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Kill them all!

The yellow-haired thug suddenly let out an angry roar that startled several of the younger brothers in the side, only to find that their eldest brother had become red at some point, his forehead was bruised, and his expression was very hideous, and he looked extremely angry.

The younger brothers exchanged glances with each other, and everyone was not surprised by Huang Mao's sudden anger, usually he was a violent and irritable person, and he would often get angry because of a little thing, and Ah Da had not come back for so long, and it was normal to provoke him to be angry, but now no one was willing to take the initiative to touch this moldy head&ash;&ash; if you can, it is best for everyone to remain silent, let him beat these untouchables again, and wait for him to extinguish the fire before trying to talk.

But now the untouchables who fall to the ground with less breath and more breath are obviously not able to experience another abuse, although the lives of these people are not worth a few dollars, and even if they die on the side of the road, no one will look at them again; But the point is that they still owe the gang a living fee. It's okay if you can't pay the money and kill it in normal times, but not now.

These people really can't just be slaughtered.

Now the major forces at the top of the block are fighting over the division of territory on 21st Street, and the top forces drive their big gangs to do things, and the big gangs squeeze the small gangs that depend on them, making them pay and contribute to be cannon fodder, and the bosses of the small gangs will throw these tasks to the thugs under them.

For example, two days ago, the Gambino family asked the Black Dragon Society to raise a huge sum of money within three days, in exchange for their gang's usual fee standard is about equivalent to a person's protection fee, so after the big boss of the Black Dragon Society returned, he gave a death order to the gang, asking them to get 6,000 living expenses in two days.

If you can't do it, just wait for a knife to cut a cross on your stomach to apologize.

As time went by, the big boss of the Black Dragon Society not only cut the completion time by one-third, but also increased the workload by twenty percent.

After all, gang operations also cost money, and recent rush fights have been very frequent, so the younger brother has to be treated after being injured, right? If you leave a disability, you have to be resettled, right? My little brother has to be able to eat with you, right? It all costs money, and whose money is it spent? Naturally, it was still small gangs that scavenged from sheep (people).

Of course, you have to say that you don't give it, after all, birth and death, door-to-door debt collection are all sacrificed by these tool people, these gangsters are ten out of ten scum thugs, if the work is tiring and dangerous, if you can't get any sweetness, the first one to cut is the gang boss.

Therefore, the big boss of the Black Dragon Society decisively stepped up his efforts to squeeze his subordinates&ash;&ash; anyway, in the end, they took out a small part of the money they robbed and sent them away, and the big head was always divided between him and several leaders, and the younger brother may not lose, but he, the big boss, will always be earned by blood.

And those thugs who received the death order could only intensify their exploitation of the low-level civilians.

Intimidation, beatings, and robbing of all valuable belongings, and if this is not enough to cover the cost of housing, the men are sent to the laboratories to be live volunteers, and the women are sent to the houses of pleasure until they make enough money for the gangs, and even if they are used to extract a little surplus value from these untouchables.

In the end, it was the thin monkey with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks who boldly asked: Big brother? Are you okay?

He has been following Huang Mao for a long time, and his brain turns faster and more, and he often gives advice to the other party, and he can be regarded as Huang Mao's henchman, so he feels that even when he is angry, it is somewhat useful for him to speak.

I can listen to it a little bit.

As if hearing him, Yellow Fur stopped roaring and looked up at the skinny monkey.

But his expression is still hideous, and his eyes are like electricity, which is breathtaking.

Big brother, didn't you just say that the thin monkey was stared at by the yellow hair, and felt a little worried in his heart, so he quickly turned his head and looked away, and wanted to send these people to the laboratory and let them work to pay off their debts to the gang, they are still a little useful

Huang Mao was silent, and the thin monkey saw that the other party did not pour out his stormy anger on him, and he was a little bolder, and said step by step: Look, the boss gave us a death order, and today is already the deadline

, if they are killed

He looked around and lowered his voice: Big brother, it may be difficult for you to do it in front of the boss

Huang Mao still didn't reply, just stared at his hands in a daze, maybe it was the thin monkey's persuasion that had an effect, or maybe it was that the shackles of life had curbed his anger, he seemed to have calmed down, and the bruised muscles and veins on his forehead were slowly calming down, but no one knew that his eyes were always focused on the red ring on his middle finger, and there was no way to know that there was a voice in their eldest brother's consciousness that kept beeping in his ears at this time.

Are you still conscious?

An indifferent voice made Huang Mao shake his head, and his already somewhat confused consciousness suddenly woke up, he looked around in amazement, but found that he was not in a dark alley, but in a dimly lit house.

The house was dark and damp, the house was surrounded by walls, the flickering firelight filled the not very spacious room, the light and shadow continued to twist and deform on the wall with the flames, and there was a chair in the room, and a baby-faced young man was sitting on the chair, he was wearing a suit that only the big people in the city could afford to wear, and looked at Huang Mao condescendingly and said.

It's such a nice place, Reiner, and you remember it

Huang Mao was stunned and froze in place.

