Chapter 81 Guidelines

In the humble conference room of the Irish Gang, several gang members pushed open the door, dragged a bald man with swollen cheeks and a large bag walked in, pressed him to his knees on the ground, and then spread out to surround the strong man, and the guns in his hands were kept open and shot at any time, while nodding respectfully to Finn, who stood up, to show respect. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"Look, who is this?"

Finn clapped his smiling hand and walked up, but his eyes were full of fierceness.

He squatted down, suddenly stretched out his palm, and directly grabbed the strong man's neck, exposing his face to his eyes.

"Russians."

Seeing the strong man's obvious racial characteristics, Finn's brows furrowed tightly.

"Huh!" The strong man's face turned red, but his eyes were very fierce and fierce when he looked at Finn, but he smiled disdainfully.

Seeing this man's expression, Finn's heart suddenly became angry, even though this was his plan, but seeing this guy who was likely to kill his brother, he couldn't help but be angry in his heart.

He grabbed the strong man's neck with his palm, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?" Answer me! ā€

"Ho ho ho ~~"

The throat was clamped, and the Russian strong man naturally couldn't say a word, only a pair of vicious eyes that seemed to choose people to devour and wait for Finn, but the phrase that eyes can kill people only applies to the captain of the X-Men in this world, and this Russian strong man obviously does not have this talent.

"Humph!" Fein snorted coldly, suddenly let go of his palm before the Russian strong man was about to be strangled to death, got up, turned around and shook his neck, making a clicking sound, and then suddenly turned around and smashed a punch on the strong man's cheek, and at the same time asked, "Say!" Who are you! Who sent you! ā€

The Russian strong man's head was tilted and he fell heavily to the ground, and two bloody teeth fell to the ground, leaving a few blood flowers behind.

But instead of wailing, he laughed, arched his body and tried to get up, but his eyes looked at Finn, and he said mockingly: "Oh?! Don't you know who I am? Hehe! ā€

This kind of ridicule was undoubtedly extremely harsh for Finn, looking at the Russian strong man with an embarrassed face but looking at him with a contemptuous and mocking look, he had even begun to feel that his brother was killed by the guy in front of him.

As soon as such a thought was generated, it could no longer be waved out of his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this possibility became, so when he looked at the Russian strong man, he couldn't help but have a trace of cold killing intent in his eyes.

This was the first meeting he had held since he became the new leader of the Irish gang, ostensibly in order to quickly take control of the gang.

But for him, the affairs of the gang can only be regarded as public, and his attention has always been selfish, and it is the cause of his brother's death, so this important meeting of the Irish gang has become his bait, tempting those who may have killed his brother to assassinate him.

Of course, he didn't think about risking his life, and in order to avoid being seen as a trap, he still left a little hope for the other party, that is, the seemingly fragile window, and even sat very intimately at the bottom of the diagonal opposite the window, giving people a glimmer of hope.

And the person who would seize such a glimmer of hope must be someone who is truly hateful to the Irish Gang, so it is also very likely that this person is the one who killed his brother. Of course, this idea was born to him now, and it is getting stronger and stronger!

"Say! Who are you! Finn raised his foot angrily, kicked the strong man's stomach hard, and said fiercely: "Say! Did you kill my brother! Whoever commanded you, tell me. ā€

Fein stepped on the neck of the Russian strong man, with a slight force under his feet, and his eyes flashed with cold killing intent, as if he was going to crush the man fiercely in the next moment, stomping on the man's throat.

"Huh! Haven't you thought of it yet?! I ......" The Russian strong man looked at the angry Finn sarcastically, as if he wanted to continue the mockery, and then his expression suddenly froze, and his eyes widened: "Wait a minute, what did you say?" Your brother ......"

"Finn, I remember who he is!"

At this moment, a majestic voice suddenly interjected, and Finn turned his head to look, and the white-haired old man with an indifferent face walked up, leaned into his ear, and whispered: "This person is Maxim's younger brother, I met him once, not long ago. ā€

"Huh?" Fein frowned and glanced at the strong Russian man he had trampled underfoot.

The old man naturally understood that Finn was letting him continue, and he didn't sell it at the moment, and said directly according to the previous design: "At that time, we had a conflict with that group of big white bears, which was originally a trivial matter, but the other party fired, so in the end it became a melee, we killed three people, and the other party died more than half, I have always doubted, your brother's death is not ......"

The whispering stopped abruptly, the old man stepped aside, turned his eyes to look at the strong Russian man, and a faint smile appeared on his cold face, and the next words did not need to be said more, I believe that Finn would imagine in this direction.

Just as he had guessed, Finn's breathing suddenly became short, and he looked at the Russian man, his lips pursed together, obviously extremely angry.

He took a breath, closed his eyes tightly, and raised his head, his thighs suddenly exerting force.

The leather soles on the soles of his feet pressed hard against the strong man's throat, allowing him to struggle but not relaxing at all, but constantly increasing his strength, taking away his vitality in this slow and painful way, and at the same time, he couldn't spit out all the words he didn't have time to say. And the gaze in his eyes was no longer as fierce and sarcastic as before, but looked at ...... with deep incomprehension and surprise An indifferent old man.

After a long time, the strong man's tense body suddenly softened, and his hideous red face froze, and then completely lost his breath of life.

Finn wasn't the kind of pervert who liked to appreciate people's death, but at this time he stared at this hideous face, because the person with this face was the one who killed his brother.

No one can know how important his brother is to him, and no one knows what crazy actions he will do to avenge his brother!

"Russians." Finn retracted his gaze and roared through gritted teeth, "I want you all!" For my brother! Funeral! ā€

……

Finding the target of killing his brother, the vengeful Finn finally broke out, and under his command, the Irish gang's attack on the Russian gang also entered the stage of unfolding at any time.

At the same time, just as Finn was arranging for someone to avenge his brother, a phone call had already arranged his fate.