My own war game

Chapter 100 Block Suppression
The little thief ran over in a panic. Diallo, who was familiar with these guys, did not act in a hurry. Instead, he suddenly opened the driver's door when the other party approached his car.

boom! ! !
The other person's nose just happened to come into close contact with the car door, and he fell upside down on the ground in an instant.

"Fuck! Which bastard!" The robber turned around and found a gun against his forehead.

"Under state law, robbery can get you at least five years in prison," Diallo said, grabbing the man by the collar.

"I didn't rob. I just picked up the wallet and didn't find the owner." The controlled man argued while handing over a roll of banknotes.

Diallo glanced at the denomination on the bill and said grimly, "Bribe a public official and I can give you another two years."

The robber was stunned for a moment, then showed a look of realization, "Please be merciful, I will do my best."

Then he began to search his pockets and took out all the money.

The director still didn't put down the weapon in his hand, and signaled the other party with his eyes to let go of the stolen goods.

The robber understood what the other party meant, and obediently raised his hand and handed the thing to Diallo - it was an old-style women's wallet.

"What's in your arms?!" Diallo discovered that the other party was subconsciously hiding something in his clothes.

"Nothing, sir..."

"Pull your clothes open, quickly!" Diallo urged viciously.

The man opened his clothes, revealing a bloody dagger.

"What's going on?" Diallo frowned, but did not make any other moves.

"There was an old blind woman who was hit by me. Don't worry, the needle wasn't deep, so there won't be any problem." After saying that, the person opposite quietly handed over a watch.

After looking at the brand on his watch, Diallo nodded with satisfaction, took the bribe, and lowered the muzzle of his pistol.

"The security here is not very good. Don't stay on the street unless you have something to do. Go back quickly," Diallo said seriously, casually pointing towards the street intersection.

The other party fled as if he had been pardoned, and disappeared in the alley opposite in less than half a minute.

After the robbers left, Diallo solemnly turned on the police lights and drove back to the community.

In fact, even if he took the watch, it was just a small amount of money for Diallo, not even as much as his earnings from a week of black market transactions, but he enjoyed the process of accumulating his wealth bit by bit.

"I can use this money to rent a house temporarily for my mother, so that I can try a few more communities," he thought.

When the car arrived at the mother's house, we found that a group of people had already gathered there and the ambulance lights were flashing.

"What a pity! Mrs. Matilda was such a good person, and yet she died like this..." Such a voice was heard from the crowd.

Who died?!
Matilda?

my mother!!
The sudden change made Diallo feel dizzy.

No, I must have heard it wrong! I must have heard it wrong! He stumbled through the crowd and saw a body covered by a white sheet, revealing a pair of feet wearing brown leather shoes.

He recognized the pair of shoes; they were a birthday present he bought for his mother last year.

"I heard that a short guy tried to steal something before, and Mrs. Matilda grabbed him and shouted to call the police, but he was stabbed in the heart..." someone whispered.

"There was an old blind man. I gave her a shot. Don't worry, the needle wasn't deep. It won't be a problem." "The security here is not very good. Don't stay on the street unless you have something to do. Go back quickly."

He had just said this to the guy who was running away next to him.

vomit! ! !
The huge psychological fluctuations made Diallo vomit uncontrollably. He leaned against a tree as if he had experienced a nightmare.

Resentment, resentment, extreme regret, all kinds of emotions intertwined in his heart, he really wanted to shoot himself in the head.

"Kid, what's wrong with you?" A familiar voice came from behind him. Diallo raised his head with tears in his eyes, and vaguely seemed to see his mother still standing in front of him.

Wait, the sheriff wiped his eyes and found that the other person was really his mother. He jumped up excitedly, but then felt dizzy again, and his mother reached out to support him.

He looked back suddenly and found that the crowd and the "corpse" on the ground had disappeared at some point.

"Where have you been?" he asked his mother.

"Just now there was a young man handing out discounted products and gave me a free sample. This is their flyer. Can you help me take a look at it? My eyesight isn't very good right now." Mrs. Matilda handed a flyer to her son.

Diallo picked up the flyer and found a simple bill on the front, which was a record of his transactions in the underground black market over the past six months.

On the back, there were only a few simple words: "If you cause trouble for No. 156 Wutong Street again, I guarantee that everything you experienced today will become true!"

The signature has no name but a symbol of a snake connected head to tail.

It turned out that he had been targeted by someone for a long time, and he even tried to cause trouble for the other party. Diallo, who was in a state of mental ups and downs, fell directly to the ground.

In the distance, He Chi, who had already reached a safe place, wiped off the robber's disguise and stood on a high place to observe the other party's reaction through a telescope.

"It's perfect. I bet he won't dare to bother you again next time." Magician Garcia said on the side.

"I'm also sure, so I won't bet with you." On the 3D map in He Chi's right eye, the icon representing the neighborhood police was changed to "Deterrence, Compromise!"

In the following days, the same story happened to several people.

A health official who condoned the black market organ trade woke up in the middle of the night to find himself "covered in blood" in his bathtub, with a long sutured incision on his side and numbness around his waist.

Clifford Gasol, who thought his organs were being removed, was so frightened that he almost went insane and never went to 156 Sycamore Street again.

Carl Temera from the Immigration Bureau almost had his hands chopped off by gangsters because of excessive gambling, but he never dared to mention revenge.

Raul Fafnir, a senator who was involved in a secret religion, shouted at midnight that he had seen a divine revelation.

wait wait~
In less than a month, all those with ulterior motives backed off.

Number 156 Wutong Street has become a mysterious and unmentionable existence in the mouths of local sources.

"Don't mess with the people in the villa, or you will be in big trouble!" This is the advice that people spread to each other in a small circle.

The instigator of this disturbance was completing an independent makeup transformation in his bedroom. The mirror restored the image of a young man from the middle of the last century, which was the appearance of He Chi in 1940.

"Copy: Eagle over London is about to start, players please be prepared!" The system's voice sounded in my ears again.

(End of this chapter)