I cut reality into a movie

Until it was interrupted by this flustered little brother.

"What did you say? The oak barrel is dead?"

Witt, the head of the underworld, swam to the pool in disbelief, and guessed, "How did he die? Was he smoked to death? Or did he play with a girl and play himself to death?"

"Neither! The oak barrel was killed!"

The younger brother was full of urgency: "In the VIP bathroom on the first floor, someone wiped the oak barrel on his neck! And after killing the oak barrel, the man left a sentence on the mirror."

"What?"

"he came."

In an instant, the coldness penetrated into the bone marrow and flowed through Witt's body along the spine. He didn't have any concrete evidence, but it was this message that made him subconsciously feel that it was Romon who came for revenge.

"FUCK! That bastard didn't get burned?"

As if answering Witt's question, there was a definite gunshot from the stairs.

Boom, boom!

Boom, boom!

Boom, boom!

Two consecutive shots, a pause, and then a single shot. This very rhythmic shooting sound is that Romon is cleaning up the bodyguards around Witt.

And what he used was the Mozambique shooting method.

First shoot two shots to quickly penetrate the torso of the body, and then take a shot to the head. This is the optimal shooting method for the pistol to cause the greatest damage in close combat.

As the saying goes: two shots to the body and one shot to the head, Jesus shook his head when he saw it.

"Go! Take the young master away!"

Seeing that Romon had entered the underground swimming pool, the bodyguards around Witt were also dedicated and showed no signs of timidity. They waved for the younger brother to take Witt away first, and they, the bodyguards with live ammunition, surrounded them towards the stairs.

boom!

Another bullet pierced the enemy's skull. Romon pressed the empty trigger twice, and immediately took out the magazine at his waist to reload.

For this revenge scene, Romon wrapped two rounds of magazines around his waist, which is definitely enough for him to show off his shooting art.

Gunshots and screams became the main theme of the underground swimming pool.

Every time Romon raised the HK P30L in his hand, a bodyguard of the Rubble Gang fell in a pool of blood forever.

But the punishment of losing their lives was already what they deserved.

The drug trade, human trafficking, organ plundering, rape and poisoning, and the blood debts on the rubble gang's account have long been too numerous to write down, and Romon is just helping them to liquidate them equally.

Of course, during the liquidation, Romon also took some useful shots.

The resistance of the underground swimming pool was quickly eliminated.

Witt, who was about to wipe his head and ran away, hadn't gone up the other stairs yet.

"Master! Let's go!"

"Be for me!"

Facing the dark muzzle pointed at by Romon, the loyal boy's first reaction was to push Witt upstairs, but Witt's first reaction was to drag the younger brother to stand in front of him.

boom!

The flower of death composed of blood and flesh bloomed on the chest of my little brother.

The little brother with a big hole in his chest looked in disbelief at Witt, who was blocking the gun with him. His pupils were gradually losing focus, and he didn't even see a bit of guilt. He only saw Witt running away without turning his head. .

Heh, is this the loyalty that gang leaders say?

Only I am loyal to them, and they are not loyal to me.

This unknown gang boy slowly shook his head with the last of his strength, then closed his eyes, never wanting to see Witt's back running away in a hurry.

The loud music on the dance floor on the first floor even overwhelmed the sound of gunfire.

On the dance floor, drug addicts addicted to the world of chemical bliss, completely unaware that a fierce gun battle is going on around them.

They are roaring, howling, crazy, they overdraw their lives, they play with their lives, their lives are not worthy of respect at all.

Well, since you don't respect, don't blame outsiders for not respecting you either.

With his arms crossed and his hands clasped tightly, Romon used his arms as a fulcrum and adopted the CARS shooting posture, chasing his target on the crowded dance floor.

As for the bodyguards rushing to block him, Romon pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The projectiles that flew out penetrated the limbs of the person, and with the help of the remaining potential energy, they hit the steel frame around the stage with a bang bang bang bang, bursting out deadly flowers woven by fire.

