Volume 1 I am a gangster Chapter 1 The Widow Maker

"One sheep, two sheep—three hundred and eighty-one sheep—"

Li Chui was lying on the bed, his eyes tightly closed, thinking silently in his heart.【26nbsp;】

"Shh-" Finally, he sighed, gave up the ineffective method of counting sheep, and opened his eyes that were dry due to constant tension, "Is this another sleepless night?"

Turning on the bedside table lamp, the incandescent lamp made it even more difficult to open his dry eyes. It was still very cold in March. He put on a coat, sat at the bedside table, and took out the "Civil Service" from the drawer.

"The Encyclopedia of Interviews: One Hundred and Eighty-eight Thousand Six Hundred and Thirty-Two Questions", I started flipping through it randomly.

The civil service interviews will begin tomorrow.

His anxious state and mood made it difficult for him to continue reading seriously. Every word on it was like tadpoles, densely packed, and it became even more disturbing after reading it for a long time.

At this time, the mobile phone next to the table rang, the sound was loud and noisy, like a broken gong.

Li Chui picked it up and took a look at it, frowning.

"Turkey! How many times have I told you, if anyone calls me after ten o'clock in the evening, I will stab him in the ass tomorrow! Do you insist on challenging my patience?"

A weak voice came from the other end of the phone: "Boss, I - I didn't mean it. The skinheads came to grab the territory. Brother Turkey was chopped up. I called you as a last resort. If you don't come to Deepwater Street,

Our territory is gone.”

Li Chui cursed, his eyes turned red and the blood vessels on the back of his hands bulged, "I got it!" and hung up the phone.

It has been three years since Li Chui graduated from university. He has a lofty and admirable goal to be an outstanding policeman comparable to 007 or Schwarzenegger.

However, since he only graduated from a third-rate university, the only way out was to apply for the police examination through the society. In three years, he passed the written examination three times, but was blocked from the interview three times.

The reason is that he suffers from mild depression! At the same time, he also has very obvious machismo, which makes it difficult for him to concentrate on answering the interviewer's questions seriously during the interview.

Machoism has a strong expression**, which just covers up the shortcomings exposed by his mild depression, so he can be said to be a contradictory person, but outsiders cannot see it. At most, they only feel that he is a bit frivolous.

In the past three years, he has worked many jobs, including being a salesman, a salesperson, selling insurance, and even delivering food, but none of them lasted long. He was not afraid of hardship, but he didn't like being pushed around by others. He felt like a dog.

In the end, he made a resolute decision and continued to fool around with a group of brothers from his college days. In the world-class city of Deep Sea, he started to work as a gangster and formed a society called "The Hammer Party".

If he was working in the underworld, he could become a great boss, but in his heart he yearned for the calm and exciting life of a policeman, which made him a little disgusted with the underworld, but he was unwilling to leave his brothers alone, so he treated the underworld

His work was also extremely slow.

From the beginning to the present, the Hammer Party's only territory is an old street, Deepwater Street.

Deepwater Street is located in the city center. It was once a concession in England. Many buildings still retain the Nordic architectural style. However, the houses are old and due to the development of new areas, most of the people living here are old Deepwater people.

Deep Water Street is similar to an ordinary pedestrian street. There are shops, restaurants, bars, karaoke bars, clothing stores and even a small vegetable market on both sides. It can be said that it is fully equipped.

It was just before eleven o'clock at night, and the back alleys of Deep Water Street were peaceful. Tonight, the skinheads, a foreign force, were going to argue with the Hammers, a force on this street.

Talking about numbers means negotiating.

The Hammer Party has been in Deep Water Street for more than two years. The boss, Li Chui, used to frequent every shop. However, due to the recent preparations for the civil service examination, he has not seen anyone in the past two or three months.

The skinheads on the street in the new district next door have been forced to have insufficient territory, so they set their sights on Deep Water Street. After two months of observation and constant provocations, they found that the boss of the Hammers was afraid to show up. They were very excited, thinking that he was a third-rate gangster.

