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"If you don't pay back the money, don't think about peace of mind when you die."

The number of people around them gradually increased, pointing and pointing, looking disdainful, disdainful, sneering, or unwilling, and most of the last emotions were the former employees of Condon Plantation, who followed Derek Condon to Memphis, hoping that one day, when the dark creatures receded, they could return to the plantation and live their old life.

It's a pity that after these days, they had to give up their original idea and choose to turn their backs on the Condon family and live alone.

A few scoundrels scolded for a long time and no one responded, seeing this, they became more and more rampant, the scolding became more and more ugly, louder and louder, the sound spread far away, John who had just walked into Corning Street heard these words from a distance,

He squinted, his face sank instantly, he paused for a moment, and after getting the general reason, he patted the coachman on the shoulder, told him to stop, and asked,

"Who are those people?"

"Crumbs from Ireland!" The coachman, who had lived in Memphis for not a short time, was well aware of the city's head, foamed at the mouth, and continued,

"Those Irish people don't know anything, their brains are like pigs, they fight every day, and they do half the crimes in Memphis City."

"Are they so arrogant, don't the police department care?"

"It's not that it doesn't matter, it's that it can't be managed." The coachman pointed to the young men who were abusive, and said with a look of disgust,

"Just these bastards, they've only been here for two months, and they've made countless incidents, and the police station has been in no less than ten times, and every time they just go in, they come out, and the police can't do anything about them."

"Oh! Why is that? John was a little curious,

"It's not a damn immigrant protection law yet." The coachman's expression was a little indignant,

"These goggles are in the naturalization period, they can live in Memphis, but they are still Irish in nature, and under international law and immigration protection laws, the police department has no right to deal with citizens of other countries, even if they kill someone."

"And what if they are killed? Will the police take care of it? Suddenly John asked a very strange question,

The coachman was stunned and shook his head, "No, they are Irish, and of course the Irish police are in charge of the dead ones." ”

"That's it! That's a lot easier. ”

John smiled slightly, got up and stepped out of the carriage, leaving behind a twenty-cent coin.

"Sir, you have given too much." The coachman hurriedly shouted,

"Not much, 13 cents is the price of the car, 7 cents is for the valuable information you provide."

"Intelligence?"

The coachman scratched his head, his face full of puzzlement,

But the next moment, when gunshots rang out one after another, he understood.

John pushed through the crowd, calmly walked up to the young man who scolded the most, lined his shoulders, took two steps back, pulled out his revolver, and pulled the trigger under everyone's strange gaze.

Bang!

The sound of the gunpowder exploding was so loud that it was not until the reddish-yellow liquid splashed around like a burst of watermelon that the crowd recovered from the shrill roar.

Yes!!!! Killed.

A cry of horror rang out.

The men and women scattered and fled, like frightened rats frantically retreating, even the Irish scoundrels, who were extremely arrogant just now, were frightened by this scene, their cheeks twitched slightly, and they took a few steps back without a trace, they robbed, killed, and set fires, but it was the first time they had seen someone like this now, and they came up and shot people in the head,

Is this guy a monster?

John squinted his eyes and looked indifferently at the scattered onlookers, his heart was boiling with murderous intent, the three tattoos on his chest lit up one after another, and the accumulated anger was accompanied by an angry shout, which exploded in the air in a terrifying manner,

"Stop!"

Rumble!

An invisible soul impact swung out from the body, and the air within a radius of dozens of meters was eerily quiet as if it had been pulled away from the sound, and the men and women who fled only felt that their heads were blank for a while, and an indescribable horror suddenly rose in their hearts.

They stiffened their place, came back to their senses, and looked at John in horror.

John stepped forward and landed a foot in the crotch of the Irish ruffian.

Burst!

The sound of broken eggs sounded, and the yellow liquid flowed down the trouser tube, and the cheeks of the young man in gray linen clothes instantly turned purple sauce, and he covered his crotch with both hands, and knelt on the ground wailing.

John lifted the revolver, put it against the heart of his door, and asked with a blank face,

"Are you Irish?"

The young man's cheeks twitched violently, and he looked at John resentfully, gritting his teeth, and not saying a word.

"Very good, I like people who are not afraid of death."

John chuckled, suddenly raised his hand, and looked to the other side.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out, and the young man who was about to pull out the gun suddenly stiffened, and a bloody hole appeared in his chest, convulsed a few times, and slowly fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the people around him, whether it was the crowd of onlookers or the few remaining Irish scoundrels, completely changed color, their lips trembled, and their faces turned pale.

John kicked him to the ground, put his heel on his throat, pointed his gun at the trembling young man standing aside, and shouted,

"Are you Irish?"

"Yes!" The three of them nodded stiffly, scared to death.

"Do you have American citizenship?"

……

After a brief silence, they did not speak, but leaned over and glanced at John from time to time.

Bang!

The sound of the exploding gun exploded in his ears, accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream, and the youngest Irish scoundrel pounced and crouched on the ground,

"Don't shoot, I say, let's all talk."

"We don't have American citizenship, we're Irish."

"What are you doing here?"

"Ask for money!"

"Ask for money from whom?"

John's ankle was so hard that he nailed the man under his feet to the ground like a nail.

The young man swallowed and spit, glanced at his companion lying on the ground, and when he saw his sharply bloodshot cheeks, his heart trembled, and he hurriedly said, "John Condon." ”

"He owes you money?"

"Yes!"

"How much?"

"One... One... One thousand seven hundred dollars. The young man trembled and said,

"When?"

"Six days ago."

"Where?"

"97 Trade Street."

"He borrowed it himself."

"Yes."

"Were you there at the time?"

"Yes."

"Have you seen him?"

"Yes."

"Do you know who I am?"

The young man subconsciously raised his head, glanced at John, and subconsciously shook his head,

"I don't know."

"Then remember, I'm John Condon."

John raised his arm, the barrel pointed at his head,

Bang!

An explosive gunshot came, and the young man's emaciated head suddenly had a bloody hole, convulsed a few times, and slowly fell to the ground.

At the same time, John's right leg suddenly exerted force, and with the sound of clicking, the young man struggling under his feet was completely silent.

He sighed softly, raised his head, and swept his gaze over the men and women watching in the corner in the distance, and landed on the last two Irish scoundrels,

"Are you their buddies?"

The two shook their heads frantically, "No, no, we're not in a group. ”

"If you come together, according to the rules, you have to leave together, do you know what I mean?"

The two of them did not speak, as if frightened, and their legs kept shaking.

"Two idiots." John looked disgusted and said coldly,

"Drag them away, and remember, never show up in front of me again."

"Yes, let's go, let's go."

The two young men took two steps as if they were amnesty, hurriedly retreated, dragged the corpse of their companion with the fear in their hearts, and under the strange gaze of everyone, they lowered their heads and ran away with shame on their faces.

The memory of this moment is destined to become a shadow in their hearts that can never be erased, and they will not be able to forget it until they die.

John put away the revolver, turned his head and smiled at the middle-aged woman standing by the wooden door,

"Aunt Debbie, I'm back."