Looking at him, "I don't want to be remembered for being able to kill with one strike. Today's gangs are far less disciplined than my father's generation."

"If not, just shut up first. After my senator is elected, I will find a way to kill him. We have to be patient."

Francis nodded slowly, took a deep breath, opened the drawer of the dining table, took out something that should be mosaicd, and said with a smile, "Shall we have a taste?"

"Are you still smoking it?" Jackson frowned and couldn't help but raise his tone, "Don't you know what this is?"

"Don't be so serious. This thing will make you excited. God created us to satisfy his interests, and when we humans created this, it was also for our interests. We are not sinners."

Francis' speech full of sophistry made Jackson, who was famous for his eloquence in the political arena, speechless. He watched the former sucking it skillfully, and his whole body was trembling with excitement.

"I... saw God!"

Hearing this name, the Shelby family knows that it has a deep connection with the Razor Party, which was in Birmingham in the 1920s. They came to the United States after World War II and established a foothold in San Francisco with their fierce style.

Fifty years of ups and downs have made their power complicated, but a major incident occurred in 1965. Jackson and his father were imprisoned, charged with 79 counts, and sentenced to 178 years in prison.

Then…

He died in prison.

But when Jackson went to visit, he still clearly remembered his father holding his hand tightly and telling himself, "Gangsters are not the way out! This society still needs order!"

Then, he took off his suit and entered university to study law. He wanted to enter politics!

Wealth is just an extension of power, violence is also a way of political outlet.

If criminals sit in the White House...

It must be very exciting.

Relying on money to pave the way, Jackson has reached his current position, but if he wants to go up further and run for the Senate, it will be a different sky. Maybe he made a fortune too quickly, and his inner characteristics have not changed, and he is still a little savage.

Of course, the fastest way to learn to be a "gentleman" is to go outside and find a bunch of "dogs". Some people will praise you and the cellar will be full of fresh air.

When Jackson was about to help Francis, he suddenly heard a burst of rapid gunshots and arrogant cheers. He turned his head and looked outside, and also heard the hurried footsteps of security personnel.

"What's going on?"

Jackson asked the butler as he walked out.

"Sir, someone was riding a motorcycle, shooting at the police car at the door, and throwing a box in from the outside." The housekeeper was an old man in his family, and he said calmly with vicissitudes in his eyes.

Gunshots?

That thing is just louder than during sex, he meant the cry.

"Where's the stuff?"

The butler reached behind and saw a black security guard coming over with a big box in his arms. Just as Jackson was about to reach out, he saw the former holding his arm down and said, "Sir, I'll do it. Please step back."

I'm afraid it's some kind of assassination method.

Jackson hesitated for a moment, not daring to take any risks. He nodded, walked to the back, and carefully watched the butler open the box. He saw the latter was shocked and shouted, "Terry, what is it?"

"Sir..." The butler turned around with a bad look on his face. He was about to continue speaking when he saw Jackson who was not in danger and walked over. He immediately smelled the smell of blood. When he lowered his head and looked down, his expression froze.

Angry-eyed heads!

Jackson's mouth trembled. He was not afraid, but he felt a little sudden discomfort after being a gentleman for a long time. "Damn it, take it away quickly!"

The butler Terry quickly asked someone to take it away.

"Sir, here is a piece of paper." The black man said in a low voice, carefully picking up the paper from the side of the head with two fingers. Is his action like he was afraid that the head would suddenly rise up and bite him?

This is not a supernatural novel.

Jackson didn't want to take something so revealing, so the housekeeper took it for him and opened it towards him. He saw a sentence written on it: "Happy birthday to your daughter, give her a ball, it feels great for your feet."

Be quiet for a while.

The housekeeper discovered that something was wrong. Jackson's breathing became heavier and heavier. The paper in his hand was snatched away, tore it up hard, threw it on the ground, and cursed in British slang.

Look, when you are angry, the native dialect is also English.

Sure enough... monotonous.

Jackson hadn't been so angry for a long time, but his reason told him, "Your enemy is deliberately irritating you!"

Once he makes you lose your mind, you have failed.

Moreover, what if those Asians really dare to do this?

Not harming the family is a false proposition in itself.

China has said since ancient times: Cut off the grass and root out the disease to prevent it from resurrecting.

There are always people who think that letting people live, or in other words, preserving kindness, is simply like the Virgin cheating on the Virgin and giving birth to a Virgin whore!

Or don't start a war!

Or, think clearly about how many coffins you have at home.

…

San Francisco, UCSF Medical Center.

Wu Wenwen was sent here, which is one of the best medical schools in the United States.

The family members who came after hearing the news and Nie Dakuan's family cried at the door of the emergency room. The girl's mother knelt in the corner and begged bitterly.

The walls of a hospital have heard more prayers than a church.

What is a god?

