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Loela can lead the shrinking gang and defect to another gang, and naturally she can be reused.

It was too late, but it was too late. After such an incident happened, the other five leaders did not react.

The slamming of the door made them wake up from a dream, and they all stepped forward and said, "Brother, are you okay?"

Jimmy looked at the gunshot wound on his right leg and cursed Loela in his mind for that bastard.

But there was no trace of anger on his face, and he said anxiously: "Quick, there are military grenades hidden in my house, get them to me quickly!"

At this time, he couldn't mention the matter of escaping. One leg was injured by a gun, and he was not a superman. With such an injury, he couldn't run faster than a dog, so he had to fight to the death.

……

At this time, there was suddenly no movement outside the door.

Jimmy glanced outside, and saw corpses chopped open by knives lying there, and the grass was stained red with blood.

Even the pistol was cut in half.

The man wearing the devil mask really looked like a devil crawling out of hell, stepping forward with a bleeding knife.

Tick, tick, the blood flowed to the tip of the knife and dripped on the floor worth thirteen hundred dollars per square meter.

Jimmy's heart ached at the thought of his own blood splattering on the floor.

"Fake!"

The leader with the evil dragon tattooed on his head roared angrily. He took a few steps forward with a force like a bear and a tiger. He exerted force on his shoulders, and with a sound like exploding beans, he thrust his right hand towards his heart in the shape of a claw.

Bang, the armor that was ineffective against bullets dented under his claws. The force of the shock made the leader even more excited, and he just wanted to keep trying.

The sharp light of the sword filled his eyes.

The two of them passed each other, and a trace of blood appeared on the leader's neck, and bright red blood spurted out.

Qingze flicked the blood on his sword, showing the style of a martial arts swordsman who could kill one person in one move.

Jimmy's liver and gallbladder were splitting, his hands and feet were cold, and he knew that he was probably doomed this time.

At this time, the woman suddenly took off her clothes. She was not trying to use a honey trap, but revealed a row of grenades hanging on her waist, and said slowly: "If you want to die together, then Let’s die together.”

Qingze looked at the silk thread connected to the grenade's safety pin. The source was tied under the ring on the ring finger of the woman's left hand. As long as the woman moved her finger, the safety pin could be pulled out.

"It's surprising that you have such awareness."

"To you men, women like me always seem to be associated with stupidity and ugliness, so you hate me and hate me, but you won't be wary of me.

Because you look down on me from the bottom of your heart. "

Delia said these words. She enjoyed being able to turn the tide in times of crisis, but she would not show too much pride.

"We should have no enmity with you. If you want territory, Jimmy and I are willing to respect you as the king of Los Angeles.

I'll give you advice, and they'll fight for you. You just need to sit there and get the throne of the underground world in Los Angeles. Isn't it great? "

"I see, you have a point."

A smile appeared on Delia's face, "Dear Sir, I have always been good at reasoning."

“But I never reason with trash.”

Qingze continued slowly.

The smile on Delia's face gradually faded and turned into ice coldness.

She knows in her heart that people are very complex creatures and cannot simply measure everything by interests.

Some people do things based on their own interests.

Delia doesn't like people like that.

"Then we can only die together."

Chapter 589: Give you a movie-like death

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the hall suddenly became extremely solemn.

Even the lights seemed to have weight. The four leaders who were still alive, Jimmy who was shot and sitting on the ground, and even Delia were very nervous.

Sweat appeared on her cheeks, her beady eyes widened, and she was trying to apply the final pressure.

The thick fingers were slightly raised, and the thumping heartbeat reminded her of the first time she encouraged Jimmy to commit murder, when she was ten years old.

Jimmy, who had picked up the gun, was instigated by her to kill the man who drank and was violent all day long. Watching the man die, Delia felt pleasure and excitement for the first time in her life.

The kind of success you get by using your own brains to constantly scheme against others and kill others is so satisfying.

So she doesn't want to die, she just wants to continue scheming others and doing evil.

She tried to avoid the bad outcome of dying together.

But the eyes exposed by the bright red devil mask did not show any excitement, fear, or determination, they were just very calm, as if Big Ivan was exploding in front of his eyes, and there was no surprise in those eyes.

The overly calm eyes gave the devil's costume a kind of divinity.

Usually the disadvantaged person will take out a gun and kill the hostile person after they have no advantage verbally or physically.

After escaping from Jimmy's house, Loela ran towards the commercial street in the North District.

There are countless people who carry guns when they go out, and shootings often occur for various reasons.

Jimmy yelled, using his hands and feet to try and get away from here.

The large pieces of fat were scattered to other places due to the explosion. The only drawback was that even the waist was blown away.

Delia immediately understood that she could not scare the other party, and suddenly pulled up.

An angry argument on the roadside will most likely turn into a murder.

In order to prevent that person from dying on the spot, Qingze used his time-stop ability to cover the world with a gray-white filter.

Delia had the slimmest figure she had ever had.

Then, he went to another bedroom and went back and forth like this.

