Tata is on! Tata is on! Tata is on!
Kill them all!
The yellow-haired gangster suddenly let out an angry roar, which startled several of his followers. Only then did they realize that their eldest brother's eyes had turned red at some point, veins were popping out on his forehead, and his expression was very ferocious. He seemed to be in a state of extreme anger. middle.
The younger brothers exchanged glances with each other. Everyone was not surprised by Huang Mao's sudden outburst. He was usually a hot-tempered and irritable person, and would often get angry over trivial matters. Moreover, Ah Da had been away for so long and never came back. , it is normal to make him angry, but no one is willing to take the initiative to get into trouble now - if possible, it is best for everyone to remain silent and let him beat these untouchables again, and wait until he calms down before trying again get in a word.
But the untouchables who are lying on the ground with less air and more air are obviously unable to experience another abuse. Although the lives of these people are not worth a few dollars, even if they die on the roadside, no one will look at them twice; but the key is that they I still owe the gang for living expenses. If he couldn't pay for it normally, he would be beaten to death, but that's not possible now.
These people really can't be killed casually.
Nowadays, several major forces at the top of the block are fighting over the division of territory on 21st Street. The top forces drive their big gangs to do things, and the big gangs squeeze the small gangs that rely on them, asking them to contribute money and effort to serve as cannon fodder. The small gangs If the boss changes hands, he will leave these tasks to his gangsters.
For example, two days ago, the Gambino family asked the Black Dragon Club to raise a huge sum of money within three days. If converted into their gang's usual charging standard, it would be equivalent to a person's protection fee. Therefore, the head of the Black Dragon Club ordered the gang members to pay the price after returning. They were ordered to obtain housing expenses for 6,000 people within two days.
If you can't finish it, just wait to take a knife and cross yourself on the stomach to apologize.
Over time, the head of the Black Dragon Society not only cut the completion time by one-third, but also increased the workload by 20%.
After all, it costs money to run a gang, and fights have been very frequent recently. After the younger brother is injured in a fight, he has to be treated, right? If you become disabled, you have to make arrangements, right? My little brother must be able to eat if he hangs out with you, right? This all costs money. Whose money does it cost? Naturally, small gangs plundered them from sheep (people).
Of course, you can say no, after all, life and death, door-to-door debt collection are all sacrifices made by these tool people. These gangsters are 100% scum thugs. If the work is tiring and dangerous, and if there is no benefit, The first one to be beheaded was the gang leader.
Therefore, the head of the Black Dragon Society decisively stepped up his efforts to squeeze his subordinates - anyway, in the end, he used a small part of the money they robbed to send them away, and the big part was always divided between him and several bosses. It may not be a loss, but as a big boss, he will always make money with blood.
The gangsters who received the death order could only intensify their efforts to exploit the lower class civilians.
Threatening, beating, and taking away all valuable property. If this is not enough to collect the living expenses, then send the men to the laboratory as living volunteers and the women to the House of Fun until they make enough money for the gang, even if It is necessary to dig out a little bit of surplus value from these untouchables.
Finally, the thin monkey with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks boldly asked: Big brother? Are you OK?
He has been following Huang Mao for a long time, and his brain works quickly and has many ideas. He often makes suggestions for the other party. He can also be regarded as Huang Mao's confidant, so he feels that even when he is angry, speaking for himself is of some use. .
You can listen to it more or less.
Huang Mao seemed to have heard what he said, and stopped roaring and raised his head to look at the thin monkey.
But his expression is still ferocious, and his eyes are like lightning, which is breathtaking.
Brother, didn't you just say that? The thin monkey felt a little scared when Huang Mao stared at him. He quickly turned his head and looked away. He wanted to send these people to the laboratory and let them work to pay off the debts to the gang. They are still of some use. of
Huang Mao remained silent. Seeing that the other party did not pour out his fury like a storm, Slender Monkey became a little bolder and said calmly and coaxingly: "You see, the boss gave us a death order. Today is the deadline."
, if they are beaten to death
He looked around and lowered his voice: Brother, it may be difficult for you to do this in front of the boss.
Huang Mao still didn't reply and just stared at his hands in a daze. Perhaps Shouhou's persuasion had an effect, or perhaps living in shackles restrained his anger. He seemed to have calmed down, with a violent smile on his forehead. The veins and blood vessels are slowly healing, but no one knows that his eyes are always focused on the blood-red ring on his middle finger, and there is no way of knowing that there is a voice in their elder brother's consciousness at this time. Stop beeping.
Are you still conscious?
A cold and indifferent voice made Huang Mao startle, and his already somewhat hazy consciousness suddenly woke up. He looked around in shock, but found that he was not in a dark alley in the neighborhood, but in a dimly lit house.
The house was dark and damp, with bare walls. The flickering firelight filled the not-so-spacious room, and the light and shadow continued to twist and deform on the walls as the fire flamed. There was only one chair in the room, and a baby-faced young man was sitting on the chair. He was wearing a suit that only big shots in the city could afford, and he looked down at Huang Mao and said.
This is such a nice place, Reiner, you should still remember this place
Huang Mao was stunned and stayed on the spot.
