Mu Qingcheng, who weighed less than one hundred and fifty pounds, defeated Miller, who weighed five hundred pounds, Lin Baoxiang and Li Qiuyan's backs were numb for a while, although they tried their best to hide it, their faces were still ugly, and the two looked at each other, and they both read a trace of horror from each other's gazes.

"Miller, Miller!"

"Boy, what did you do to Miller?"

The blacks shouted to pick Miller up, glaring at Mu Qingcheng angrily.

Mu Qingcheng said lightly: "Not every kind of milk is called Telunsu, and it's not just a cat or a dog who can be called a master, Miller, I spared you today, and if you dare to make trouble again, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!"

Miller is embarrassed, although he is not a regular boxer, and his training is intermittent, the real boxing level is probably between amateur and professional, and the distance from the gold belt is out of reach, but in this area of Chinatown, who doesn't know the famous name of the black bear Miller, who doesn't know?

Today, he was defeated by a Chinese kid who weighed less than a third of himself, and he felt that he had no face!

"Ahh

Miller suddenly shouted, pulled out a gun from his companion's bag, and pointed it at Mu Qingcheng!

"Miller, Miller, don't mess around!"

"Put the gun down!"

Tang Ning and the others were stunned, and they drank vigorously.

Even the black people didn't expect Miller to use a gun in broad daylight, you know, day is not night, even if this kid is shot to death at night, as long as he is not caught red-handed, there is a way to excuse it, but this is daytime!

All of a sudden, they were all stunned!

Lin Baoxiang and his wife twitched violently, and their excited wrists were trembling slightly.

Miller took a sharp breath and said: "Boy, don't think that it is great to be able to fight, in this world, no matter how hard a person's fist is, how can there be a bullet?

Kneel down, kowtow to your black master and admit your mistakes, don't think that I don't dare to shoot, I have money, I can afford to hire a good lawyer, I can't squat in prison for a few years to kill you!"

Mu Qingcheng only felt that there was a mortal danger, and an irrepressible anger welled up in his heart, and he said in a deep voice: "Saying so much nonsense can only bring out your weakness and timidity, I dare to conclude that you don't have the courage to shoot!"

"You're looking for death!" Miller shouted, "Kneel, kneel!"

A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of Mu Qingcheng's mouth.

The bullet is in the chamber, it is always a threat, but if it is shot out, it is not a threat, Mu Qingcheng inherited the Heavenly Demon Strategy, and he has the pride of being a demon king, and he would rather die than kneel to people, so he wants to force Miller to shoot!

His magic yuan was the fastest to move, his senses became extremely sensitive, his back was slightly arched, and his eyes stared at Miller's eyes without blinking, like two sharp knives stabbing straight in!

At this moment, what he felt was not fear, but the excitement of swimming on the tip of the knife!

Compared with Mu Qingcheng's calm and calm, Miller's hands began to tremble, beads of sweat the size of beans fell like raindrops, and his lips were tightly pursed!

Yes, killing is not killing chickens, not anyone can kill people, killing people requires courage.

If he openly shoots Mu Qingcheng, he knows what kind of consequences he will face, at worst he will be imprisoned for life, and he may even be sentenced to death, although in theory, spending a huge price to hire a top lawyer can help get rid of the crime, such as mental illness, find the reason from Mu Qingcheng, but he is not a rich man, Radal is struggling under the pressure of Tangning, where is the money to give him a lawsuit?

"Don't force me, don't force me, kneel, kneel and I won't kill you!" Miller suddenly screamed as if he had a nervous breakdown, and the muzzle of his gun trembled violently!

"You don't dare shoot!"

Mu Qingcheng said softly and took another step forward!

Miller's face was hideously twisted, tangled to the extreme, and his fingers were clasped on the plate, but he was trembling and couldn't hook it.

The atmosphere at the scene was also tense to the extreme, no one dared to make any sound, even Lin Baoxiang and his wife, they just shouted in their hearts: "Shoot, shoot!"

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out!

However, it was not Mu Qingcheng who was shot, but Miller!

Miller had a bloody hole in his forehead, his face was full of disbelief, the gun in his hand fell to the ground, he wanted to see who fired the gun, so he reluctantly turned his head over, and he had already fallen with a bang, killing him on the spot.

"Ahh

Mu Qingcheng didn't expect that Miller would be killed by a cold gun!

To tell the truth, at the moment of the gunshot, his mind also went blank for a moment, which made him realize that firearms are not so easy to dodge, especially cold guns, until Miller was shot, he didn't react.

However, Mu Qingcheng was not discouraged, after all, it had only been one day to practice the Heavenly Demon Strategy, and in just one day, he had defeated Miller, an amateur boxer who weighed more than two hundred kilograms, and before that, he was just a weak scholar!

Mu Qingcheng believes that with the passage of time, more masters will be trampled under his feet!

"Police, police!"

At this time, someone called again.

Mu Qingcheng turned his head to look in the direction where the bullet was fired, and saw a female policeman rushing towards him.

The policewoman is about 20 years old, with small brown curly hair, a slim figure, quick movements, holding guns in both hands, and her face is full of murderous aura, shouting as she runs, "Squat, squat with your head in your hands!"

To tell the truth, there was a policeman here, and it was a lonely policewoman, which really surprised everyone, and for a while, everyone looked at the policewoman in amazement.

"Squat, squat, hold your head!"

"Bang!"

The policewoman shot in the air!

Only then did people realize that a policewoman is also a policeman, and the gun in her hand is not a joke, in the United States, as long as the policeman determines that you pose a threat to him, he has the right to shoot you to death without any reason!

Mu Qingcheng also realized that this was the United States, not China, and he was really going to be shot and killed by the police, that is, there was nowhere to cry out if he died, and he felt that the policewoman was always vigilantly watching herself out of the corner of her eye, after all, she had been pointed at gunpoint by Miller and was the direct party.

So the hero didn't suffer the loss in front of him, Mu Qingcheng honestly hugged his head and squatted down.

"Squat, squat, hold your head!"

The policewoman brandished her gun again, and all the stronger adult men, no matter what color they were, were pointed at by her one by one, and the few black men, the people brought by Downing, and some young neighbors, all squatted down with their heads in their hands.

The policewoman was obviously relieved, took out the walkie-talkie, said a few words, and then said coldly: "I am the sheriff Kelly of this block, be honest, don't move, don't talk to each other, everyone else disperses, don't gather here!"

The crowd of onlookers dispersed in a hurry, this is really a joke, the police in the United States are not people's police, they only went to get close to the police when they were full, Li Bo and Li Qiuyan also returned to the store, and Lin Baoxiang squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.

The policewoman roughly checked Miller, then retreated to the corner, leaned against the wall, pointed a gun at everyone, and after a while, the siren sounded, several police cars and an ambulance roared, and nearly ten male policemen came down, all of whom were pot-bellied, which was very characteristic of American police.

Miller was lifted into the ambulance, and the policewoman waved her gun again: "Take them back to the police station!"