Bang bang...

Amidst two violent gunshots, the lights in the entire manor came on. Li Zitao sat up from the bed, opened the curtains and looked outside the iron gate. There were four cars with bright headlights on, and nearly 20 gangsters holding machine guns.

Party, the anger in my heart grew like wild weeds.

Bang!

Kicking open the door next door, before the woman on the bed fully woke up, Li Zitao reached out and grabbed her hair and lifted it up, followed by a scream.

"Did you bring them here? Tell me, who asked you to come? Paul? Tony? McGurn?...or Capone?" Li Zitao dragged Bergman, who was screaming in pain, against the window and shouted loudly.

shouted.

"I don't know, I don't know, no one asked me to come, no one..." Bergman cried out with a breakdown in his heart, his hair felt like it was about to fall off after being pulled by Li Zitao, and he was numb with pain.

Click!

The bullet was loaded, and the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against her temple, causing Bergman's pupils to shrink into needles in an instant, and her struggling movements stopped, but her body continued to tremble.

"Tell me, who is it?" The cold voice echoed in her ears with murderous intent.

"No one, really no one, I'm from Stockholm, I'm an actor, I just want to travel to Chicago, I'm only 16, ugh..."

Feeling the threat of death, Bergman couldn't help but began to choke, and tears fell down her bright cheeks, making her look so charming.

"What can I do? I'm in despair too!" Bergman, who had a gun pressed to his head, was about to collapse.

"Open the door, open the door quickly." The people outside were already shouting loudly, the raised machine guns were clicking, and the wanton laughter was like alcohol, stimulating Li Zitao's fragile nerves.

In just a few days, he has experienced so much. Under his seemingly calm face, there is a nerve that is about to explode at any moment and face collapse.

Boom!

Taking a deep breath, with the crying Bergman still on the ground, Li Zitao calmed down the anger in his heart and said, "Sorry, I lost my temper a little."

Putting the gun back into his waist, Li Zitao straightened his clothes, turned around and walked downstairs.

"Jacob, are there any guns here?" Li Zitao asked, looking at the people gathered.

"Yes, Mr. Dever has three Thompson machine guns and two Python revolvers hidden here. I'm going to get them now." Jacob hurriedly walked towards the storage room.

"Brother Dog, Brother Dog!" There were too many people. Standing in the crowd for a while, Li Zitao couldn't find Wang Dagou.

"Here, here." Wang Dagou raised his hand, and the person in front of him spontaneously moved out of the way.

"Wait until Jacob comes back and bring someone out with a machine gun. Now, I'll deal with them first." Hearing the sound of bullets bouncing on the steel, Li Zitao knew that if he didn't go out, the other party would rush in.

Now he just hopes that the other party is not from the Capone Group, otherwise, he will be in big trouble tonight.

"Wait, wait, Mr. Li, Mr. Dever's call." Jacob hurried over, holding two gray-stained Thompson machine guns in his arms.

"Take me there." When he came to the small living room next to the living room, the microphone was placed on the table.

"Hello, William." Li Zitao picked up the phone and said. As William's voice gradually came over there, his expression became more and more ugly.

"Shit, you can't even look at yourself. Damn it, look at that bastard. I'm going to kill her myself."

As soon as he pressed the phone with a clang, the last trace of luck in Li Zitao's heart was gone.

His whereabouts were exposed, and it was the inconspicuous "Aunt Susan" in the city government who did it, who was the informant of the Capone Group.

Sure enough, he was too optimistic about the situation, and now retribution has come.

The only good news is that William Dever has built a small weapons depot here, which can give them hope of survival.

"Jacob, take me to the weapons warehouse, William's order." Li Zitao said and waved to Wang Dagou, who, together with a dozen teenagers, followed him and walked towards the door opposite the small living room.

This seemingly inconspicuous little door is actually another basement. Walking down the wooden stairs, you have reached the bottom when you count to 8.

The building here is not high, only about 1.8 meters. Li Zitao and Wang Dagou had to bend down to walk.

Jacob reached out and pulled down the light cord, and the small basement lit up. The boxes of Chicago typewriters piled in the corner made Li Zitao's eyes light up.

"Move all weapons and distribute them to everyone. Anyone who enters the manor tonight will be killed. No one will be left alive." Li Zitao said with high spirits.

At this moment, Bergman, who had stopped sobbing and finally calmed down on the second floor, was pressing his head and looking out secretly.

The thugs armed with machine guns were shooting at the iron gate of the manor, but they seemed to be worried about something and did not directly break the lock and rush in.

"Damn, why should I come to Chicago? This is such a crazy city." Bergman said with some resentment.

At this moment, heavy footsteps sounded behind her. As soon as she turned around, Bergman saw Li Zitao, who frightened her, walking in with a machine gun in one hand.

"Don't kill me, I really have nothing to do with them, don't..." Bergman held his head and shouted.

"Shut up and follow me." Seeing this frightened woman, Li Zitao said impatiently.

