Martin Luther lived up to his status as the leader of the Red Hand Gang in Washington, D.C.

He was keenly aware that something was wrong while everyone else was unconscious, lazily basking in the sun at his door.

Although this acuity only allowed him to react one minute faster than those mediocre people, it was also a testament to his ability.

It was a black neighborhood with the Potomac River flowing behind their homes.

The economic situation of the residents here is generally not optimistic, and the lawn in front of the courtyard is disorganized, and even debris and garbage are piled up.

Hip-hop blacks, dressed in knee-length trousers, voluminous tops, turbans, and a "ghost pistol" pinned to their waists with an untraceable gun number, do nothing on the streets.

It's a typical black neighborhood, where there is no discord between petty crimes such as theft and brawls, or vicious crimes such as murder and burglary.

It's also the stronghold of the Red Hand Gang.

Here, the patrol force of the Washington Police Department did not dare to stop and pass by for more than five minutes.

Because they know that the police are not a profession that can keep them safe here.

On the contrary, they may be in the complicated terrain in the next moment, and the bullet that shoots from that window penetrates the back of the head, and then pierces and shatters the police badge on their foreheads!

Then, if it doesn't have anything to do with itself, it may not even be able to bring the corpse out of the block.

A policeman is just a policeman, and he is dead. Is it worth the whole police station and the Red Hand to help the fire?

In fact, the fire is not also a fire, because many old police officers also have the characteristic tattoos of the Red Hand Gang on their bodies.

That is, a hideous red demonic hand.

The Black Police Gang is a feature of the United States, don't play if you're not happy!

Martin Luther's dark skin seemed to be smeared with oil, and his muscles were thick and thick.

His whole person was like a shiny black boar, fierce and wild.

But this time, he noticed that something unusual was not as usual, and the news came from the inside of the police department.

It comes from his small but shrewd eyes.

A simple muscle *** can mix gangs, but he definitely can't become a leader!

Seeing that the sun was approaching noon, Martin Luther got up from his bed, and the woman beside him was half-asleep and half-awake to ask him for medicine.

He ignored it, after all, who knows if this white chick will survive the next day in this neighborhood?

Although she may be a little princess in some ordinary family of three.

Although she is young, beautiful, kind-hearted, and able to distribute handouts to homeless people on the streets.

But now, after all, she is a missing person, she has become addicted after all, after all, she has attracted a lot of powerful little brothers to swallow at her yesterday......

It's not his wife, not even his girlfriend.

Play with friends around you who can blow up people's brains with guns, and it won't hurt your majesty as a leader, so just play with them.

As for what will become of this woman after receiving how many black people have been "played"?

Martin Luther didn't care and didn't care.

...... No, he still cares a little about such a high-quality cargo, and starts to pick up customers after training.

That's his business, after all.

However, Martin Luther has been feeling inexplicably irritable since he got up, but he can't find the reason.

A swarthy little brother walked in and whistled at the snow-white body on the bed before speaking to him.

"Boss, the disobedient police officer in our hands, Su Lun said that he has done a good job in the police station file and can be dealt with."

"He'll leave traces of taking bribes, and this man is now a black cop and a criminal."

The younger brother said indifferently, and after talking about a police officer who had refused to bribe with the most resolute attitude became a black policeman on the file, he still laughed wickedly

laughed.

Oh, poor little police officer. It is estimated that his father, who has been a policeman all his life, will be angry on the spot because of this shame, right?

Martin Luther frowned and lit a cigarette, although he was inexplicably flustered, but he didn't know how many times he had done this kind of trivial thing.

He commanded, "Remember, you can't be sloppy. First dismember, knock out all the teeth, crush all the fingers, then pass through the concentrated hydrochloric acid three times, and finally throw it into the river......

Knocking out teeth is to destroy tooth marks, crushing fingers is to destroy fingerprints, hydrochloric acid is to destroy DNA, and rivers are ......

River?!

Martin Luther suddenly understood the source of his palpitations.

So quiet on the Potomac!

Washington is so quiet!

There is no roar of public transport and the noise of endless crowds...... For the first time in hundreds of years, the capital of the United States has been so quiet!

Martin Luther remained silent.

"Is there any activity today, is Washington's public facilities paralyzed?"

