After pulling the chainsaw's drawstring, the blade began to turn, and Bill strode in with the saw.

"Hey, hey, we're not tearing down the walls here." There may be a white trash who is too high, and he reminds the visitors while dancing awkwardly.

Bill ignored him, people in this state are not in a good state, he carried the chainsaw in his left hand, and pulled over to a couch near the door with his right hand, blocking the door.

The two white men in a zombie state on the sofa just raised their heads slightly, and then lay down after finding that they were not policemen.

"Put your head in your hands and squat in the corner of the wall."

After knocking the awkward white trash to the ground with a punch, Bill yelled.

It seemed that the seven or eight white garbage in the living room hadn't reacted to what was going on, after all, the big leaves had paralyzed their nerves. So Bill showed them what was going to happen without moving, and he sawed off the wooden coffee table in the living room with a chainsaw.

This seems to have had some effect, and the reactive ones are extremely obedient, obediently holding their heads and squatting down, and the rest of them are making the same movements as their companions.

Bill found the sober man who had just opened the door for him and exclaimed, "Whose house is this?" ”

The constantly turning saw blade gave the man the impetus to speak, "It's little Abby's...... Don't kill me...... Little Abby's aunt died, so she gave the house to Abby. ”

This should be the truth, judging from the distance from the walk-in, this street is a relatively upscale community, and the natives of this street can't turn into white garbage so quickly, even if they do, they will be driven away by the neighbors by all means.

Once the business committee makes a decision, basically all residents of the community will mobilize their own connections to achieve the goal of driving people away.

So it could only be that some lucky white trash got the house halfway, but the neighbors didn't know what the newcomer was virtuous for the time being, so he didn't do it.

"Who's upstairs?" Bill asked again.

The man replied, "It's little Abby and his boyfriend." ”

Thieves, sucking leaves, and dead gays, this group of people really set up a typical example of white garbage.

If you are a transvestite, a woman or a homosexual, you can definitely debut as a leader on the spot.

Kicking the man to the ground, Bill went upstairs with a chainsaw.

"I can't breathe." Sean, who had been kicked, lay flat and caressed his chest with his right hand.

That kick just now almost took him out of breath, and Sean felt that he was just a breath away from his grandfather's grandfather.

After the footsteps, there was a few clangs from upstairs, and then there was silence.

Squatting in the white garbage in the corner, two people who had been slow before turned their heads to look upstairs and asked their companions in a low voice, "Should we slip away?" ”

The other nodded, booed Sean, who was still lying on the carpet and moaning, before arching himself and tiptoeing to the back door.

The one who spoke first walked up to Sean and rummaged through Sean's pockets with the speed of the most skilled thief, but only found a few twenty-five cents of steel.

Obviously, this is the change left over from buying pizza.

"Where's the money?" He asked in a low voice.

Sean was feeling uncomfortable, and pointed upstairs weakly, "It's all Abby's boyfriend." ”

The man shook his head at his companion who had moved to the back door, then tiptoed to the back door. The companion slowly unscrewed the lock, pushed the door open little by little, trying not to make a sound, and when both of them had gotten out, he hid the door slightly, and then straightened up and ran wildly.

At the same time, Bill, who was upstairs, finally made the two men on their knees realize the cost of disobedience, Abby and his boyfriend, Rhaegar lifted the mattress against the panda eye makeup that the unscrupulous visitor had painted on him with two punches, and then motioned with both hands for the guest to take it at will.

Bill kicked him down, then stretched out his head to look at it and said in surprise, "Why are there so many gold watches?" ”

In addition to dozens of banknotes of various denominations, there are also seven or eight gold watches of different styles.

"It's all fake...... It can't be sold at all...... F***, the smuggling is actually a fake. Rhaegar replied weakly.

Bill turned around, slapped Rhaegar again, and shouted, "I think you know why I'm here to give me that real gold watch." ”

The dead gay guy begged for mercy again and again, and then said that the real gold watch was among them.

"Go find it for me, and wrap it up." Bill didn't want to touch something that had been hidden in his asshole for years.