These fiery flowers are fiery, dazzling, but short-lived and fleeting, just like the addicts on the dance floor whose heart rate is too fast, their bodies are hot, they are crazy overdrawn, and burn themselves.

"Get dry! Follow me and get dry!"

Pulling the voice of the duck!The MC on the stage is still raising the atmosphere on the dance floor.

But suddenly his face froze and his expression darkened. He clutched his chest tightly with his right hand and fell face-down onto the dance floor from the high platform where the musical instruments were placed.

He went into shock because of a tachycardia.

As for this unlucky guy who suddenly fell onto the dance floor, the crowd dancing wildly in the pool didn't notice him at all. They were still dancing and moving until they trampled this MC into a ball of mud.

Finally, Witt was the first to rush out of this crazy dance floor.

He ran along the aisle to the main entrance of the nightclub, yelling as he ran, telling the security guards to prepare the car quickly.

But in the end, when he rushed to the main entrance of the nightclub, he found that the security guards and conductors in front of the nightclub were gone.

"Damn! A bunch of bastards! None of them are useful!"

Without a security guard to prepare a car, Witt could only run out on his own legs.

So naked, Witt rushed out of the nightclub, and ran towards the gang headquarters on the busy street.

People, of course, were deliberately let go by Romon.

After all, a movie story has to have a twist.

Chapter 030

For the old Tarasov, tonight is destined to have no sleep.

Ever since he was woken up by Romon's sudden call, old Tarasov's cell phone has never stopped.

The bell rang one after another, and all the news came:

Three younger brothers from some gang were stabbed to death with a pencil in the Shadow of the Past Bar.

The Mengyao nightclub was raided by the enemy, and gang members were killed and injured on a large scale.

In the end, old Tarasov even got a call that his son was missing.

"What did you say? Witt lost!?"

Hearing that his son was lost, old Tarasov clenched his knife-scarred palm instantly, and the stretched veins on it were as thick as earthworms.

"Look! Everyone look for me!" Old Tarasov roared: "If you can't find Witt, you will count as one, and you will not be able to live well!"

King of the Gravel Gang, showing his wrath.

This machine, called the Gravel Gang, began to rumble into operation. All the Gravel Gang members knew that if they couldn't find Witt, the leader of the gang, their good days in the gang would really come to an end.

Fortunately, Witt was easily found.

After all, if you run naked on the street, no matter whether you are a gangster or not, you will be the brightest boy on the street, uh... the brightest boy in every sense.

Eventually, Witt was taken back to gang headquarters.

Old Tarasov looked at his son who was naked, in a state of embarrassment, and covered in bruises all over his body. His heart ached for sure, but he was more angry:

"Witt Tarasoff, do you know how much shame your current ugly appearance will bring to the name Tarasoff?"

"Father, I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry!"

Witt, who was arrogant and domineering in front of his little brother, had always respected and feared his father who was as mighty and fierce as a lion, and was obedient.

"How many times have I said that! Look up! Look into my eyes! Don't look down!"

Old Tarasov bent down and pulled his son's skirt, seeing his son's pale and frightened face, his heart softened.

With a cold snort, he let go of his son's collar, and the old Tarasov asked, "Okay, tell me, what happened specifically? Why was Mengyao Nightclub attacked? How many people came from the opposite side? Where did it come from?"

"Father, there is only one, and there is a person coming from the opposite side!"

Witt raised his index finger and made a '1'. He recalled with a pale face: "That man is a devil, a devil! He entered the nightclub with a gun and killed everyone he saw. All the bodyguards you arranged for me were killed by him. One shot at a time, bang, bang, bang! bang! bang! bang! bang! bang bang bang bang..."

Imitating the gunshots, Witt's tone became faster and faster, becoming more and more crazy. When he got to the back, he grabbed his face and started crying and laughing: "Hehehe, haha, hahaha! Everyone will die! Everyone Everyone is dead, the barrel is dead, the knife is dead, the hook is dead, everyone is dead, everyone is dead! Everyone is dead!"