"Who knows what those *** people in the government are doing, anyway, all public transportation is stopped today, I heard that it is an energy line problem. The road was also blocked, and the pipes were broken. It's really all together."

The little brother complained indifferently.

It's all!

Martin Luther thought to himself.

Washington's incompetence is good, but the economic damage of a one-day shutdown in Washington is too great to breathe!

In the face of such economic interests, they say nothing that will stop everything!

What's more, if the energy lines and pipelines are damaged, can all the boats on the Potomac River sink?!

This level of blockade...... It's either a scorching plague or a war!

As a well-informed black man, in Martin Luther's mind, these are the only two things that can make those bureaucrats give up the economic benefits of Washington every day!

He jumped out of bed as if he had been electrocuted.

The sleek body was unobstructed, and immediately gathered all the strong guys of the Red Hand Gang and opened the gang's arsenal.

"RPGs, rifles, ammo, shotguns, ......"

The appearance of prohibited weapons in the arsenal of a black police gang is not at all surprising.

Armed every little brother around him to the teeth, the gang members with a total of 100 people were all tall and strong black men.

It was this scene that made Martin Luther feel a little relieved.

But that's not enough.

"Is the human wall ready?"

He asked his younger brother a question.

"No problem." The younger brother replied while checking the bullets, "The old man, the children, and the goods we have trained are all on the periphery of the community, and whoever wants to attack this place must run over them first!" ...... But who would dare to do that! Haha!"

The younger brother's brain is not as good as his own, but it is true.

Martin Luther nodded approvingly.

The power of public opinion is better than guns, and who in this world dares to fire at women, children and the elderly...... And it's black women and children!

"Knock !!"

Under the loud noise, the dirt, houses, foundations, and stones all rolled like liquefied waves!

The sturdy buildings that the Red Hand Gang has been operating for a long time are built to the standard of being able to withstand the onslaught of the police rapid response force head-on.

But under the impact and heat of the cannonballs, the high-strength, high-thickness building materials are as frivolous as cream on a cake.

"Wow! Flesh is blown up in piles, and this is called art!"

"Did they gather in advance so we could bang it? Otherwise, it's not easy to have this kind of effect!"

A heavily armed National Guard, armed with artillery, armoured personnel carriers and tanks, watched from a short distance from the community.

Every officer with a telescope was stimulated by the flying flesh and blood, and his face was full of excitement.

Every

The soldiers who control the weapons and bombard their own country are impatient and still not satisfied.

No human being in their right mind would have such an expression when they saw their own kind slaughtered.

No soldier in his right mind would be so excited about a massacre mission on his own soil.

None of them are normal, they are an "army of scum" who have been assembled urgently.

The difference in the quality of the personnel of Hezhong is well known to the world.

It is not that they have poor military literacy, but that the discipline and purpose of their army......

Every country that has been garrisoned by the United States can produce a thick pile of indictments.

And in such an army, the crimes of unprovoked torture and killing of civilians and female Yin civilians will also be dealt with.

And this time, Mr. Myron, whose power is rooted in the military, in order to fulfill the president's order, in order to fulfill the instructions of Bai Tangjing.

If you want to make full use of the target of "500,000 people", you must not let your soldiers be soft-hearted in the slightest.

But as long as a soldier's mind is normal, how can something happen that is not soft-hearted?

As a result, the "scum" who have been dealt with in the army have a new use.

Ordinary soldiers are for the normal work of "guiding the crowd", and the scum army ......

They need to use merciless torture to let those who are full of vigilance and insecurity know -

We want to kill you, but it's too easy, too simple!

Four big white guys dressed in the crowd *** outfit stood in front of the tank, and the team played "YMCA" loudly.

It's a very old and powerful song, and in the eighties, it was very "iconic" in the United States.

Amid the cheerful music, the four officers looked at the dilapidated houses in the distance, and the humans who had been shaken to death, *** dead, and burned to death in them.

The horrific deaths of the same kind came to mind, but they all swayed their limbs with joy as if they were on a lively dance floor.

Even sticking out a moist tongue and licking your lips!

Nervous eyes, smiling in the underworld, disgusting movements, it is known that they are the best among psychopaths!

In terms of the degree of perversion alone, their status in war psychosis is like a white hall mirror among the giant beast powerhouses! Guo Haihuang is general!

"Forward. Onward!"

One of the four, shouted behind the artillery cover. The first one was slightly normal, but the second one was almost impatiently screaming.

