Collapse, surrender to me!

Is this revenge for the murder of his father?

“I don’t know the specific reason.”

Frenzo shook his head.

The real leaders of the Syracuse gang are Gambino and Capone.

Gambino was once the leader of Capone's family.

For some reasons, seven or eight years ago, Capone was sent to Longmen to do business, but the family in Syracuse had already declined at that time, so Gambino came to Longmen, ready to create a new world.

"In fact, why did they attack Penguin Logistics? One reason was probably because the young master of Fengchi Logistics had joined in. If they could kill him, it would naturally lead to a fight between Fengchi Logistics and Penguin Logistics."

Frenzo analyzed.

"Another reason is probably that there are too few people in Penguin Logistics."

"That's true."

Archangel looked at the gangsters who were still pouring in and nodded in agreement.

This kind of family-based gang relies mainly on strength in numbers.

Being able to have the confidence to gain a foothold in Longmen shows that he has some strength.

It seems that the other party has sent out a signal and even sent more troops after discovering that they are here.

"We'll cover you for a while, you run first."

Seeing this, the Angel came to Gray's body and whispered.

"I'm sorry, we didn't expect this to happen and involve you."

"Is this the security situation in Longmen?"

Grayshu couldn't help but say.

"Can an external force be so rampant?"

"This has nothing to do with public security." The Archangel waved his hand: "You are not like Baisong, thinking of asking the Guards to intervene... This kind of thing happens every day. As long as it does not affect the civilians of Longmen, it's fine."

There is no reason to involve people in the imperial court with matters of the underworld.

That's probably what it means.

"Can you hold on?" Gray asked.

"Of course we can't hold on! There are so many people here, what a joke." Exarch looked around and said naturally, "After you run away, we will also retreat at the speed of light..."

The whispering between Gresh and Exorcist caught Frenzo's attention.

When he saw Grayshu, he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"Hey, isn't this the current daughter of Longmen?"

When Frenzo saw Grace, his eyes lit up. Suddenly, he moved, took out a gun and pointed it at Grace.

Upon seeing this, Texas immediately stood in front of Grayshu.

Frenzo curled his lips immediately.

"I remember a master in a movie who shot himself in the head to show off his martial arts prowess, then held the bullet and said that the only martial arts in the world that can't be broken is speed. I wonder if you can do that? Or use a knife to cut the bullet? In the underworld, you have to face bullets at any time. No matter how good your martial arts skills are, they are not as good as your marksmanship, don't you think?"

"That makes some sense."

Texas was not afraid at all, nor was she afraid that the gun would go off accidentally. She had already seen that the safety bolt of the gun was on, and the bullet would be fired immediately as long as she pulled it, she said calmly.

"You draw your gun very quickly, your hands are not messy at all, you have received strict shooting training, and you also have actual combat experience, which is very rare."

"Interesting." Frenzo still pointed the gun at Texas: "You can remain calm when a gun is pointed at you. Your psychological quality is first-rate, but it's still useless. What will you do if I shoot you?"

"You can try it."

Texas said as he put one hand behind his back and gestured to the Archangel.

The Archangel immediately understood.

If Frenzo did fire, her bullets would prevent the other party from getting a second shot.

"It's okay, he doesn't dare to shoot."

Gresh shook her head.

Came out from behind Texas.

Not to mention that she didn't dare to shoot, she wouldn't be afraid even if she really shot.

"You're right. I really don't dare to attack you. After all, we came to Longmen to gain a foothold. If we kill the daughter of the Governor of Longmen, it will ruin everything." Frenzo smiled: "So can you cooperate a little? Help us put in a good word in front of Wei Yanwu."

"If possible, I can let these people from Penguin Logistics go today."

“Why?” Grayshue curled her lips: “Because you are thick-skinned?”

"Well, we can make a bet."

Frenzo wasn't angry either.

"If I hit the confident girl next to you, how about you ask Governor Longmen to support us? On the other hand, if I can't hit her, I'll pretend I never came here today. How about that? Also, don't worry, my shooting is very accurate. At most I'll hit a non-lethal part of his body. And it's not a live bullet. He'll be fine after a month or two of rest."

"Okay." Grayshu nodded and agreed without waiting for Texas' opinion.

In an instant.

Frenzo's finger moved on the trigger!

Just as he said, his shooting was very accurate and hit Texas's wrist holding the knife.

The specially trained gunmen have extremely amazing speed and reaction.

Frenzo can hit three or four or more high-speed moving objects in an instant, and his shooting skills are superb.

Everyone present was very confident in his marksmanship. Once, Frenzo fought alone in the streets of the city and used his marksmanship to kill dozens of gang members who were trying to steal the goods, making great contributions to the family.