Loera doesn't think she can show off her power in Los Angeles just because she has a gun.

Nine seconds were enough to remove the bad drugs from the six people, and the gray-white filter receded from their eyes.

This is Los Angeles.

He crossed his arms across his chest and looked at the surrounding streets and the ladies on the roadside. The neon lights flashed, outlining the conspicuous shop names in the gloomy night.

It was at the entrance of a nightclub. Two tall and strong men were standing there. Seeing his gaze and appearance, they immediately touched the gun on their waist. They would not give him any warm treatment based on the same skin color.

Jimmy just breathed out his last breath, and his pupils lost their light.

In the smoke, colorful diamond-shaped light shields flashed on Qingze's body, and the shrapnel that landed on the defensive field bounced off at extremely fast speeds and scattered everywhere.

Qingze raised his hand.

The crowd gradually became noisy, and Loela's panicked expression disappeared when she stepped into the commercial street.

The boss's destiny is to be tougher than others.

Qingze turned into a gust of wind and disappeared here. It was time to chase the other "protagonist" who escaped.

Qingze looked at the scene in front of him and used the ability of element replacement to turn into an invisible breeze and rush up to the second floor.

Qingze returned downstairs and gave the side effects of the drug to the still-living Jimmy. Boom!

The loud noise caused the windows to burst, and fireworks and shrapnel shot out. When the ears of the four leaders and Jimmy received the ear-splitting sound, the overwhelming shrapnel fell on them first.

In order to ensure that he had no ill intentions, he deliberately crossed his hands across his chest and kept away from the gun to reduce people's aggression towards him.

This is also the reason why Loela wants to calm down his expression. If he shows panic or ferocity, others may shoot him first.

Qingze stepped forward and used his rejuvenation skills to extract the medicine from her body.

He has a gun on his waist and is shirtless, which is an image that white people have no problem with.

"No!"

The current magic rejuvenation can only store one person's bad diseases at a time.

In this way, they warned Loela not to do anything extraordinary, but to empty the magazine whenever there was any sign of letting go.

The American people's impression of white people is still that they are wealthy and will not take risks.

……

He entered the nearest room. The woman was tossing and turning on the bed, constantly tearing off her clothes, trying to get some coolness.

There is a gun on the waist of this kind of skin color, no matter whether it is black or white, it will cause tension in the heart.

The smoke turned the golden walls into a thick black, and the nearby sofa was blown open, revealing the springs inside.

People around him were naturally wary of his complexion.

But Delia knew in her heart that they could not escape the power of the explosion caused by the grenades that could wrap around her waist.

Regardless of whether the person was a friend or a relative before, when a quarrel breaks out, no one cares about the identity of the other party, they just want the other party to shut up.

Then a poster with a hot girl caught his eye.

The smoke becomes thinner.

Loela smiled, did not stop here, and continued to move forward.

Supermarkets that sell home appliances play top songs and float them out into the streets.

Passers-by can see through the glass wall that every household appliance inside is either locked in a cabinet or tied up with a thick iron chain wrapped around the outside.

Prison-like stores like this are becoming more and more common as the trend of zero-dollar shopping flourishes.

The words that private property is sacred and inviolable seem to have lost their effectiveness.

The bosses cannot take out their equality devices to teach those who buy for free a lesson.

Of course, it’s limited to Loella’s skin color.

If you are a yellow-skinned person, buying a hundred dollars for zero dollars will face up to fifteen years in prison.

Loela was humming a song, feeling that her current mood was like a super DJ playing on the stereo in a supermarket, and her whole body was light and airy.

Jimmy wanted to sell him, but he didn't want to think about what he relied on to survive until now.

That's brainless and shameless.

As long as he sells his teammates quickly, no one can sell him.

Loela couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth when she thought of the boss who might have been buried.

Snapped.

A hand suddenly rested on his shoulder.

Loela said impatiently: "Who?"

When he turned around, he saw the flow of people coming and going behind him, and also saw the bright red devil mask reflecting the neon lights.

Loela's pupils shrank suddenly, panic instantly took over her cheeks, and then she felt obvious pain in her abdomen.

A knife penetrated the body.

"it's me."

Qingze answered, and then drew out his katana, blood gushing out from the wound.

Loela took two steps back and covered the wound with her hands, trying to stop the blood from flowing out.

But blood still flowed from the fingertips and the lower back.

"Ah, murder!"

Loela shouted loudly, turned around and ran.

With the will to survive, he overcame the pain caused by the stab wound and tried to cause panic among the pedestrians around him by shouting.

However, the pedestrians along the way looked normal and just avoided the direction in which he fled.

Loela's face was full of astonishment. There was always a feeling that the whole city was the helper of the devil behind it, so it could be so peaceful.

He turned around and saw that Qingze was walking towards him, dragging the tip of the sword on the ground, and said unhurriedly: "Swastika, Canhuo Tai Dao·Xi - Canri Prison Clothes."

Before the words could be finished, Loela could already see the raging flames rolling up from the opponent's feet, like wind pouring into the cassock from the bottom.