"Fuck you!"

Just as Jeffrey and others were trembling, they heard a roar and saw Nie Zhenbang rushing over with red eyes, holding a chair in his hand, and smashed the opponent's head.

The other party was so frightened that he quickly dodged.

The boy next to him rushed over and held Jeffrey down.

"Do you want to kill him?" Gao Jun pressed Nie Zhenbang's shoulders and reached out toward Alva. The latter handed over the Makarov pistol and stuffed it into his hand, "Hold it, you are God.

"

"I'll teach you how to raise your arm, aim it at his head, and turn on the safety handle. It's very simple. However, I'm asking, do you really want to kill him? God, it's only a one-way ticket."

How does it feel when you get a gun?

Ordinary people's first thought is not what I can get, but... it feels so heavy, both in the heart and in the body.

Weapons that kill people have represented cruelty since their birth.

"He will not go to God!" Nie Zhenbang retorted tremblingly, "Hell is his destination!"

Gao Jun smiled.

Feel sorry.

If I die, hell will be full.

"Relax, relax..." Gao Jun pulled the trigger for him and shot the bullet into Jeffrey's head. Because his functional reaction was still twitching, he fired a few more shots at him. "Two rounds of 1-dollar bullets can kill him."

If a strong man dies, doesn't it feel like the world is wonderful?"

He patted his shoulder encouragingly and pointed at the other Blair, "Now, let's talk about your practice."

Blair was so scared that he peed.

"Don't come here! Don't come here!" he shouted in horror.

Did you see that?

As long as you have weapons of destruction, you are feared.

Cowardly people will not be treated kindly. It is everyone's nature to bully the weak and fear the strong. If the weak want to survive, they can only be stronger and more destructive than the strong.

Also, there are two tricks when begging for mercy. One is to make the person who has the power of life and death feel happy, and the other is to give reasons that are enough to convince that person.

Don't talk nonsense.

Gao Jun stood behind him with his pockets in his pockets, looking at him quietly.

Jump, jump, jump!

The gunshot rang out and Boss Gao smiled.

If this place was suitable for quail breeding, then he would never let Nie Zhenbang do it, but this was the United States.

Countries with the highest crime rates.

Falcons are everywhere here, and small quails will be eaten.

If you don't want to be eaten, become a hunter.

Everyone's ankles are stuck in the sewage. Some people choose to escape from the sewage, but I choose to rot in the sewage.

Gao Jun pressed down Nie Zhenbang's wrist, but it was very stiff, and he took the gun back with force.

"Boss, the ambulance is here." Scottis said.

"Now go and accompany your girlfriend." Gao Jun patted Abang on the shoulder. The other party looked at him blankly, but immediately focused on it, nodded, and ran to Wu Wenwen.

"Do you know where the Shelby family is?" Boss Gao suddenly turned to ask Huo Bingkun, and the other party's face hardened.

"Don't worry, man, I didn't want to shoot him to death with an AK47. That would be too rude. I just wanted to give him a gift and throw their parts at his door. To declare war, there must be a declaration of war.

The way you look, it’s not interesting at all to talk high.”

When the ambulance took Wu Wenwen to the hospital, the police car arrived belatedly. In the dark night, Gao Jun stood at the door of the Melbourne dentistry. Tonikov took out a black windbreaker from the car and put it on him. The former was tilted

He nodded, lit a cigarette for himself, blew into his mouth, and the ashes rose up.

He looked at the lonely policeman who was parked opposite and didn't dare to get out of the car. He smiled and shook his head. Was he that scared?

Apart from the large number of people here, what else is there?

Gao Jun walked over and knocked on the glass lightly. He saw that the co-pilot was a policewoman. She was young, in her early 20s, with a ponytail and a good figure. The driver was a black man, and there were two white guys sitting behind him.

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"Officer, are you here to sweep the floor? Sorry, maybe you have to work overtime. Akun, order them some coffee or latte, make it stronger."

"Understood."

Gao Jun smiled, holding a cigarette in his hand and was about to leave. He turned back, reached out and touched the policewoman's face, and brushed her lips with his thumb, "Very beautiful."

This policewoman looked ashamed and angry!

Get ready to draw your gun immediately.

"No, no, no, Kailin, don't draw your gun. Do you want us to be killed?" the black man quickly held her hand and lowered his voice.