Gangsters, ready to find trouble and take over this street.

In the middle of the street, two groups of people were confronting each other. One group of people were all bald, and you could tell at a glance that they were skinheads. On the other side, there were about twenty young people standing, with faces that looked like they were new to society.

The leader had fiery red hair, wore a tight black shiny leather jacket, and carried two watermelon knives in his hands.

Opposite was a bald man in his thirties, followed by more than thirty people, and three vans behind him. The dazzling light shone through the gaps between the people.

The red-haired young man squinted his eyes, fearing that he would be outdone by the skinhead boss across from him. He puffed out his chest and pretended to be arrogant, "Zhang Tian, ​​when did you get a broken van? How about lending it to my buddies for fun?"

"Turkey, stop talking nonsense, will your boss come?"

The red-haired man had a stern look on his face: "Brother Zhui is a person who does big things. Do you still need him to step in to deal with a small role like you?"

"Hmph, do you mean you have the final say here?" Zhang Tian, ​​a skinhead, broke his hands, and the joints made a cracking sound, which was scary.

"Of course, I, the double-sword turkey, am also the second in command of the Hammer Party. You can fart if you want."

"Okay, there are rules for everything. Yesterday, my little brother came to the Deepwater Street bar to have fun. Did you hit him? How do you settle this debt?"

Turkey smiled disdainfully: "Bald man, you are out of your mind. Your little brother comes to the bar? If you want to find one, go to Hong Guifang. The bars on Shenshui Street are all very formal, no! He was the one who ruined the place first.

I just stopped him from doing this."

"Hmph, what do you mean by this? Do you want me to get my little brother's blow in vain? Tell you turkey, I will pay you thirty to fifty thousand yuan, and set up ten or twenty tables at the Peony Hotel. I will pretend that nothing happened, otherwise

I'm not welcome."

"Three to fifty thousand? Fuck you, give it to me!" Turkey took a step forward, the watermelon knife in his hand shining brightly. The people behind him also took a step forward, and they all showed their hands.

The skinheads were not even afraid. Taking advantage of the large number of people, they began to push each other with the hammers.

Zhang Tian had a ferocious smile on his face: "You mean there's no more talk? Brothers, fuck him!" He said and rushed forward first, locking the turkey's arms with two big crab-like arms, making him double

He couldn't use the knife, and because he was tall and fat, he hugged the turkey like a little chicken and was instantly thrown to the ground.

When the Hammers saw their dicks being knocked to the ground, they rushed forward one after another. At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "The boss is here."

Zhang Tianzheng was sitting on the turkey's waist and was slightly startled. Looking back, he saw an electric car with full power coming from behind like a strong wind.

The speed of electric vehicles cannot be underestimated, and can reach up to 40 kilometers per hour, which is much faster for normal people to walk.

There was a person sitting in the car, his long hair was blown by the wind, revealing an almost distorted face, a pair of dark circles, red eyes, a high nose bridge, bulging nostrils, and a mouth covered with thin

Bearded, pursed lips.

"It's the boss! The boss is here -"

Someone in the Hammer Party recognized Li Chui, the leader of the Hammer Party, and was greatly encouraged.

The electric car passed through the narrow gap in the bakery workshop without slowing down, and after knocking down several skinheads on the handlebars, it hit Zhang Tian with a loud bang, who was unresponsive.

The electric car had great momentum at a speed of 40 kilometers, and Zhang Tian's body weighing more than 180 kilograms was instantly knocked down. The electric car also tilted to one side, the bumper of the front car was deformed, and the wheels were spinning.

Li Chui jumped out of the car. People around him were still panicking. He rushed forward with lightning speed and came to Zhang Tian. He grabbed his neck collar with both hands. With a loud cry, he pushed forward with all his strength.

Lifting, explosive force erupted from the body in an instant, lifting Zhang Tian's fat body above his head and slamming it to the ground.

