Chapter 147: Taste [Asking for a Monthly Pass]

Everyone present turned their gaze to the source of the sound in amazement.

I saw a little brother who came in with Howard take off his coat, revealing the purple suit inside, and at the same time raised his head and smiled evilly at everyone present.

Clown!

How did he end up here?

Darwin reacted first, pulled out a pistol from his man's arms, and pointed the gun at Howard in front of him.

It is clear that he defected.

The other gang bosses who reacted also picked up their guns and pointed their guns at all those who followed Howard in.

The security guards who saw that the situation was wrong also took out their weapons and surrounded Howard and his party.

Although the two men who followed Howard in also duly took out their pistols from their arms and stood behind the Joker, no matter how you look at the scene, the contrast is a bit disparity.

It seems that the clown has thrown himself into the net.

"Oh oh oh ......" Darwin swept left and right, a little unable to believe the scene in front of him, and the clown was caught so smoothly: "Isn't this the famous Mr. Clown?" Why, you also want to participate in our ...... party? ”

"You're having a party?" The clown glanced left and right at the gang bosses who pointed their guns at him, "I thought I was at a funeral." ”

"What are you talking about?" As Darwin expected, Beard Tyrence was the first to rush to the clown with a pistol: "Say it again." ”

"Alright, meet your little offer." The clown stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, as if he was a little shy, and expressed his feelings a little reservedly: "I think it's like a funeral here, your funeral." ”

"Very well, you are right, this is indeed a funeral." The bearded chest rose and fell, loaded the gun in his hand, and then aimed it at the clown's forehead: "But it's your funeral." ”

"Aha?" The clown didn't seem to be afraid, and even bent down slightly, like a stage actor, and thanked the audience after the performance: "Then come on?" ”

Bearded Tyrens could no longer control the power of the desolation in his body.

'Bangβ€”β€”! ’

The gun rang out, and the projectiles in the excited bullet rushed out of the barrel with the power generated by the gunpowder, and the cartridge case ejected from the ejection port and fell to the ground with a 'clang'.

'Puff'

A figure fell to the ground in a daze, stirring up a puff of smoke and dust that was not too large.

There was silence for a while.

The gunshots didn't come from the beard's hands, but from behind him.

The body that fell was not a clown, but a bearded Tyrence, who was still extremely arrogant just now.

At this time, he tilted his head and threw himself on the ground, like a salted fish, his eyes were wide open, as if he didn't expect that he would die like this, and he opened his eyes a little unwillingly.

He was mortally wounded in the back of the head, and he had been shot in a bloody hole in the back of his head, gurgling and bleeding.

Everyone hurriedly turned their attention to the place where the gunfire came from.

The gunfire came from behind the beard, and behind him were only two of his men, one of whom was still emitting a puff of white smoke from the muzzle of his gun.

It was clear that he was the murderer of the bearded man.

No one expected it to be such a divine turn.

I guess this simple-minded guy with a beard wouldn't have thought that he would die like this, right?

Dying at his own hands is indeed very aggrieved.

"Uh-huh, why is there no sound all of a sudden? Go on. At this moment of silence, the clown's unique voice sounded again: "Why, don't you accept this surprise?" ”

The remaining of the bearded man finally reacted, and pointed a trembling hand at his former good friend, but before he could speak, another shot rang out, and he followed in the footsteps of the beard, and was hit in the chest by the renegade gunman, and fell to the ground like a salted fish.

After killing his companion, the gunman dropped his pistol with a blank face and walked up behind the Joker.

There was no gang boss to avenge the beard, not even to denounce it, on the one hand, this incident happened relatively suddenly, and on the other hand, it also reflected the popularity of the beard from the side.

'Bang Bang ......'

"Brilliant performance." The clown raised his hands, exaggeratedly raised them to the top of his head, and applauded vigorously: "You see, no one can't be bought, the so-called bottom line of their own ownership is just a joke, as long as you push ...... lightly"

The clown put down his clapping hand and put his thumb to his index finger in front of his eyes and gestured: "As long as you find the bottom line of the other party, just gently push ......"

"Bang ......"

The clown's arms appear to be scattering flowers into the sky, and at the same time, the onomatopoeia 'bang' comes out of his mouth: "It will shatter with a bang......"

"What the hell do you want?" A gang leader finally couldn't stand the clown's arrogance, and slapped the table in front of him desperately: "How much do you want to get the laundry detergent?" Isn't it enough for you to have seven and three for me? You must know that my people are just borrowing your territory, the raw materials are provided by ourselves, and even the risks are borne by ourselves, you can get seventy percent of the benefits of laundry detergent without much effort, and you want more? You must know that the most important thing to be a human being is not to be too greedy......"

'Bangβ€”β€”! ’

Another gunshot befriended the last word 'greedy' in the mob boss's roar.

The gunfire was still coming from behind the gang boss.

The crowd was stunned again.

This time, the murderer turned out to be a subordinate of the gang boss.

It's just that this traitor murderer was not as lucky as the previous one, and was killed on the spot by other gangster gunmen who had already been nervous.

When the traitor murderer was set on fire in no complete place, and his body fell to the ground limply, the scene was a little silent for a while.

The gang boss was sweating a little, and the first gang boss was killed by his own traitors, which can be said to be expected, everyone knew that the person with a very good temper would be the first to attack the clown. And what about the second one? They didn't know in advance that the second gang boss who was killed by his own men would be the first to break the silence, and they didn't believe that the clown would know who would be the first and who would be the second to stand up against him, and then plot against the two gang bosses.

They prefer to believe that each of their men has been rebelled against by the Joker, and now each of them has a gun pointed at him behind his back. That's why the clown has the audacity to come here.

"You think I'm in it for the money? Hehe, haha, hey, hey, hey, hey......, hey

"You think I'm just in it for the money?" The clown repeated the phrase again, stopping his ugly laughter: "You don't know me, you can't understand my greatness." ”

"Money is only so great in the eyes of you laymen, and in fact it is not as useful in my eyes as this little blade in my hand." The clown took out a small blade from his pocket and gestured in front of everyone: "You know, this city needs a criminal with good taste." ”

PS: Eh, I didn't send it out before 12 o'clock......

(End of chapter)