"He's a bastard, who is this? Is he in our files?" A white guy sitting in the back also cursed. He almost pissed himself just now, so he used this curse to express his fear.

The black police officer was a bit older and had a long beard. He stared at Gao Jun’s back with deep eyes and said, “Asian!”

"We just need to tell the street violence safety working group about the news, and they will deal with it." Another white policeman said calmly.

"You are so cowardly, Ball!" Kailin turned her head and looked at him and said word by word.

"I'm just more afraid of death."

My colleague felt no shame at all, "Those medals are not worth my life."

Seeing that they were about to quarrel over their ideas, the black man scolded them, "Don't make any noise, be quiet."

Kailin angrily punched the panel.

Bauer smiled disdainfully, "When someone touched your face just now, you almost had an orgasm!"

Under the idea of ​​small government like the United Kingdom and the United States, associations are actually part of the ruling class. Some people are not suitable to come forward due to identity issues, but they have many needs.

It was once revealed that dozens of aides or staff members were involved in smoking "big meat" in the White House. So where did their stuff come from?

You have to go to the underworld to buy it.

Moreover, the military will also provide help to these people to improve their abilities in street fighting.

Therefore, a society is not a certain person's society. Crime has never been the exclusive preserve of the lower class. Maybe the sanctimonious politicians were old prostitutes who were crazy and professional yesterday? (I didn't say Bush!).

"Who found this today?" Gao Jun asked as he sat in the car.

"Ruan Qiming's men."

"Invite him here tomorrow and I will give him the benefits he promised. Also, help me find a doctor and issue some psychiatric certificates. I think I have temporary amnesia."

Huo Bingkun glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, "Your face is rosy and shiny. If you say that the judge is sick, he will believe it, but will you say that you are sick?"

but…

Who can detect mental illness?

"I have a fellow who works at the University of California, San Francisco Medical Center, and he can issue this certificate." Huo Bingkun thought for a moment and said, "I helped him solve a lot of trouble."

"Then you have to ask him how I need to play a psychopath."

You definitely can't get away with murder!

Even if someone is guilty, as one of the main figures present, he will be questioned on how to get rid of the crime. This is learned.

"Don't worry, the lawyers will play the role. We just need to stand quietly and listen to them. Our association cooperates with a law firm in San Francisco. They have participated in more than 100 such cases and have rich experience."

Gao Jun nodded, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, "It would be best if we could have a mental illness like Hinckley. I think the jury would sympathize with a patient with both mental illness and mental illness."

Hinckley was the man of interest in the Reagan assassination case.

"I heard that his father paid 10 million US dollars to buy his life?"

"Maybe... Anyway, in the United States, as long as you have money, it doesn't matter how many American presidents are among the dead." Huo Bingkun himself joked, "What's more, how many young losers were killed by us?"

Gao Jun nodded.

So, work hard to be a rich person!

…

San Francisco. Atherton, a wealthy area of ​​South Bay!

A house here costs around US$2 million.

The Tenderloin is hell compared to here.

Take a look...

Even American police cars are patrolling back and forth. Even if they are covered with a layer of skin, they cannot hide the nature of watchdogs.

"Shet! Falk!"

In the famous Shelby mansion, Francis stood in the living room and roared angrily. When he raised the vase on the table and was about to smash it, a middle-aged man with eyes sitting on the sofa raised his head and said, "

That one is worth $30,000."

"Oh, NO!" Francis Shelby hurriedly put down the vase, put his hands on his hips, waved his hands, and complained to the middle-aged man, "Jackson, aren't you in a hurry? Our goods have been given to others.

Robbed, this will affect your campaign for Senate!"

"Just change a batch. In San Francisco, the most indispensable thing is beautiful women." Jackson still held the newspaper in his hand and frowned, "That damn Chris, he is using his mouth to deceive the public again.

How can San Francisco be so dangerous? Moreover, he also said that we are a gangster political family? Walter? It is simply ridiculous."

Francis spread his hands and said, "Why do these bastards have trouble with us? The same goes for Yuri. I have to find someone to kill him."

"Yuri? I know him. He is very famous in San Francisco, but all history has taught us is that you can kill anyone. Are you sure you can kill him?" Jackson put down the newspaper and looked straight in the eyes.
To be continued...