Changing into the team's sportswear and walking out of the Allianz Stadium, Zhang Zhetian noticed that something was wrong, it seemed that someone was staring at him in the dark. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The corners of his mouth curled, and Zhang Zhetian did not go to the agreed place, but walked towards a remote place with few people.

In the underground world of Germany, it is rumored that a man wearing a clown mask likes to fight crime in the dark, and some gangsters in Germany have suffered a lot of losses, lost a lot of pornography, gambling and drug business, and are eager to pick his skin and tear down his bones for the clown.

In the previous introduction to the German gangsters, we all know that there are gangsters such as Hell Angels, Bandit Gangs, and Lawlessness, and the Hell Angels are the most powerful in Germany, and their mortal enemies are the robber gangs, which often break out and bring instability to society.

Due to the restrictions of German law and the difficulties of police investigation actions, three years ago, the Joker was born and did what German law and the police could not do.

The bars, clubs, and drug trading establishments operated and managed by the gang organization have been greatly damaged, and the people involved have broken their hands and feet, and these people all say that it was done by a person wearing a clown mask; The gangs fought each other, and near the end, the clown appeared and cut off all of them; During the arms deal, the police suddenly appeared; Sudden fire in the place where drugs and munitions are hidden......

Some people will say that these gangsters have guns, but the clown is not stupid, he has never been as upright as a hero and face-to-face with these scumbags, but he does everything, and uses all kinds of tricks and bad tricks, if the gangsters are extremely vicious and notorious, then in their eyes, the clown is even more vicious and notorious than them.

No one has ever seen the true face of this clown who is an angel or a devil, and does not know whether he is male or female, old or young.

As for the voice, those who heard it naturally went to hell to see Satan.

Death Clown, who became the feared Grim Reaper of the German gangsters.

In three years, the crime rate in Germany has plummeted, and even the German police and government know the name of the clown, but unfortunately, they have no way to see the true face of the clown.

In May last year, the clown seemed to disappear, and the once-restrained German gangsters began to gradually become active, and in early May there was a shooting in Frankfurt, although the police failed to catch the murderers, but the two murderers were suddenly injured and the ashes fell silent again.

For some reason, although the German gangsters knew that the two murderers were seriously injured, they did not know who injured them or how they were injured, because these two people did not know where they were hiding. Otherwise, the gangsters will find their injuries familiar.

"Come out." Outside the door of a small dark abandoned factory, Zhang Zhetian operated with his hands behind his back and spoke fluent German, and said with interest.

He wanted to know who was following him, and the people who were following him exuded a murderous aura that he was all too familiar with.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, I didn't expect you to come back, hehe, remember me, right?"

A bald man in a black vest walked out, and behind him, were six big men with watermelon knives.

Looking at the bald man whose hideous face was about to be deformed, Zhang Zhetian held his chin and was silent, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing that Zhang Zhetian didn't speak for a long time, the bald man's face became more and more ugly, damn, this yellow-skinned monkey, hasn't he forgotten him?

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, Zhang Zhetian snapped his fingers, looked at the bald man and said, "You ......"

The bald man grinned and was about to laugh, but when he heard Zhang Zhetian's words, he almost bit his tongue.

"Who are you?"

"Hmm, hmm, ha, hmm......" The six big men behind him couldn't help laughing, covering their mouths with one hand and holding back a smile.

This Chinese man thought about it for a long time, and then looked like he remembered, but as a result, he still didn't know who the bald head in front of him was.

This made them almost want to laugh out loud when their laughter was very low, if it weren't for the bald head in front of them.

The bright man trembled, and he felt that the hateful yellow-skinned monkey in front of him was teasing him.

Damn, damn it! Isn't this damn yellow-skinned monkey still in a position to tell the situation by this time? Isn't he afraid that I will be outnumbered? Aren't you afraid that I have a gun in my hand?

Suddenly, Zhang Zhetian took a step forward, his eyes looked directly at the bald head, and he remembered that in Frankfurt in early May last year, this bald head and another big man grabbed the bag of a man with glasses.

"Your arm recovered so quickly?" Zhang Zhetian smiled: "Why are you alone?" What about your other accomplice? ”

This yellow-skinned monkey remembered!

The bald man couldn't help but be happy in his heart, and he didn't know why the Chinese man in front of him would feel happy when he recognized him.

"Hmph, it's enough for me to bring someone to deal with you alone, and he'll go deal with your friend."

My friend?

In Munich, have my friends?

Could it be......

Third uncle, they?

Zhang Zhetian's face changed, his figure moved, appeared in front of the bald man, grabbed his chest with one hand, and said coldly: "How many people have gone?" Did you bring a gun? ”

The bald man only felt a flower in front of him, and this Chinese appeared in front of his eyes, and he grabbed his chest.

What just happened? W- Why did this yellow-skinned monkey suddenly appear in front of me?

The six big men behind him saw Zhang Zhetian suddenly appear in front of the bald man, they were startled at first, and then saw him grab the bald man's chest and ask sharply, the six of them looked at each other, although they didn't know what was going on with this Chinese just now, but as a bald subordinate, they naturally wanted to protect the master.

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Mom, Mom, touch, touch the hard stubble!"

Six big men rushed towards Palm Zhetian with knives, and Palm Zhetian grabbed the bald man's chest with one hand, and quickly slapped out six palms with the other, hitting them on the chest like lightning.

With just one palm, these big men who hit the tiger's back and bear waist spit blood and lay on the ground, looking at the angry palm Zhetian, the bald head intuitively felt a cold air coming from the soles of his feet, a pair of tattooed arms couldn't help shaking, and his trembling hands couldn't reach into his trouser pockets at all, there, there was a gun.

"Say! How many people went? There are no guns! Zhang Zhetian looked at the bald head and shouted angrily.

"Five, five people, yes, there is a P229 ......" The bald head with trembling lips felt the murderous aura emanating from Zhang Zhetian's body, and his heart was frightened and confused.

Who is this young Chinese and how can he be so murderous.

"I really shouldn't have let you two go in the first place." Loosening the bald chest, Zhang Zhetian said coldly.

The bald man breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly, with a terrified look.

The six big men lying on the ground were also stunned and shocked.

A clown mask, worn on his face by Palm Zhetian.

"Welcome to hell, Satan is waiting for you."

Looking at the huge palm in front of him, the bald head finally shouted the last words: "You are the clown-"

……

When Zhang Zhe rushed to a Chinese restaurant panting, he saw five tattooed men lying on the ground and a group of smiling acquaintances.

The dignified middle-aged man sitting at the round table put down the P229 pistol and said to the sweaty Zhangzhetian: "Ah Tian, you are finally here." ”