I'm telling fortunes in North America. I'm really not a wizard.

Chapter 56: What's the point of beating me?
At the same time, the thug who had been standing at the door and another person who slipped in from outside blocked the door, staring at the two of them with cold eyes.

The gang leader who stood up from his seat and the two thugs who blocked the door made Zeng Hongbing, who was indignant just now, suddenly calm down as if a basin of ice water was poured on him.

After I came to my senses, I broke out in a cold sweat!

Then he remembered that he was not going to the bank to do business, but was talking to a gangster boss, and he was in America.

This could kill people!

This is still the inertia of thinking!
In China, people from Northeast China are very hot-tempered and often quarrel over a single word, and they might even get into a fight, but it's far from life-threatening.

Just now he was so angry that he forgot where he was. Now thinking about it, he regretted asking Chen Yaozu to keep him company in the first place.

Whatever problems you encounter are your own business. How can you live with it if you drag Chen Yaozu down with it?

He is in his forties and has ended up working illegally, why is he still so bad-tempered?

He turned around and smiled at the gangster boss: "Brother, well, my brain wasn't working well just now, and I didn't think straight.

In this way, the money will be transferred to you, and the handling fee is 30, no problem, brother!
Do you think this will work? "

"Fuck you!"

The gang leader Hui stood up and walked up to Zeng Hongbing, pointed at him and cursed: "30% is the price we just agreed on, now the handling fee is 50%, you bastard!"

“If you don’t want to, then take your money to a casino outside and play until 10 o’clock tonight. You can take away whatever money you have left or won by then!

Which one do you choose? Ah Beizi! "

As he spoke, he reached out to slap Zeng Hongbing in the face. The force he used may not have been great, but it was extremely insulting.

However, his hand was grabbed by someone. It was not Zeng Hongbing who stretched out his hand to block it, but Chen Yaozu.

Chen Yaozu caught the hand that was about to slap and insult Zeng Hongbing, and pulled the hand down.

Even though this relatively fat and strong gang leader struggled, he still couldn't shake his action of pulling him down at all.

"What are you doing? Let go of Brother Hui!"

The man in a suit and glasses standing by got anxious when he saw that his boss's hand was grabbed by the other party, and he jumped up and scolded!

Chen Yaozu let go of his hand.

The gang leader Brother Hui took the opportunity to take two steps back, looking up and down in surprise at this man who had remained calm and composed since he came in.

He rubbed his wrist, which seemed to be clamped by a pair of pliers, and snorted coldly: "You are very strong, Cantonese!"

Hearing this, the man in suit and glasses seemed to remember something, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly said:

"Brother Hui, I remember who he is!
The one in the news, the one who was a Kung Fu master who could send people flying with just a turn of his shoulder!"

After hearing what he said, Brother Hui also remembered who this person was. He is a master!
And he is an expert at taking lives with one blow!
So he reacted very quickly, took a step back, pulled out a loaded pistol from his waist, and pointed it at Chen Yaozu's forehead:
“Alinbei remembered.

The news said that the woman is still lying in the hospital and her life or death is unknown. It is very likely that she will become a vegetable and lie in bed for the rest of her life.

It seems that you are very good at kung fu!
Without even moving a hand, he can put people in a life or death dilemma!
But do you think you are good at fighting?

What's the use of beating? "

Brother Hui poked Chen Yaozu's head with his gun and pushed it forward: "

If you want to get involved in the underworld, you need power and a gun!
Aren’t you good at fighting?
Hero!

Let’s see whether your kung fu is faster or Lin Bei’s gun is faster!

Cantonese, times have changed! I thought it was Huang Feihong, one of the Ten Tigers of Guangdong in the late Qing Dynasty!

You can fight, now try to fight me!"

To be honest, the feeling of having a gun pointed at your head is really creepy. People who have never had a gun pointed at them will never understand the powerless feeling of having their life held at the fingertips of someone else.

Chen Yaozu slowly raised his hands: "Boss, be careful of accidental discharge!"

Brother Hui was about to sneer, but without further ado he pulled the trigger, letting the hero taste the taste of eating peanuts on his head!
Unlike the villains on TV who drag their feet and talk nonsense for a long time, gangsters do things quickly and efficiently and are not afraid of killing people.

But at the moment he pulled the trigger, he found that his hand was suddenly out of control.

Immediately afterwards, the Guangdong hero, who was being pointed at by him with a gun, suddenly reached out and snatched the gun, and then put it against his head.

What happened in this instant was as fast as a rabbit jumping up and down, and the transition from offense to defense was completed in an instant.

"Brother Hui, right?

Does it feel good to have a gun pointed at your head?
So I really hated the feeling of having a gun pointed at my head by you just now!"

"Let go of Brother Hui!"

The first ones to react, of course, were not the man in the suit and glasses, but the two thugs standing at the door. They quickly pulled out pistols from their pockets, but it was too late.

"Bah!"

"what……"

Two shots, neither of which missed the target, directly broke the palms of the two thugs who were trying to draw their guns.

Chen Yaozu had such strong self-control that even at the moment when the bullet was fired from the pistol, his hand holding the gun did not tremble at all, it was very steady!
Following the gunshot and scream, two pistols fell heavily to the ground, waking up the frightened Zeng Hongbing.

But he reacted quickly. He leapt and grabbed the two pistols that fell on the ground. He quickly retreated to the man in the suit and glasses, pointed the gun at him and shouted tremblingly: "Squat down and put your hands on your head, or I... I will kill you!"

The man in the suit and glasses was confused by this sudden change. When he came to his senses, he found that he had become a hostage.

However, when he saw the Northeastern guy who was pointing the gun at him actually put his finger on the trigger, he was so scared that he couldn't speak clearly: "Brother, don't put your finger on the trigger, the safety of this gun is on the trigger, it's easy to fire if you put your hand like this!"

Whether it was the gun that Chen Yaozu robbed from the gang leader Hui Ge, or the two guns picked up by Zeng Hongbing, they were all Glock pistols.

The main feature of this thing is its large magazine capacity, which can hold up to 19 bullets. Another feature is that it has no external safety. It is one of the favorite weapons of American gangsters.

"He's not even loaded yet, he doesn't know how to use the gun, you're not afraid of him, just pull out your gun and shoot him!

I'll block this, and you kill them both to help me get revenge!"

Brother Hui, the leader, suddenly shouted in their dialect.

Anyone who has fought for the first time knows that as soon as you start fighting, you will inexplicably start shaking, breathing heavily, and feeling guilty.

After you fight more often, these symptoms will disappear.

The same goes for playing with guns!

This was the first time for Chen Yaozu to shoot someone with a gun, whether in his previous life or this life, so his breathing became much heavier, especially since he shot the two times at the hands.

This made the extremely experienced gang leader Hui Ge conclude that it was his first time shooting someone. What about the first time he shot and killed someone?

Will you hesitate?
So he asked the man in the suit and glasses to draw his gun, so that the muzzle of the gun in the hand of the Cantonese man in front of him could be turned around, so that he could either kill the man with glasses directly, or give him a chance while he was hesitating whether to shoot or not.

Because he had a pistol under the tea table.

(End of this chapter)