If anyone sees this scene, they will definitely be shocked to death. Several masked guys are holding black plastic bags in their hands, and each of them has seen a ghost.

Each plastic bag is heavy, with five kilograms of feces filling it. You don’t need to look at it, but just thinking about it makes you sick.

Of course you don’t know it’s poop, you’re just curious.

But if you see people wearing masks and wearing masks, curiosity may turn into fear.

In Xizhou, a country known as the most developed in culture, entertainment and technology in the world, it is far less safe than you think.

Especially in such a remote place.

When a limited number of pedestrians saw a few people with malicious intentions, they disappeared around the corner without being surprised.

Holding the plastic bag with little eyes, the combined weight of both hands is almost ten kilograms, which feels heavy.

"Brother Zaijun, your poop is really stinking! And there are so many... Why do you ask me to carry it when you know it's so smelly!"

The guy named Zaijun hit him on the back of the head seriously, "Idiot, is this your attitude when talking to seniors?"

"Wow, it hurts!" Little Eyes almost dropped the thing on the ground after eating it.

Jin Yuanlin reminded: "Please pay attention and take action immediately!"

Jaejun refused to give up, "You guy, how could I contribute so much poop? I'm not a poop superman!"

Of course the little eyes know.

Because they found it together.

It's not easy to find these things in the city center. It's so bustling that it's like a paradise. It's hard to see a fallen leaf in the city center, let alone poop.

But outside the central business district, it is hell on earth.

Garbage can be seen everywhere, and the poisonous insects lying in the garbage dump are a beautiful landscape.

Of course, there is no so-called public security in this kind of environment, let alone environmental sanitation.

Jin Yuanlin and his younger brother raided a subway station and gained a lot, leaving ten kilograms of fresh feces on hand.

Less than one-tenth of what they carry in their hands now is made by themselves.

Looking at the time, Jin Yuanlin showed the demeanor that only an elder can have. He raised his hand and waved vigorously, "Action."

It's a pity that there is no complimenting crowd, and only the four scumbags follow.

The menacing Brother Wu came out of the dark corner of the street and quickly hid on the side of the wall, listening carefully to the sounds inside.

"I bet Mr. An Ran's speed in drawing a gun must be professional. You must have never seen one day when he was coaching Quirrell, his professional skills surprised me!" White smoked a cigarette and gestured with his hand, "

What a master of hiding things."

The boy squatting next to him had a look of disbelief, "How is it possible? Do you believe that a rich man can suddenly collapse with a gun? A guy with a net worth of tens of billions is actually a professional killer. This scene is almost unbelievable.

I feel like that’s a movie."

It’s hard to say whether it’s a movie or not, but An Ran’s filming techniques were really professional.

So I bet on White.

"Definitely a professional. I studied with Garner. Otherwise, how could I scare those idiots on Brick Street? At that time, I thought I was already considered a professional among the gangsters. I didn't expect that Mr. An Ran was even more professional.

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"This is not surprising. Mr. An Ran is very rich and wants to hire professional experts to teach him how to shoot. If it were me, I would give it a try. After all, this place is not that safe."

"That makes sense, but I believe that if he encountered a real gunfight, Mr. An Ran would be like ordinary people and wouldn't even be able to hold a gun steady..."

After all, these are just fake goods.

If you can shoot ten rounds at the shooting range, you might be the first to get shot on the battlefield.

It’s not surprising that Olympic champions can shoot with incredible accuracy, but they often miss the mark when trying to hit a balloon on the street.

When the environment is different, the mood is different, and the source of fear is different, the results will be different.

White nodded, very

Agree with this view.

A few days ago, he personally taught a boxing champion a lesson. The champion who was all-powerful in the boxing ring was so beaten that he was all over the place, knelt on the ground and called daddy.

After all, that is sports, but here it is life-threatening.

All it takes is one kick to turn the other party into a pitiful creature begging for mercy.

White is no fool either.

If the opponent is a well-known fighter, he will not fight with bare hands. Taking out a knife or a gun is the easiest way to solve the problem.

Being a gangster is a learned thing. If you just compete with each other, you will die early.

Gangsters have gangster rules, so the gangster's rules are that there are no rules. The ultimate goal is to use all methods to kill the opponent.

White never takes so-called professionals seriously.

If they are all so professional, why not clean up Brick Street?

All it takes is a group of boxers to beat the gangsters to pieces.

Unfortunately not.

However, people heard that there were a few professional players who were beaten by gangsters with bruises and swollen faces. There was also a guy who was known as a Taekwondo master. He jumped up in the air and kicked him, but before he could kick out, he was hit with a loud brick.
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After receiving this great gift, this eighth-degree black belt in Taekwondo has been shaking in the hospital.

Naturally, it is impossible to give reliable answers to police inquiries.

No matter what I ask, I can only shake my hands wonderfully.

I heard that some time ago, this master finally became a mentally ill VIP customer, and he probably will never get out of it in this life.

White is the idol of the gangsters around him, and everyone has inexplicable admiration for him.

A Taekwondo black belt master who becomes famous in one fight is his specialty.

It's a pity that as a gangster, I can't promote it in a big way.

However, in Brick Street, it is well-known in the streets.

Garner was relieved that he was with Anron.

He knows the severity of doing things but not the severity of hitting others. Ghana is very satisfied with this.

It is very different from other mafia families who are prone to anger.

Everyone knows that Garner and White are brothers.

A few people were chatting and talking, and White was slobbering and foaming. He patted his chest to reveal his scars and told everyone about the heroic deeds of the two brothers who walked in and out of the crowd.

"I'm not exaggerating. I faced more than 20 guys with knives back then, each of them as tall as you Jack. My eldest brother and I fought our way out of the siege with two knives. I was hit by seven knives and killed six...

…"

"My eldest brother is amazing. The scar on his back is from that time... He broke into the siege alone and kidnapped the opponent's boss Orr. From that time on, the two brothers of us started fighting on Brick Street.

Fame comes!"

"Hey, what is that?"

Just as he was talking, White saw a black bag flying into the air!
Chapter completed!