Start an adventure from an American TV series

Chapter 275 Tuition Fees
After getting out of the car, Locke had already changed his appearance, and then wandered around leisurely like an ordinary tourist, looking carelessly, which is rare.

There are many people on the roadside in the slums. Most of the people here are casually dressed, with slippers, shorts, and big vests. They just gather together and sit on matzahs, plastic chairs, and benches, chatting and drinking.

There were also quite a few children who gathered together to play football, and had a great time running around in the vacated small piece of flat ground.

Quietly passing through the crowd, turning left and right, Locke soon came to a long alley.

This kind of alley is about one meter wide, barely enough for two people to pass by. There are buildings on both sides, making it extremely narrow.

After walking 30 meters forward, Locke was able to notice that in the windows of the buildings on both sides, one by one's sight was quietly poked out, and then there were four or five people with unruly faces, who didn't look like good people at first glance, blocking the front.

If you pay a little attention, you can also see a few people with rifles on the roof a little further away, staring at this side.

These few people surrounded Locke silently, and looked at them silently, as if they were waiting for Locke to speak first.

"I'm looking for someone." Locke said bluntly.

"We are not the police," said a young man in the lead.

He casually took out a stack of dollar bills from his pocket and threw it over: "This is the deposit."

Seeing US dollars, these people's eyes turned green. They are far more sensitive to banknotes than ordinary people, and they are more familiar with US dollars than their own currencies. They can recognize [-]-denomination US dollars at a glance. It's a lot of money for them.

The young man in the lead instinctively caught the stack of dollar bills, quickly passed them through with his thumb and index finger very skillfully, and confirmed that they were all one-hundred-dollar bills, so he knew that this matter was beyond his reach.

"Wait." As he said that, he entered a room next to him with dollar bills.

After a while, the figure of the leading young man appeared on the roof and gestured to the people below: "Bring him up!"

The observers in the rooms on both sides of the road all looked back at this time one after another. Several young people around Locke continued to point their guns at him, and another led the way ahead.

After going around a few turns along the narrow path, I finally came to a yard gate, and followed the narrow and steep stairs to the upper platform.

Under the awning, a middle-aged man with gaudy tattoos on his upper body looked at Locke, and two strong men with rifles stood behind him on both sides.

The young leader who reported the letter just now came behind Locke with a gun, looking vigilant.

"You want to inquire about news?" the middle-aged man asked carelessly.

"The xx military region took action yesterday, and I want to know who is responsible for it." Locke said directly.

"Ask for news about the army?!" The middle-aged man stood up suddenly, took a pistol, and pointed at Locke: "It seems that you still don't understand the rules here. Hand over your money, bank card and password."

"It seems that you don't plan to do this business?" Locke raised his eyebrows.

"This is the tuition fee, and it teaches you that you can't just ask for any news." The middle-aged man said with a grin.

"It seems that the Lord is right, but your attitude makes me very unhappy." Locke already knew through the intake of spiritual thoughts that the garrison over there had made a big move yesterday, and walked towards the middle-aged man.

The two strong men with guns behind the middle-aged man fired without hesitation. There was a rattling sound, and the muzzle was aimed at Locke, but Locke turned his body to the side as early as they were about to shoot. Moved sideways, then rushed out quickly, snatching the gun from the middle-aged man's hand.

"Boom!"

Two shots fired in succession, the dense gunshots dissipated, and there was a hole in each of the heads of the two strong men. At this time, Locke pretended to sigh and said, "Isn't it good to explain the news obediently? It's not your job to collect tuition fees." work."

Feeling the hot muzzle of the gun on the back of his head, the middle-aged man was sweating profusely: "I will confess, as long as I know, I will explain everything, we can talk..."

While speaking, he winked at the three people across from him. The three youths raised their guns at the same time, and at the same time, his body suddenly rushed to the side.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

Three more shots in succession, and an eye-catching one appeared in the middle of the foreheads of the three young men on the opposite side.

Throwing the gun in his hand aside, Locke took a few steps forward, and then slammed on the right foot of the middle-aged man who had just fallen to the ground.

"what!!!"

The middle-aged man screamed loudly, but the bone in his right foot was crushed by a kick.

"Really smart people usually understand who is the wolf and who is the sheep, and at the right time, make the right choice, and you..."

Locke squatted down and said to the middle-aged man with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "It seems that he is not a really smart person."

Resisting the severe pain in his feet, the middle-aged man gasped for breath, begging intermittently: "Let me go, let me go, you can do whatever you want!"

"Didn't I say what I want at the beginning?" Locke said with a fingertip, and a metal hammer hit the middle-aged man's leg like this, and the knee of his left leg was instantly smashed.

The middle-aged man screamed again, and Locke held the hammer in his hand: "Where do you think I should hit next? Left hand or right hand, I have tried both, and you can say hello to your little brother..."

Speaking of this, Locke suddenly flicked his fingers, and the two men who rushed in from the door with guns fell on their backs, with two holes through their heads.

"I said, don't, I said it, what do you want to know?!" The middle-aged man begged for mercy, holding back the pain.

"You don't have a good memory. As I said, it was the operation of the XX military region yesterday, and where are they now? Are they back in camp or..."

"I didn't return to the camp. I don't know where they went. I only know that they stayed at a nearby stronghold." The middle-aged man didn't dare to hesitate this time: "I don't know the location, but they seem to be eyeing another woman. Not long ago, I asked for news..."

"Ah! Ah!"

While speaking, it was Locke who flicked his fingers again. With the screams and the sound of human body rolling, the two people who wanted to touch him quietly lost their lives.

The middle-aged man felt a chill in his heart. He finally noticed at this time that Locke didn't have any guns in his hands. He just flicked his fingers and easily killed his subordinates. This weird scene left him begging for mercy. idea.

"I've told you everything I know, please..."

"Boom!" Locke hit his forehead with a hammer, and the middle-aged man's entire head was deformed.

Standing up, the steel hammer in his hand dissipated, Locke had a smile on his face, and there were two more screams, which meant that two more gangsters who were approaching were sent to see God.

After a while, there was a flurry of gunshots outside, and then someone shouted: "Where is the person, where is he?"

"No more, nothing found!"

"How is the boss?!"

"Boss is dead, Sanda and Jeffy are dead, they're all dead..."

At this time, Locke had already passed through the gaps between more than ten small buildings, and came to a much wider road hundreds of meters away.

(End of this chapter)