He knows this place.
How could he not recognize this place?
This was his home, but it was his former home, which had been destroyed by a fire long ago.
But why is he here?
Reiner, sit down. Wu Ming was very satisfied with his reaction and stretched out his hand to ask him to find a seat to sit down.
No, my name is not Reiner
A trace of anger arose in Huang Mao's heart, but the next second his mood turned into panic and fear because of the other party's words.
You were born on Twentieth Street. Your father was a scumbag who abandoned you and your mother to live in the Holy City. You and your mother, Elena, were left alone to depend on each other. She pulled you up and hoped that you could live a good life, but you and your Just like my father, he is a complete scumbag.
Then when you were twelve years old, you murdered your mother here because you coveted the savings that your mother had quietly saved.
You rolled Elena up on a straw mat and dumped her body on the street overnight, while you took your mother's money and had a good time for a few days. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. In this kind of helpless situation in the neighborhood, Well, I’m afraid everyone knows what will happen to a kid who has a little money but little strength.
But is it fate that favors you or you really have some strength? After being approached by gangsters, you not only managed to survive, but you even took this opportunity to join your current gang.
A few years later, the gangsters who robbed you died violently in street fights one after another, and you began to be reused because of your 'excellent' performance.
Why
Wu Ming's words were like a heavy hammer hitting Huang Mao's chest. Even his heartbeat seemed to skip a beat because of it. He felt like a child who was found to have wet the bed. A sense of guilt rose from the bottom of his heart for no reason, and then He grabbed the baby face by the collar and yelled angrily as if to cover up his guilty conscience.
Who are you! Why do you know these things!
Wu Ming tilted his head and asked: Why can't I know? Reiner, I know everything.
enough! I already told you that my name is no longer Reiner! answer my question!
The other party repeatedly called him by the wrong name, and his arrogant attitude completely angered Huang Mao. He lifted Wu Ming up from the chair, his eyes widened and he roared as if he wanted to eat the person alive. ..
explain! Otherwise, I will use pliers to crush every bone in your body, cut off your flesh piece by piece, chop you up and throw you to the pigs!
He has threatened others like this countless times, and he has indeed seen a lot of hard bones, but as long as he breaks a few bones and crushes the broken bones carefully several times, no matter how hard the bones are, they will yield, and in his case It seemed that the baby-faced boy in front of him was just a little kid, and he would naturally be scared if a few of his fingers were cut off.
But this time he was threatening the wrong person.
Are you in a hurry? Perhaps it was because he felt a little uncomfortable being pulled by his collar. Wu Ming raised his head calmly. Not only was he not panicked at all, he even made a joke with Huang Mao. I didn't expect you to have a pig farm here? I'm living a pretty good life~ How much does a pound of pork in Doomsday cost?
Don't worry, don't worry, I know everything about you, every bit of your life, and the little secrets in your heart.
His unhurried and calm attitude was in sharp contrast to the angry Huang Mao, as if the latter was more like the weaker side. Looking at the former's confident and calm eyes, Huang Mao felt an unreasonable fear rising from his heart. .
The babyface wasn't lying.
It was as if Baby Face could hear his own voice, using a slow and even lazy tone, destroying his psychological defenses step by step.
Don’t believe it? Let me give you an example. Seeing Huang Mao not answering, Wu Ming nonchalantly further stimulated him and said, "What about you killing Mark?"
The two made eye contact.
Wu Ming's eyes were deep and serene, like a bottomless abyss.
And his words broke through Huang Mao's shaky psychological defense.
What on earth are you!
Huang Mao was afraid.
That is the fear of being discovered.
Wu Ming ignored the other party's roar and said to himself: He is your companion from life to death, and he has no defense against you. But what about you? But because he might have threatened you to become a cadre, he strangled him to death and hid him under your bed.
Do you still remember his eyes full of hatred and staring at you before he died?
And Joseph, he was one of the first brothers you trained. He wanted to get rid of him, but you suspected that he had defected to other gangs. After a long talk that night, you took a hammer and smashed his head from behind. .
besides
The memories buried deep in his heart were uncovered one by one, and Huang Mao's mood gradually changed from surprise to disbelief, then to weirdness, and then to fear.
He really knows everything.
Finally, this fear reached its extreme point, which was anger.
When the infinite pile of pressure broke the string of reason, Huang Mao, who was hot-blooded, had forgotten all the strange things. He raised his fist and hit Wu Ming hard on the face, knocking him to the ground, and then rushed forward and punched him. Punch him again!
Shut up, labor and management! Shut up!
One punch!
Two punches!
Three punches
Huang Mao seemed to be going crazy, beating Wu Ming with all his strength. The bridge of his nose collapsed, and his cheeks were gradually sunken from the beatings. The sticky and warm blood covered his palms, until the baby-faced head was covered with blood. He panted and stopped when he was beaten into the ground and completely beaten beyond recognition.
Ha&ash;&ash;ha&ash;&ash;ha&ash;&ash;
He gasped and looked at the 'baby face' whose head had been beaten to pulp, with a satisfied and maniacal smile on his face.
