"That's fine." The other party readily agreed: "However, today is the second time you don't give me face, when I looked for you in the afternoon, you were only 50, and I gave you a chance at that time." I said that I would make up the rest of the money, but now you only bring 400, so you don't take me seriously, don't teach you a lesson, and let me establish my prestige in front of my subordinates in the future? Somebody, put him on the pitch for me, tie him to the goal. ”

"I really don't, I've done my best." There was almost a cry in Bruce's voice. However, several thugs did not listen to his explanation at all, and forcibly dragged him to the edge of the goal without saying a word, and tied him to the goal with the rope that had been prepared before.

"This is the end of toasting, not eating, eating and drinking." Seeing Bruce, who was tied to the goal and couldn't move, the gangster took a pass at his feet and controlled it, stepped on it with one foot, aimed in the direction of the victim, raised his leg suddenly, and just as he was about to volley a volley, he didn't want the whole football to explode with a "bang", which startled him.

"What's going on? Are you playing football too much? The gangster leader pointed at one of his men and began to question.

'I didn't, it's been a while and it's not going to happen.' The subordinates hurriedly excused themselves.

As he spoke, the rope under Bruce's armpit silently broke in two, as if torn by something extremely sharp but invisible, and even he felt a swift wind passing under his armpit, making him shudder.

"I'm X, what are you guys going on? Didn't you tell me a piece of rope that was a little stronger? I just tied it up, and I broke it off by myself, it must have been that kid who was not honest and struggled back and forth there to break it. Damn, I'm getting bolder. The thug leader clenched his fists as he spoke, ready to step forward and make a move.

Suddenly, there was a "boom", a huge anti-materiel sniper rifle fire, resounding throughout the stadium, and this shot hit the crossbar of the goal, rubbing a spark.

If the first two shots were Lula's use of a muffler to protect Bruce from the villains in front of him, this one is a warning to the other side not to act rashly.

The thugs were completely stunned by the sudden noise, and they looked up in the direction of the iron goal crossbar, only to see a hole appear on it, cutting the ends of the crossbar alive. This kind of beam, which is less than ten centimeters in diameter, naturally turned into slag under the bombardment of anti-materiel rifle bullets, and even fragments could not be found.

The gangster leader who came back to his senses finally realized that it was a gunshot just now, and judging from the sound, it was still a very lethal kind. When he realized that he and his accomplices were all exposed to the guns of the other party, he was immediately frightened and did not dare to move, lest he annoy the other party and snatch the soul.

The situation on the court in front of him was under control, Nick pulled out two P229 pistols from his waist and leaned on his side with two guns, and walked towards the court step by step, the posture was like a professional killer, and the thugs in front of him panicked.

Lula, on the other hand, continued to put her sniper rifle on the roof of the Ford's car, watching every move nearby through the scope, she didn't care about the targets on the field at all now, and they didn't have the courage to make any more outrageous moves, Lula mainly watched for patrol police cars nearby, so as to remind Nick to return in time.

Right now, Nick is going to go over and teach the gang of social thugs a good lesson, and he doesn't want the police to intervene in this matter. Where were the police when Bruce was bullied and blackmailed? I can't even see a shadow, and let those guys do whatever they want. Don't just run out and stir up trouble when Nick gets justice for him.

Seeing Nick approaching him step by step with two guns, the gangster leader was completely frightened, and the pale yellow liquid flowed down his crotch to the lawn of the stadium little by little, and he thought anxiously in his heart: Is the person who came to help him with a knife when he saw the injustice? But looking at the other party's weapons and outfits, they look like "killers", how can someone like that care about the petty things of street gangsters?

Could it be someone from Bruce? But after dealing with Bruce for so long, how come I have never heard or seen him and such a powerful helper? It's over, it's over, it's miserable. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead.

Nick walked in front of them and saw that the leader of the gangsters was so frightened that he was incontinent, and he couldn't help but feel angry and curious, where was the arrogant posture when he usually bullied others? Isn't that awesome? Oh, I was scared when I saw a real knife and a real gun, what a straw bag, and Nick was afraid of soiling his weapon when he shot at this kind of person.

"Untie him first." Nick pointed a gun at Bruce, who was still tied to the goal, and although Lula had just shot him to the rope under his armpit, the rest of it was still intact and he couldn't break free.

Sure enough, they came for that unlucky ghost, what is their relationship? It looks familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it. The gangster leader thought to himself.

When Bruce saw the visitor, he couldn't help but be shocked, wasn't this the tenant of his hotel just now? How could they be here to help a self who has nothing to do with them?

The two subordinates on the side heard Nick's words, and became in a dilemma, if they refused the "killer's" request, they were afraid that they would be shot, but if they agreed to his request, untied the rope, and went back, they were estimated to be beaten by the boss.

The two of them were struggling with which side to stand on, and they both came to the same conclusion: they simply let it out, compared to the boss's fist, or the swarthy weapon in the hands of the "killer" made them feel more frightened, and they didn't even look at the boss's face, so they walked to the goal by themselves and began to help Bruce untie up.

Seeing the two mutinous subordinates, the gangster leader couldn't help but curse in his heart: Damn, it's really a wall grass on both sides, usually following himself when he is in a mess, and when it is critical, he only cares about himself and is at the mercy of his opponent, what a bunch of spineless soft-footed shrimp.

"Good." Nick saw that Bruce was loosened and said to him, "Come here, stand by my side." ”

Bruce hesitated for a while, walked over, and when he passed in front of the gangster leader, he looked up and looked at the other party, only to see that the other party's eyes had both panic and resentment towards the "killer", as if to say: "Don't be complacent about you kid, see how I clean you up after the matter passes." ”