The crisis has not been resolved yet. There are more than 30 mafia members armed with machine guns outside. The team he just raised may be wiped out overnight.

And he had to shoulder a debt of nearly 50,000 US dollars. This damn bastard surprise made him in no mood to care about the thoughts of the woman in front of him at the moment, even if she looked like a fairy.

"Stay here, hug your body tightly when you hear the gunfire, huddle in the corner and don't move." After sending her into the empty weapons depot, there was only this much Li Zitao could do.

"Li, the other party is coming in." He always heard Li Zitao explain to himself, "Li," Wang Dagou thought it was more convenient to call him this way, so he followed suit.

"Get ready." More than 50 Chicago typewriters were pointed in the direction of the iron gate, and the roar of the engines became louder and louder.

Buzz~

With a roar, a car slammed open the iron door, and a nervous teenager pulled the trigger on the spot.

Da da da

These young men who encountered a gun for the first time were instantly like frightened ostriches. They closed their eyes and tightened the trigger completely by feeling, letting the machine gun in their hands sweep across at will.

"Ceasefire, ceasefire, ceasefire!" Li Zitao roared several times in succession, and the gunfire finally stopped.

Looking at the car on the opposite side, except for the bullet holes in twos and threes on the front cover, the windshield was still intact. This shooting technique made Li Zitao want to vomit blood.

"Everyone, aim and shoot for me. If you dare to waste bullets again, I will blow your brains out first." There are 50 guns, but only 80 magazines.

If they fired randomly like this, when the opponent rushed up, they could only rush forward with empty guns and fight the opponent desperately. Li Zitao didn't realize that they had the strength to tear the enemy apart with their own hands.

"Don't get excited, everyone, follow me and fight together later." At this moment, a young man stood up and looked at his friends around him and said.

Li Zitao glanced at him in surprise. He was the first young man who decided to follow him yesterday, and immediately asked: "What's your name?"

"Monk, my father said that if a monk chants sutras, he will have food and a good life, so he gave me this name." The monk said, scratching his head in embarrassment.

"Okay, you will be their captain from now on." Li Zitao raised his thumb and said.

Regardless of whether this guy's marksmanship is good or not, his courage alone makes people look up to him.

"Speaking of which, I'm only 17 years old. Why do I always feel like a child when facing these peers?" Li Zitao complained silently, thinking of the age of this body.

As he was talking, all four cars outside drove in and lined up side by side to form a barrier. The mafia members outside hid behind the cars and set up machine guns to aim at the villa.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, you have no way to escape, crawl out with your butt stuck out!" the mafia hiding behind the car shouted.

"White pig, there is soap here, do you want to pick it up?" Li Zitao smashed the glass open with the butt of his gun, and laughed and cursed outside.

"Fk, kill him." The other party's angry tone made Li Zitao raise his eyebrows proudly, and the tense atmosphere around him instantly dissipated.

Ta-ta-ta...

But as the gunfire rang out, the glass shattered, sawdust flew everywhere, the beautiful hand-embroidered sofas and mahogany tables and chairs were all turned into scrap, and depression once again enveloped my heart.

"Fight back." When he heard the opponent's gunshots pause, Li Zitao roared, turned around and faced the window and pulled the trigger.

The flying bullets hit the iron surface of the car, and the crisp ping-pong sound was the music played at night. At this moment, the monk kicked open the door and rushed out with five or six people.

"Cover, shoot to cover." Li Zitao quickly replaced the magazine with a new one, and kept pressing the trigger, trying to suppress the opponent with bullets so that he could not lift his head.

In fact, speaking of it, the children beside him who had just been robbed were not even remotely accurate.

But no matter who is faced with dozens of machine guns and bullets raining down, they will shrink their heads in their crotches in fear, fearing that bullets without eyes will kiss them at close range.

"Ah~" screamed, the cat leaned against the wall, walked around the monk on the right side of the car, and rushed to the back of the car with his friends.

"Brother Dog." Li Zitao shouted, kicked open the broken window frame in front of him, jumped out, and quickly rushed towards the bullet-riddled car.

Before he even got close, a gunman spotted him. As soon as he raised the muzzle of his gun, there was a hole in his head.

At this moment, Li Zitao felt that his eyes were like a 180-degree scanner with no blind spots. As long as it was the scenery in front of him, even a casual glance from the corner of his eyes would make him react.

When he reached the car, he kicked off his feet and jumped over the roof of the car. When he turned around and landed, the gun was pointed at the gunmen below. The two gunmen fell into a pool of blood.

After rolling to his feet, Li Zitao relied on the memory he had just swept away and moved his gun sideways to accurately eliminate the remaining 6 miscellaneous fish.

It was only at this moment that the people who rushed out of the room rushed to the car, and the battle was over.

Looking at each gunman, he shot him right between the eyebrows, and everyone looked at Li Zitao as if they were looking at a superhero.

This feeling is great, ‘Huh…’
Chapter completed!