“OK…… OK......" Rhaegar crawled to the side of the bed, removed the pillowcase, and wrapped a gold watch.

"Do you want the rest of these fake watches?" He asked, trembling.

"Why do you still want to keep it?" From the questioning just now, it is known that it was Rhaegar who planned and led the theft.

Bill speculated that it might have been the Faceless Employer who had asked Rhaegar to bring something through customs, and then the incident happened.

When he learned that this person's name was Rhaegar before, Bill didn't like him, why didn't he have the surname Targaryen? Any weasel can really call a real dragon by name.

He counted the bills one by one, folded them into a wad, and said, "Four hundred and thirty-seven dollars and seventy-five cents." ”

Bill was about to say that you should keep the three steel hammers, when suddenly he heard a murmuring sound behind him.

He turned his head suddenly, and sure enough, it was another little Abby who was beaten, he gave this one two punches and kicks to see that he was difficult to move, so he didn't care about him, but he didn't expect that in just a minute or two, little Abby actually climbed to a low cabinet, ready to take out something.

Before he had time to think about it, Bill threw the chainsaw directly at Little Abby's arm, and then kicked Rhaegar more than a meter away with a backkick, and then stepped forward again, first put aside the chainsaw that cut Little Abby's arm, and then shot the bow left and right and beat Little Abby half to death.

Now little Abby is one "old" away from the death of Gay.

Only then did he dare to check what was in the drawer of the low cabinet, and sure enough, it was a pistol, or the most difficult revolver to obtain.

Guns in the United States are not easier to buy because they are easy to hide, and pistols are much more difficult to buy through formal channels than rifles.

Bill was not polite, and directly took the revolver and stuffed it into the belt of his pants behind his waist.

Looking back, Rhaegar had passed out, and little Abby was also staring in a daze, her eyes were covered with blood, and it was difficult to stand up.

He walked over to the bed, took out ten twenty dollars from the folded bills, divided them into two piles and stuffed them into his shoes, and then wrapped the remaining two hundred and thirty-seven dollars in Rhaegar's shirt and pillowcase, along with the chainsaw, along with the remaining two hundred and thirty-seven dollars and the remaining fake gold watches.

After going downstairs, Bill didn't bother the garbage and left straight away.

The street was still as quiet as before, and at this time Bill was a little afraid, just now he went in with a fresh sense of excitement, and he didn't put anything on his head, and he didn't even seriously consider countermeasures if the opponent had a gun, but fortunately the body was strong enough to deal with it.

Never do such reckless things in the future, you have to be from the heart to live better.

Walked to the car, drove to rue Pierre, and returned the real and fake gold watches, as well as all the cash, in the car of the declining employer.

"That's all the cash I got from their boss, Rhaegar and the gold watches."

Bill comfortably took the two hundred dollars as a tip.

The declining employer only looked at the gold watch in the asshole, and when he saw that the heirloom baby was back, he looked a little better, and exclaimed, "My god!" ”

After the excitement, the employer directly gave the "buffalo" the fifteen bills of twenty dollars that he had prepared, and gave the thirty-seven dollars of the more than two hundred dollars that Bill had brought back.

"If you don't dislike it, these fake watches are also given to you, and I will never do this business again."

After settling the score, the employer walked away, leaving Bill standing on the side of the road with his shirt in his hand.

"I myself earned four hundred dollars by labor, took a tip of two hundred and thirty-seven dollars, and received a small gift of seven fake gold watches."

In the cold and scarce moonlight, Bill counted tonight's harvest and thought it was okay.

As for the gun, he picked it up, and if he didn't pick it up when he went out, he would lose it, so it wasn't counted in the harvest.

He shook his head to stop thinking nonsense, then got into the five-door car, started the car, and drove home.

At first half the road was quiet, but when he reached the door of a house, Bill saw an impromptu robbery.

Two white trash are blocking two women, one big and one small, who are suspected to be mother and son.

Originally, he didn't want to care, most of the robberies in New York were for drug money, and he was happy to hand over a twenty-dollar bill, but after catching a glimpse of a familiar face, he decided to stop the pipe.

Because that little girl is Jennifer Connelly.

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