An ancient armed soldier who has received systematic cold weapon combat training, and has persevered in life and death in a few years, and has a pious belief strengthened by mysterious laws, and is not afraid of life and death at all, in the case of a surprise attack from behind, fought two street gangsters in modern society who relaxed their vigilance, which was completely expected by Zhang Longsheng.

To his surprise, the one-on-two fight ended after only one round, or rather, it wasn't a fight at all, but a simple slaughter like a tiger hunting a lamb.

"It's no wonder that in the Chinese historical records, there are dozens of well-trained soldiers who formed a formation to defeat the rebel army composed of tens of thousands of ordinary people, which I thought was an exaggeration.

I didn't expect that in the battle between life and death, the gap between real soldiers and civilians was really so big..."Looking at the tall and thin gangsters who were spread on the ground, there was only strength left, and the short and fat gangsters who were convulsing and wailing, Zhang Longchu whispered to himself in astonishment, and then thought for a while, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he pulled out the bone-chopping steel knife from behind.

It's a pity that he tried to kill several times after that, but he couldn't do anything, his breathing couldn't help but become short, and cold beads of sweat began to drip on his face.

In this way, he looked at the dying gangster who showed a pleading meaning for a long time, Zhang Longchu suddenly surprised that his hand that was holding the handle of the knife had gradually relaxed, and he couldn't help but think in his heart, "When the matter comes, even the two thugs who are going to die dare not kill, and what are you talking about avenging Old Baker."

Don't you understand Zhang Longchu, this is a society where the weak eat the strong, people want to rob and kill you, why can't you fight back! Finally, he gritted his teeth and swung his knife down, and in an instant, he saw that the bone-chopping steel knife cut into the neck of the short and fat gangster, and blood suddenly gushed out like a fountain.

After that, regardless of the blood splashed on his body, with the courage he mustered, Zhang Longsheng drew his knife and swung it at the tall and thin gangster on the side, ending his dying life.

After killing two people in a row, Zhang Longchu gasped and fell to the ground, his out-of-focus gaze did not notice the figure composed of two black and white dotted lines, and with his heavy breathing, he was pulled out of the corpse at his feet and burrowed into his stomach.

After a few minutes, he gradually came back to his senses, and his mouth seemed to comfort himself, "Is this what it feels like to kill someone, it seems cruel before I did it, but after I did it, it's nothing...", struggled to get up, and began to look through the weapons on the two dead robbers.

But I didn't expect to find nothing except for two military thorns.

After a few swings of the military spur, it felt that it was not as easy as the bone chopping knife, Zhang Longchu pinned it to his waist in line with the principle of waste utilization, and slowly calmed down and thought disdainfully, "It turns out that the so-called blowing up my head is just a bluffing gimmick."

What two fools, without two guns, dared to come out and rob. Turning his gaze to the heavy machine standing next to the garbage can, his eyes slowly lit up...

A few hours later, in the early hours of the morning, in an old-fashioned warehouse with an area of tens of thousands of square meters in the old wharf of the West District of Los Angeles at the foot of Orange Street, hundreds of Maserati, SPYKER, Bentley and other brands of different brands were parked in several rows and neatly arranged.

In the deep night, a big man with a shaved head, a height of two hundred centimeters, and a strong black bear stood at the door of the warehouse, shaking the flashlight in his hand, rowing through those luxury cars, and condescendingly looked at Brian beside him and said: "This batch of goods has a total of 161 vehicles, including 35 A-grade cars, 51 B-grade cars, and the rest C-grade goods."

If you have already experienced it, according to the rules, all the responsibilities from the storage to tomorrow night before loading will be transferred to you, and it has nothing to do with us. ”

"Capo, if your sense of responsibility was as big as that big as you're tall, you would have become the 'principal' like me," Hearing this, Brian said mockingly: "Don't worry, the responsibility that should be borne by me will never fall on you, the little captain."

However, this time there are twenty-three fewer than the last one, and you can ask 'Key' Hank on my behalf, why did this happen when I first became the 'principal' of Orange Street? ”

"Boss Hank is directly responsible to the big boss, I'm afraid there is no need to answer your question." The black man who had been treated rudely showed an even more rude attitude, and after saying a cold word, he ignored Brian, walked to a large off-road vehicle that had been started, got into the car and drove away.

Looking at the disappearing off-road vehicle, a crazy fierce light flashed in Brian's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and roared: "A little thief and car thief dare to look down on me, wait, wait, I will let you know sooner or later, hum, hum..."

Fifty meters away in the warehouse, a young man with a skull embroidered on his cuffs with bloody eyes did not dare to approach him for a while when he saw his crazy appearance.