However, the gun did not fire.

Whoosh!

A vinyl record appeared out of nowhere and flew over, spinning. The huge force was like a car hitting it, and it knocked the gun down at the critical moment.

But the next moment.

There was actually a gun in Frenzo's other hand.

But just as the gun reached his hand, another vinyl record flew over, as if it had teleported in an instant, and the huge force knocked his gun to the ground again.

He suddenly crawled to the ground and rolled, trying to pick up the gun and shoot again.

But another vinyl record flew over and hit him on the back of the head.

hum...

His eyes were full of stars, his whole body was numb, he collapsed like mud, gasping for breath on the ground, temporarily in a semi-fainting state. It was like a person who was deeply drunk, he could barely feel everything around him, but he couldn't move his body.

Grace stood up slowly, picked up the two pistols from the ground, put them on the table, and waited for him to wake up.

The gangsters around her didn't dare to do anything because of her identity.

The brain stem at the back of the brain is the reflex center that regulates important physiological activities such as cardiovascular movement and breathing. And without the protection of a hard skull, once hit, life will be in danger, so in various fighting competitions, hitting the back of the head is prohibited.

But in many killing techniques, the back of the head is the inevitable attack point.

The most common scene in movies and TV dramas is when someone sneaks in secretly and slashes the guard on the back of the neck with a knife, causing him to faint silently without making any sound.

Of course it is theoretically possible.

But it is very dangerous and unreliable. This technique is difficult to master and may cause serious consequences such as cervical fractures, brain stem injuries, and concussions.

If someone else comes.

If this vinyl record is thrown at high speed, it might cut off your head.

But Grayshu's control of power has reached a level of precision.

There was silence.

Texas, Bison, Exiah, and Croissant were all silent, as if they were stunned.

They seemed to have seen that Greshu seemed to move, but also seemed not to move. The three vinyl records in the box beside her disappeared, and then two guns were shot away, and the other one knocked Frenzo half unconscious.

Of course, that's not the point.

"That must be the boss's treasure..." Sora whispered.

"It seems so."

The Angel smiled.

“I can almost hear the boss wailing.”

"But since it was Grayshu who did this, he can't really do anything. Urgent, urgent, urgent, urgent, I really want to see how the boss reacts! This is the feeling of being so angry but unable to vent it."

"+1"

"+1"

……

After four or five minutes, Frenzo finally came to his senses. He looked at Greshuin, touched the back of his head, saw the pistol on the table, and the broken vinyl record on the ground, and said with difficulty: "You have no martial ethics?!"

"You can't say that. You said it yourself. We bet on whether we could hit Texas. Now tell me whether we hit it or not."

Gray repairs confidently.

Of course she couldn't let the other side actually shoot at Texas.

Even if Texas is okay in the end.

Or if she performs a trick of catching a bullet with her own hand, it wouldn't make much sense.

Grace is not the kind of person who would gamble with other people's safety.

She never intended to let the other party shoot her in the first place.

"…You are really only twelve years old?"

Frenzo took the gun back from the table and examined it again and again, somewhat incredulous.

It was only a short time before he pulled the trigger.

In a blink of an eye?

But the other party's reaction speed was much faster than his. There was only one possibility for what happened just now, that is, his behavior was almost like slow motion in the eyes of the other party.

"Syracusans are naturally quick to react, but your reaction speed is at least three times faster than mine." Frenzo murmured, "I still don't believe it. How old are you? I've seen people with this level of skill, and they all achieved this after years of training. You're so strong now, how strong will you be in the future? No wonder Wei Yanwu always mentions you in the intelligence."

"..."

Gray was speechless.

Doesn’t Old Wei show off whenever he meets someone?

Even the foreign gangs knew about it so quickly?

Grayshu shook her head and continued the previous topic.

"Let's not talk about this. Do you want to keep the bet we made?"

"What if I don't keep my promise?" Frenzo wanted to default on his debt.

"Then I won't make things difficult for you. I'll just let you stay in bed for a month or two." Grayshu replied using Frenzo's words.

"You!" Frenzo knew that a good man should not suffer a loss in front of him: "I will keep my promise. I will pretend that I have never been here today."

As he said this, he put away his gun and turned to leave the house.

Suddenly, those gang members disappeared like a school of fish.

A gunfight disappeared into thin air.

"He's leaving now?"

Young Master Baisong was stunned.

"He obviously had such a huge advantage? Just because he lost the bet, he withdrew?"

He didn't understand when the gangs became so reputable.

It even feels a bit anticlimactic.