He opened his bow from left to right and punched Zhang Tian twice in the face. The blow made Zhang Tian dizzy. Only then did the skinheads react. Seeing that their eldest brother was beaten, dozens of younger brothers showed their watermelon knives and struck iron.

Chains and steel rods are coming up to fight Li Chui.

Li Chui raised his foot, aimed at Zhang Tian's crotch, and kicked it down.

"Ouch——"

Zhang Tian screamed like he was killing a pig, his face was the color of pig liver, his eyes were bulging, saliva was spraying from the corners of his mouth, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

"do not move!"

Li Chui took out a butterfly knife from his waist, quickly and skillfully made several beautiful cuts, and stabbed Zhang Tian's thigh with one knife. Lao Li's butterfly knife was specially made, with a slit in the middle, and the blood passed through the slit.

Squirt out.

Zhang Tian screamed again, and the intense pain was transmitted to the cerebral cortex. Seeing the blood spurting on his legs, he felt frightened and frightened.

Li Chui pulled out the knife and put it against Zhang Tian's crotch: "Don't move. This knife is called the Widow Maker. If anyone dares to take a step forward, 'Little Zhang Tian' will be gone."

"Don't come here, you bastard!" Zhang Tian yelled when he saw that the skinheads still wanted to come forward.

"Brother Zhui, what do you want?" Zhang Tian was frightened by Li Zhui's sharp methods, and his heart was trembling. He didn't want to be a eunuch.

Li Chui sneered twice, saw the turkey next to him getting up from the ground, shook his head repeatedly, and said: "Zhang Tian, ​​our Hammer Party generally don't argue with others, but if you are aggressive, we are not easy to bully. Remember,

Even rabbits will bite when they are anxious."

"Yes, yes -" Zhang Tian broke into cold sweat on his head and nodded repeatedly.

"How about you take thirty to fifty thousand yuan tomorrow and hand it over to the turkey at the bar?" Li Chui pushed the "widowmaker" hard in his hand.

Zhang Tian felt regretful and cursed secretly: "Who the hell told me that the Hammers are easy to bully?" He said, "Okay."

Li Chui chuckled and moved closer to Zhang Tian. He looked at him with a pair of bloodshot eyes and dark circles, which frightened Zhang Tian so much that he did not dare to look at him.

"Don't play tricks. If I can take your little girl from ten thousand troops the first time, there will be a second time. Do you understand?"

"understand."

Li Chui put away the knife, pushed up the nearly broken electric car, and left with the Hammer Party members.

The two skinhead boys quickly fought with Zhang Tian: "What should I do, boss?"

"***, what else can we do? Go to the hospital! Don't tell your sister-in-law this - it almost made her a widow."——

Deep Water Street, Charming Bar. The lights are dim and the cello plays a low, melodious and long sound, which sounds very bourgeois.

The Hammer Party had just won a battle and came here to support Li Chui and order drinks.

Li Chui sat in the middle with his big horse and golden sword, looked at Turkey, and said seriously: "Turkish, you are not young anymore, you can't use such dirty and hurtful methods to trick me out every time, didn't I tell you before?

? No one can disturb me after ten o'clock in the evening."

Turkey took a sip of beer disdainfully: "Do you think you are the boss of the Hammer Party? You spend all day reading in your room, do you really want to be a policeman? Come on, brother, you are a gangster."

"Brother Hammer, I'm sorry. It was my idea and it has nothing to do with Brother Turkey." A fat man with a green crew cut said apologetically while holding a beer.

Li Chui shook his head and sighed, thinking to himself: "Forget it, I can't sleep at night anyway. Drinking some wine might help me sleep. Oops - I seem a little hungry." Then he remembered that he hadn't eaten dinner yet.

"Sao Baojian, go buy me two portions of egg fried rice and thirty skewers. The account will be charged to you. Forget it. I haven't had dinner yet."

Sao Baojian's face twitched and he left a little unhappy.
Chapter completed!