Perhaps it is the belief that people develop after being powerless.

"A Jun, what's going on? Why did A Wen get into the hospital? What happened?" Nie Dakuan asked on the bench in the corridor. Looking at the dejected A Bang, he reached out and slapped him in anger.

"You little brat, what did you do?"

"Cousin, cousin." Gao Jun quickly grabbed him and shook his head to explain. When he heard that Wu Wenwen was almost abducted by human traffickers, Nie Dakuan was very sad. He shook his head and could only sigh. What can he do?

?

But suddenly, as if he thought of something, he suddenly raised his head, "Where are those gangsters?"

"Maybe...ran away."

"Dead!"

Both men gave different answers.

Gao Jun raised his head in surprise, looked at Nie Zhenbang, and saw that the other party looked at his father very indifferently, "They are dead, I killed them."

Nie Zhenbang's eyes widened and he looked at his careless son. He felt his heart skip a beat when he heard the other person raise his hand and said, "I took a gun and smashed the other person's head."

"Boom!"

Nie Zhenbang smiled, almost gritting his teeth, "I killed the person who bullied Awen. I watched him beg for mercy. I watched him kneel on the ground trembling. But Dad, I'm so excited."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Nie Dakuan shouted. This voice could be heard throughout the corridor. Huo Bingkun and Wu Wenwen's relatives who were standing in the distance all turned their heads.

"Old Nie, what are you doing?" My cousin came over, pulled down his clothes, and whispered.

"Ask your son what he did!"

My cousin looked at Abang with confusion in her eyes.

"Am I wrong? Life is about trying every means to get money from others, from winning Nobel Prizes to highway robbery. This is the need. I just live too much like you. I know how to handle everything by myself.

, and then? Apart from being regarded as a good person by others, and being regarded as a weakling who can be bullied, what are you?" Nie Zhenbang retorted forcefully.

"To live, you need others to be afraid of you. If my name is spoken and San Francisco trembles three times, will anyone dare to touch Awen? No, they will be afraid of me, and they will be afraid of death!"

Nie Zhenbang unbuttoned his collar and pointed at his chest, "I killed someone today. No matter how polite or reasonable the person is, it's useless. Killing him with a shot is the most direct way."

"Abang! What are you talking about? What are you talking about?" My cousin also looked at her son in disbelief, "This can't be nonsense."

"The sky is the lid of the coffin, and the earth is the board of the coffin; joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are all in the coffin. There is no law in this world. You have been in the United States for so long, and you still don't know it? There are five words stuck on our foreheads: Fei

!Often! Good! Bullied! I was bullied and beaten by niggas at school. When I got home, I told you that you told me to swallow my anger. I endured it for 20 years. Jesus would have endured it until he became a bastard. Then, he changed.

What?"

Nie Zhenbang's eyes gradually became firm and he looked at his parents, "But when I take the gun, I am Jesus!"

"You are committing a crime and you will go to jail." My cousin almost burst into tears.

Abang smiled, tilted his head, and looked at the floor, "The dog has no choice. I am a human, and I have a choice. Now, I don't want to be a good person."

The cost is too high, and crying is cheap. If you are bullied, you can only call the police, and then they will bully you together.

"Dad, you came out from the mountains far away to find a life, are you just looking for a place to suffer? You used to starve to death and had to fight hard. Now we are going to be beaten to death, and I have to fight hard. It's the same.

All for the sake of eking out an ignoble existence."

Nie Dakuan's face was ashen, the corners of his eyes twitched, he suppressed the anger in his heart and did not say a word.

"Boss, the police are here." Tonikov whispered from behind. Gao Jun raised his head and saw a dozen policemen in police uniforms walking towards the end of the hospital corridor.

The leader was an old acquaintance, Shi Mingde.

"I knew it was you, Mr. Gao, but I didn't expect us to meet so soon." The other party looked at him with a sneer.

"Your dog's nose is really sharp." Gao Jun smiled and shook his head, sitting on the chair without panic at all, "What, do you want to treat me to a supper tonight?"

"Fuck your mother, I tell you, you have been arrested, this is the arrest warrant, you are suspected of Melbourne dental murder, who is Nie Zhenbang!" Shi Mingde said, but his eyes were directly fixed on the target person, obviously he was well prepared.

Come.

"You can come with us too."

The colleague next to him came up and put handcuffs on him. When my cousin saw this, she burst into tears. She anxiously wanted to stop Nie Dakuan, so she grabbed Nie Dakuan's arm and said, "Dakuan, please speak."

When he heard a click and the handcuffs were put on, Nie Dakuan suddenly said, "Do you have any evidence?"

Shi Mingde frowned and looked at him, and saw the middle-aged man who looked like he was holding a dog on his back. At this time, he raised his head, looked at him, and emphasized, "I want to see the arrest warrant."

"Who are you?"
To be continued...