He knows here.

How could he not know here.

This is his home, but it was once a home, which has long been destroyed by a fire.

But why is he here?

Reiner, sit down. Wu Ming was very satisfied with his reaction, and stretched out his hand to beckon him to find a random seat to sit down.

No, I'm not called Reiner

A trace of anger rose in Huang Mao's heart, but in the next second, his mood became frightened because of the other party's words.

You were born on Twentyth Street, and your father was a scumbag who left your mother and son to live in the Holy City, leaving you and your mother Elena to live together, and she pulled you to live well, but you are a complete scum villain like your father

Then when you were twelve years old, it was here that you murdered your mother because you coveted the savings that your mother had quietly saved.

You rolled up a straw mat and threw her on the street overnight, while you took your mother's money and got away with it for a few days, but unfortunately the good times didn't last long, in a lawless place like the neighborhood, what would happen to a child with a little money and little strength, I'm afraid everyone knows

But in the end, fate favors you or do you really have some strength, you were found by the gang gangsters, not only survived, but even took this opportunity to join the current gang.

A few years later, the thugs who robbed you died in street fights, and you began to be used for your 'goodness'.

Why

Wu Ming's words were like a hammer hitting Huang Mao's chest, and even his heartbeat seemed to have missed a beat, he felt like a child who was found wetting the bed, and a burst of unexplained weakness rose from the bottom of his heart, and then he grabbed the collar of the baby-faced, as if to cover up his weak heart, and yelled angrily.

Who the hell are you! Why do you know these things!

Wu Ming tilted his head sideways and asked, "Why can't I know?" Reiner, I know everything.

That's enough! I've said I'm not called Reiner anymore! Answer my question!

The other party called his name wrong three times and twice, and the attitude of no one in his eyes had completely angered Huang Mao, he picked Wu Ming up from the chair, his eyes widened and he roared as if he wanted to swallow people alive.

Say! Otherwise, I will crush every bone in your body with pliers, and then cut off the flesh from your body piece by piece, and chop you up and throw you to feed the pigs!"

He has intimidated others like this countless times, and he has indeed seen a lot of hard bones with iron heads, but as long as he cuts off a few bones, and then carefully crushes the broken bones a few times, no matter how hard the hard bones of the head are, they will succumb, and in his opinion, the baby face in front of him is just a little child, and when a few fingers are cut off, he will naturally know that he is afraid.

But this time he got the wrong target of intimidation.

Are you in a hurry? Maybe it was because the collar was pulled and felt a little uncomfortable, Wu Ming looked up calmly, not only did he not have the slightest panic and fear, but even made a joke with Huang Mao, I didn't expect you to have a pig farm here? It's a good day~ How much is a pound of pork in the end of the day?

Don't worry, I know everything about you, about the bits and pieces of your life, about the little secrets in your heart.

His unhurried and unhurried attitude contrasted sharply with the angry Huang Mao, as if the latter was more like the weaker party, looking at the former's confident and calm eyes, Huang Mao only felt a fearful for no reason in his heart.

This babyface is not lying.

Babyface seemed to be able to hear his own heart, using a slow and even somewhat lazy tone, destroying his psychological defense step by step.

Don't believe me? Then let me give you an example, for example, seeing that Huang Mao didn't answer, Wu Ming didn't care and further stimulated him, you killed Mark?

The two made eye contact.

Wu Ming's eyes were deep and gloomy, like a bottomless abyss.

And his words broke through Huang Mao's crumbling psychological defense.

What the hell are you!

Huang Mao was afraid.

That's the fear of being understood.

Wu Ming ignored the other party's roar, and said to himself: He is your companion who was born and died together, and he has no defense against you. But what about you? But because he might threaten you to become a cadre, he strangled him to death and hid under your bed.

Do you remember his eyes that were full of resentment and stared at you before he died?

And then there's Joseph, who was one of the first little brothers you raised, and he wanted to wash his hands of gold, but you suspected that he had joined another gang, and after a long talk that night, you smashed his head from behind with a hammer.

And also

The memories buried deep in his heart were turned out one by one, and Huang Mao's mood changed from surprise to disbelief, and then gradually turned into weirdness, and then to fear

He really knows everything.

In the end, this fear reached the extreme, which was anger.

When the pressure of the infinite stack broke the strings of reason, the yellow hair on the hot blood had already left those weirdness behind, and when he lifted his fist, he smashed Wu Ming's face and knocked him to the ground, and then pounced and punched him again and again!

You shut up the labor-management! Shut up!

One punch!

Two punches!

Three punches

Huang Mao was like crazy, riveting enough to beat Wu Ming, the bridge of his nose collapsed, his cheeks were gradually sunken, and the sticky and warm blood stained his palms, until the baby-faced head was beaten into the ground and completely beaten to the point that he couldn't see the human form.

Ha &ash;&ash; Ha & ash;&ash ; Ha & ash;&ash;

He gasped and looked at the 'baby face' whose head had been beaten to pulp, and a contented and maniacal smile appeared on his face.