Snapped!

A forceful and heavy slap slapped Witt's right cheek hard, turning the kid on the ground several times, before slowly raising his head to look at his father while covering his painful face.

"Calm down?"

Old Tarasov shook his hand, hating iron for not being strong, and said: "Boy, I am extremely disappointed in you today, I will ask you a few more questions next time, if you are still in such a shameful appearance of scaring your pants, then you There's no need to be named Tarasov anymore."

"The first question, who is this person? Where did he come from? A person who single-handedly overthrew a team of bodyguards, this person cannot be unknown."

"Second question, why did this person come? Is there a business problem, or is it purely out of hatred."

At this moment, old Tarasov has not connected the nightclub killer with the first phone call Romon made to him. After all, in his heart, no matter how stupid his son is, it is impossible for him to be so stupid as to cause such a big trouble. Home.

Until Tarasov Jr. admitted his mistake.

"Dad, I didn't know I'd get into such trouble! I swear to God, I simply fell in love with a 1969 Ford Mustang..."

The little Tarasov was still talking about his crime, but the old Tarasov who was sitting on the chair couldn't stand it anymore.

All along, he has been quite indifferent to this good-for-nothing son.

The only consolation is that this kid has good eyesight, and he has always just shown his power to the asshole class. Even if he kills a lot of people, he will kill a small person with no power and power. The son can still keep a respectful distance.

But today, even this vision is gone.

Old Tarasov stepped forward quickly, and kicked Witt in the stomach fiercely, kicking this dog boy who has done more than succeed in doing nothing, and kicked him four or five meters away:

"Trash! You are a complete bastard, do you know that! The worst thing I have ever done in my life is to give birth to a bum like you!"

"Ford Mustang 1969, just a fucking Ford Mustang 1969, let me set up a whole team of bodyguards for you, plus the most lively Mengyao nightclub in the entire Tenderloin?"

"Why don't you fucking die!"

After scolding, the old Tarasov started to tremble with anger, that is to say, the secretary and bodyguard behind him was quick-eyed and handed two sedative drugs to the old man, otherwise the old man would have to let his precious son die of anger.

"Boss, the doctor said, you should pay more attention to your heart."

Helping the old Tarasov to sit down, the secretary signaled Witt to hurry up and apologize to the old man with his eyes.

With such persuasion and apology, the old Tarasov finally calmed down a bit. He waved to the secretary beside him and said, "Vin, bring my cell phone, I want to call that killer." , see if we can clear up the misunderstanding and stop this dispute."

"Resolve the misunderstanding?" Witt asked puzzled, "Father, that bastard killed so many of us, why don't you just ignore it?"

"you!"

Old Tarasov raised his hand and wanted to curse again, but after taking two deep breaths, he took his hand back again: "When will you grow your brains, do you think an ordinary citizen can single-handedly kill all your security forces? ?”

"There must be a huge organization behind that bastard to train him. If we kill him today, what should we do if the organization behind him finds him in the future? I will lead the gravel gang to start a full-scale war with that mysterious organization?"

Old Tarasov gave his son a blank look, took the phone from the secretary, and asked, "By the way, what's the name of that bastard?"

"Uh..." Witt was speechless, he blinked, and guessed with an uncertain tone: "It seems that his name is John, or Tom, or Jerry, or something, I remember that person is a New Yorker. "

"My mother..."

Seeing that his precious son couldn't even remember the name of the enemy, old Tarasov was completely desperate, thinking about whether to have another son as a backup, old Tarasov called back the phone he had called Romon before.

Chapter 031 The Undercover Lottery, Guess Who Gets Today's Undercover

beep~~beep~~

After the short blind tone, Romon's deep voice sounded:

"Which one?"

"Garnett Tarasoff."