It wasn't until Brian took out a tin foil bag from his coat pocket, opened it, baked the wrapped white powder with a lighter, and inhaled Meimei into his nose, that he walked up to Brian and said respectfully: "Boss, all the cars have been marked with grades, is it now 'sealed'?" ”

"What kind of warehouse to seal, didn't you work as an engineer in the car modification factory in the North District, go and take a few brothers to remove all the valuable parts of the C and other grades, as long as you leave four tires, the engine can still start." Brian twitched his nose and said viciously.

Although the 'Bone Brothers' are strong and control nearly 20 blocks in the western side of Los Angeles, they also know that it is impossible to gather more than 100 stolen luxury cars in half a month with these sites.

It can only be because they have a relatively safe and convenient shipping location, and cooperate with other large gangs in Los Angeles to take over the black car business, that is to say, most of the luxury cars shipped do not actually belong to the 'bone brothers'.

Therefore, even if he is an addict with no bottom line, hearing Brian's outrageous order, the young man with a skull embroidered on the cuffs still blurted out in horror: "Boss, these cars, these cars can implicate nearly half of the gang forces in the entire Los Angeles City, we have just taken over the Orange Street Wharf, and we will do this kind of thing on the first shipment, is it okay?" ”

"I said yes, but I didn't do it." ** The excitement generated, Brian replied softly with a look of enjoyment on his face.

Knowing that his boss's personality was extremely cruel and moody, after listening to Brian's reconfirmation, the young man did not dare to continue to question and hurriedly turned around to find his companion to dismantle and pick up the luxury cars in the warehouse that were classified as C-grade goods one by one.

Stealing luxury cars, like selling drugs, can be regarded as two traditional revenue items of Los Angeles gang organizations, and they can never be banned, and if the police spare no effort to clean up, it will cause a retaliatory backlash from the gangs.

So after a long period of 'cat and mouse games', the two sides gradually compromised, forming a set of unwritten rules, that is, gang forces are not allowed to commit crimes in certain noble communities where political and business celebrities gather;

The number of luxury cars stolen per month may not exceed a certain limit;

Shipments must not alarm the general public, etc., so although in recent years, all the black cars in Los Angeles have been shipped at the Orange Street Wharf, which is already a well-known secret in the dark underground society, and the police must have heard about it, but there has never been any trouble.

However, compromise is a compromise, and superficial articles must still be done, such as being careful and careful when transferring to a black car, and no traffic accidents must occur;

Because the port warehouse where the stolen trucks are temporarily placed is close to the sea and the terrain is empty, it is very conspicuous when the lights are turned on in the dark, which may attract the attention of the Federal Coast Patrol Team, so there is not even a single light in it, and the entire transit is carried out by car lights and moonlight lighting...

And in the case of insufficient light source, insufficient tools, and unskilled manual skills, the difficulty of disassembling car parts can be imagined, and soon after Brian gave the order, a wail soon sounded in the warehouse.

At this moment, the roar of a heavy machine suddenly came from far and near.

Then, in the white moonlight, a Harley-Davidson locomotive broke through the moonlight, sped out of the orange street corner, galloped on the concrete floor of the old port, and drove straight towards the warehouse where the stolen cars were hidden.

Although the guard has long been relaxed because of the lack of incident, when the black car was transferred to the warehouse, the basic eyeliner was still there, and several gangsters who were responsible for guarding immediately roared after they missed it, "Stop, stop, or you will shoot...";

"Bastard, don't get out of here, this is not the place for you drag racers to be majestic...";

"Do you want to die, boy, don't stop for me...", while pushing the barricade to 'close'.

Unfortunately, they were stunned, and their reaction was noticeably slower, and before they could completely block the road, the heavy machine had already broken through the narrow gate at the last moment, and rushed straight towards Brian.

The accident happened suddenly, and his pupils constricted to see 'Harley' galloping towards him, and Brian roared angrily, "You idiots, shit, don't you shoot quickly!" While hiding in his car, which was close at hand.

The alert reaction undoubtedly saved his life, and just as Brian drilled under the recreational vehicle, three bullets shot out of the hands of the heavy rider who was approaching him, rushing towards the target, two of which hit the car baffle because of Brian's low body, and the last one made a wonderful arc, swept diagonally under his crotch and hit his right leg.

"Ahhh

At this time, his men finally all reacted, and a small number of them pursued the attacking heavy machine riders, and most of them flocked to the side of the RV to rescue their boss.

"First aid kit, first aid kit is here, pull the boss out, hurry, hurry, stop the bleeding...";

"I grabbed the boss's hand, oh, his hand is so strong, so powerful, it shouldn't be a big deal...";

"Did you drag the boss out from under the car... Okay, press his limbs hard, and I'll spray him with a strong painkiller for the trauma first, it looks like a leg injury, it doesn't look too strict

Oh no, did the bullet still hit there, what the hell! After some hustle and bustle, the gangsters dragged Brian out from under the car.

Examination of the wound revealed that his right leg, which had been pierced by the bullet, was fine, but when the bullet grazed his crotch, it wounded him to the male vital point, knocking Brian's scrotum into meat sauce.