Hahahahahaha&ash;&ash; die! Pretend to be a ghost! It's not that it has been beaten into a ball of meat by labor and management, hum, hahahaha

Huang Mao laughed loudly, venting the pressure that had been pent up in his heart.

Sure enough, violence solves everything.

If you feel fear, it comes down to your lack of ability, and when you are capable enough to solve everything, you will not have fear of them.

He even vaguely had some thoughts in his heart that he thought were very philosophical.

Of course, having a fear of something is not really related to one's ability, and a very powerful example is that you can easily crush a cockroach, but you can still be afraid when you see a flying southern cockroach.

However, at that moment, a nonchalant voice interrupted his wild laughter.

That's it? I didn't beat anyone

Strength, and still run out to be a gangster?

The smile froze, Huang Mao's eyes widened in disbelief, and he suddenly raised his head in the direction where the voice came from, only to see Wu Ming sitting there intact!

How can it be?

As if he were not dying, he turned his head to look at the bloody corpse at his feet.

The corpse was still lying quietly on the ground, but the clothes seemed to have changed a little.

The suit that can only be seen in the city has somehow become the usual shabby clothes in the block.

Then, Huang Mao seemed to think of something.

Pupil earthquakes.

Fear and strangeness ran down his spine to the back of his head, and a terrible thought quickly took over his brain.

噫&ash;&ash;

Just when Huang Mao almost screamed, Wu Ming flashed in front of him and covered his mouth with one hand.

Shhh Wu Ming put his index finger in front of his lips with his other hand to make a silent motion, and then comforted him in a soothing tone: Calm down, you were just confused, you took the initiative to ask and now you want me to shut up, what do you want me to do.

But Huang Mao's psychological defense line has been completely destroyed, he opened Wu Ming's hand, turned around and fled, screaming and trying to escape from here, but this place does not seem to be a real space, no matter which direction he runs, he will always return to the original point in the end.

There is no escape from fear.

No matter where you go, you will end up back at the beginning.

And every time he returns to the original point, Wu Ming will always unhurriedly mention a secret that only he knows, and then use one fragment of secret after another to gradually piece together a complete him without any privacy and secrets to speak of.

And under Wu Ming's reminders again and again, he will clearly remember the sins he has committed, and the dying faces of those deceased will be deeply imprinted in his heart because of the words of the other party, like an eternal nightmare.

Eventually, under this mental torture, his mind collapsed.

Huang Mao sat on his knees, his eyes had lost their brightness, like a marionette waiting for orders.

Reiner, it's time to do it, now, here

There was a voice that didn't know where it came from, and Huang Mao didn't know whose voice it was, but he instinctively felt that this voice was important, and subconsciously followed the instructions of this voice and acted on it.

Then he seemed to hear some familiar screams, but soon those screams turned into annoying noises.

Syllable.

Like a slapping away an annoying fly buzzing in his ears, the yellow-haired thug slapped it with his backhand.

Then there was a puddle of flesh and blood on the ground, and the murmur became even more annoying.

He frowned.

Bang bang bang.

After a few more slaps, the world finally fell silent.

Yellow fur staggered out of the alley, leaving behind only a place of meat sauce and meat foam that could not be washed off with a brush, and a shivering low-level poor man, and anyone could see that his state at the moment was like an active volcano that could erupt at any moment, and it would completely erupt at the slightest touch.

A little terrifying, Ah Cha, who watched the whole process, had a little horror in his eyes, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really couldn't imagine that words alone could exert such terrifying power.

After a few words, the yellow-haired gangster is like a completely changed person, can he really do this with words alone?

It's not just weapons that can hurt people. Wu Ming sighed, looking at Ah Cha with a complicated expression, if used properly, the lethality of words is sometimes much stronger than weapons.

Ah Cha nodded and asked, "Don't you ask about the matter of Twenty-first Street?"

No, I can see all his memories when he puts the ring on. Wu Ming shook his head, showing a rare undisguised disgust, he saw a lot of disgusting memories, but there were not many useful things, it was really a waste of time.

So what do we do next?

Wu Mingdao: You continue to do it

Your skin live, take care of those dds under your hands, I'll use them then.

You Ah Cha was a little hesitant, he could keenly feel that Wu Ming was a little different, thinking of what he had just done, he was vaguely worried about what the latter said, are you okay?

Rest assured, I'm not prepared to turn them into this. Wu Ming seemed to see that he was worried, waved his hand and left alone, I have my principles, although sometimes I will play with it but I will not mess around, those dds under your hands are very important in the next battle, and I am not ready to use them as cannon fodder.

So, what about those people?

It's really a problem, and it's not a problem to leave it alone. But it didn't have much to do with me, and they didn't ask me to save them. Wu Ming stopped and pinched his chin and pondered for a moment, then patted his thigh and said: Okay! It's decided, and you're going to be the religious leader of these people!

He looked at Ah Cha, and the teenage child immediately panicked.

How did I become a religious leader as a skin-based anchor!

It has been decided that it will be up to you to lead them from now on.

Who are you going to do with it?