Rumbling tracks, crushing the spacious streets of Washington. Ignoring all obstacles, they made their way through the complex terrain of the city in a straight line towards the Red Hand community.

The chassis is a pure war design, allowing the full-coverage tracks to easily crush any obstacles. Whether it's a car or a huge concrete block, whether it's a prefabricated steel slab, or a high-toughness electrical wire. All of them were crushed to slag.

At the same time, it also performs a mission that is not part of its mission, the meat grinder.

Blood was squeezed out of the tracks like juice.

The survivors of the Red Hand were frightened by the shiny sparks and meat grinders, and they stripped off their weapons and bullet belts like poisonous snakes, and stood harmlessly by the roadside, raising their hands to show that they were not threatening.

These tall black men are now crying like dogs with broken legs.

"No! Be merciful! Please!"

Then, they were swept into five, six, seven or eight pieces by the personnel carrier that followed behind the tank with the on-board machine gun.

The music of "YMCA" was still playing on a loop, and the four officers loved the reverberation of singing and screaming and wailing in unison.

「HI! YOUNGMAN！」

A big man in military uniform used his strong arm to raise a machine gun and fire, so that the broken walls were like cardboard.

Directly dismantled by bullets! The gang members in the back also shattered to the ground.

One of his hands is a prosthetic equipped with the genetic fluid of geocentric organisms, which can be handled with ease even with a vehicle-mounted machine gun.

The officer's five tones were incomplete, and his body was still trembling unconsciously with pleasure as he shot the gang members.

"Not a single living one—oh oh! Not a single one will be left alive!"

The lyrics don't rhyme and don't sound good, but everyone in the army is happy.

With the high medicine distributed by the chief before departure, saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth, and no one cared.

Gangsters and community members are busy incontinent, running for their lives, or running for their lives while incontinent, and no one cares.

The other of the four big guys also hummed a tune and poured several grenades into a house.

It wasn't until I felt that the vitality of the ordinary people inside was exhausted in pain and despair that I stopped in the dancing writhing.

"Boss, that's not right. Mr. Myron asked us to keep a few people as a model to deter the other soft-footed shrimp!"

The big guy at the head paused slightly with the machine gun in his hand.

That's right, the commander's order is to "deter the civilians", and if you kill all these toys here, won't it have no deterrent effect on the large crowd of people a few kilometers away?

The blacks huddled in the corners of the wall were so frightened that a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in their neurotic teary eyes.

Maybe...... Can you live?

"Da-da-da!"

But in the next moment, the big guy didn't stop laughing and firing!

On the land of the gang members, there is once again a pile of minced flesh and bones.

"What's the use of being alive? What's the fuck?!"

"You! Go pick up a corpse and disembowel it. Tie him to the bow of the tank! Tie it into a cross! ...... No! It's hard enough to turn the cross!"

"You! Go catch a living man and weld a sky-high steel bar on the roof of an armored personnel carrier! Just let him plug in alive!"

"I'm going to let his wailing last long enough to stop!"

Every slight shock of the armored car will become the endless pain of the unlucky guy.

Every wail of his was enough to send it through the entire neighborhood!

As the scumbag army advances, it will spread throughout Washington!

The unrestrained artistic creativity of the leader made the entire scum army rejoice.

But he was still not satisfied...... Wouldn't it be a pity not to use all of these achievements?

Finally, the big guy who stepped out of the tank inadvertently stepped on Martin Luther's body.

This stout black man who dominates Washington's underworld is no different from a puddle of dead pork at this time.

The big guy looked at his corpse and coiled along.

The whole body must not be carried, it takes up too much space.

Ear? Too small, not strong enough.

Palm? At first glance, you can't tell the left and right, and you can't tell the quantity, which is not shocking enough.

With a glance, he saw Martin Luther's shiny bald head.

"Click"

The prosthetic palm clamped the black man's bald head like a cake, and he pulled out a fighting knife.

"Wow! BOSS！ You're so good!"

The men listened to the sound of the skull rubbing against the knife, and watched as the big guy removed a whole piece of scalp from the top of the black man's head!

Exclaim in unison!

"Gentlemen, don't waste it!"

The big guy held his scalp up and laughed, preaching to his team.

"Let's decorate all the tanks and vehicles!"

「YES，SIR!」