki Makoto saw the backs of four people running away.
After locking the target, Makoto Sakaki mounted his motorcycle and shot down his subordinate not far away. When he started the engine, he suddenly found the little bear sticker floating on the ground.
Before he could even bend down...
The sticker was picked up by a burly bald man.
He held a sticker in one hand and a lighter in the other, and shouted threateningly:
"Put down the gun!"
"Otherwise I'll burn it..."
Bang!
The brass bullet hit the bald man right between his eyebrows, instantly destroying his paste-like brain and making him lose the ability to think.
The strong restraining force forced the bald man to take a few steps back. Although his brain was destroyed, his muscles were still working, even...
Even the brain stem didn't respond.
The bald man stood there in a daze, his eyes looking straight ahead, still maintaining the posture before being shot.
The Harley 883 stopped in front of the body.
Sakaki Makoto took the sticker, dipped it in the blood on his face, and put it back on the fuel tank cap. He also lit a cigarette with the help of the lighter in his hand.
Woo!
The tobacco burned to ashes, and the Harley 883 sped away in the pungent exhaust gas.
Wait until Sakaki Makoto leaves the alley...
The bald man's body fell to the ground with a loud bang.
"He's coming...He's catching up!!!"
The eardrums received the vibration of the sound waves, and the faces of the four fleeing gangsters suddenly changed.
them...
I heard the engine behind me.
They didn't need to look back to know who was following them.
Their legs were weak and their bodies were shaking like a sieve. The cold murderous aura behind them seemed to have solidified into substance, like a ghost hand reaching out from the gate of hell, following them wherever they fled.
"Look, there's a police car ahead!"
A blue and white patrol car, sirens blaring, hurried down the alley.
These are the Boston police who came to investigate after receiving the report.
As if they had grabbed a life-saving straw, the four gangsters rushed to the road and waved frantically at the patrol car:
"Help!"
“Help!!!”
Seeing this, the two police officers in the patrol car frowned, and instead of slowing down, they stepped on the accelerator.
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