Hahahahahaha...die! Pretend to be a ghost! Wasn't it beaten into a ball of meat by labor and management? Hahahahaha
Huang Mao laughed loudly to vent the pressure that had been pent up in his heart.
Sure enough, violence can solve all problems.
If you feel fear, it is ultimately due to your lack of ability. When you have enough ability to solve all problems, you will not be afraid of them.
He even vaguely had some philosophical thoughts in his mind.
Of course, being afraid of something is not actually related to personal ability. A very powerful example is - you can easily crush a cockroach, but you will still be afraid of the flying southern cockroach.
However, at this moment, a careless voice interrupted his wild laughter.
That's it? No one was beaten
You have so much strength and you still run out and become a gangster?
The smile froze, Huang Mao's eyes widened in disbelief, and he suddenly raised his head in the direction of the sound, only to see Wu Ming sitting there intact!
How can it be?
As if unwilling to give up, he turned to look at the bloody corpse at his feet.
The body was still lying quietly on the ground, but the clothes seemed to be a little different.
At some point, the suit that was only seen in the city turned into shabby clothes that were common in the neighborhood.
Then, Huang Mao seemed to have thought of something.
Pupil earthquake.
Fear and weirdness ran down his spine and into the back of his head, and a terrifying thought quickly occupied his brain.
Ugh&ash;&ash;
Just when Huang Mao almost screamed, Wu Ming flashed in front of him and covered his mouth with one hand.
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Wu Ming put the index finger of his other hand in front of his lips to silence, and then comforted him in a soothing tone: Calm down, you were confused just now. You took the initiative to ask questions and now you want me to shut up. What do you want? How am I doing?
But Huang Mao's psychological defense had been completely destroyed. He opened Wu Ming's hand, turned around and ran away, screaming and trying to escape from here, but this didn't seem to be a real space. No matter which direction he ran, he would eventually return. origin.
There is no escape from fear.
No matter where you run, you will eventually come back to where you started.
And every time he returns to the starting point, Wu Ming will always slowly mention a secret that only he knows, and then use fragmented secrets one after another to gradually piece together a complete one without any privacy or secrets at all. he.
And when Wu Ming reminded him again and again, he would clearly think of the crimes he had committed. The dying faces of the deceased would be deeply imprinted in his heart because of the other party's words, lingering like an eternal nightmare. .
Eventually, under this mental torture, his mind collapsed.
Huang Mao sat on his knees on the ground, his eyes had lost their luster, like a puppet waiting for orders.
Reiner, it's time to do it, now, right here.
A voice came from nowhere. Huang Mao didn't know whose voice it was, but he instinctively felt that the voice was important, and subconsciously followed the instructions of the voice.
Then he seemed to hear some familiar screams, but soon those screams turned into annoying noises.
Snapped.
Like swatting away the annoying flies buzzing in his ears, the yellow-haired gangster slapped him with his backhand.
Then there was a puddle of bloody meat on the ground, and the noise became even more annoying.
He frowned.
Snap, snap, snap.
After a few more slaps, the world finally became quiet.
Huang Mao staggered out of the alley, leaving behind only the meat sauce and minced meat that could not be washed away with a brush, and a group of trembling poor people at the bottom. Everyone could see that he was in a state like a building at the moment. An active volcano that can erupt at any time and can completely explode at the slightest touch.
Ah Cha, who watched the whole process with a bit of horror, had a bit of horror in his eyes. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for him to imagine that words alone could exert such terrifying power.
In just a few words, the yellow-haired gangster seemed to have completely changed into a different person. Can words alone really achieve this?
It's not just weapons that can hurt people. Wu Ming sighed and looked at Ah Cha with a complicated expression. When used appropriately, words can sometimes be much more lethal than weapons.
Ah Cha nodded and asked: Why don't you ask about the 21st Street?
No, I can see all his memories when he puts the ring on. Wu Ming shook his head, rarely showing his undisguised disgust. He saw a lot of disgusting memories, but not many useful things. It was really a waste of time.
So what do we do next?
Wu Mingdao: You continue to do it
Your live broadcast, take care of those dds under your hands, I will use them when the time comes.
Your Ah Cha was a little hesitant. He could keenly feel that something was different about Wu Ming. Thinking of his actions just now, he was vaguely worried about the latter's "useful" feeling. Are you okay?
Don't worry, I'm not going to turn them into this. Wu Ming seemed to see the worry in his heart, waved his hands and left alone. I have my principles. Although I sometimes get out of control, I will not mess around. Those DDs under your hands will be crucial in the next battle. I'm not prepared to treat them as cannon fodder.
So, what to do with those people?
This is indeed a problem, and it is not a problem to ignore it. But it doesn’t have much to do with me, and they didn’t ask me to save them. Wu Ming stopped and held his chin in thought for a moment, then patted his thigh and said: Okay! It has been decided that you will be the religious leader of these people!
He looked at Ah Cha, and the teenage boy suddenly panicked.
How could I, a scam anchor, become a religious leader!
The research and decision have been made, and it will be up to you to lead them from now on.
Who have you decided to study with?
