After the gunshots in the alley, several Harley motorcycles and Yamahas roar with strong engine sounds. The lights pierce the darkness like bayonets. Not far from the alley, on the road with dead leaves.
A younger brother hurriedly got off the motorcycle and pulled out the Colt M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol from behind his waist.
The Colt M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol is almost standard in their gang.
Nothing else, there are discounts when buying too much.
My younger brother walked vigilantly, rushed over to the alley with the Colt M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol cautiously, saw two black men and a dancer shot to death by Chen Ha. He walked over and then found a black body that was pulled out of the trachea and severely tore off the artery not far from the corner.
Seeing the black man's body whose trachea was pulled out and his major artery was broken, his face couldn't help but wrinkle, and a little chill appeared in his heart.
What kind of monster did they encounter to deal with them like this?
This is too cruel.
"Boss Joton, here, White and the others are dead." Without too much observation, my younger brother went out of the alley and reported to the leader of Harley Motorcycle.
This area is the jurisdiction of their bloody chariot gang, and gunfire sounds can't be tolerated in this area.
"What's going on? Who dares to shoot in King County, my bloody chariot gang, damn, I just gave the money to the group of stinky pigs in the police station to ensure 'peace' here. What's wrong now?"
On the Harley motorcycle, he was wearing a black leather jacket, nearly two meters tall, with a thick face, a thick beard, a bald head, staring at a pair of fierce bloody chariot gangs, and cursed in anger, and stepped off the Harley motorcycle.
"It was White and the others, they were killed." The younger brother led Yoton to the alley.
Yoton frowned, and the tall figure walked into the alley with several people. Seeing the two black men and dancers beaten to death by Chen Hai, he said in a hurry: "Is it targeting our Bloody Chariot Gang? Who is the fucking seeking death?"
Yoton kicked the black man's body that was shot to death by Chen He very irritably, and kicked the body over.
"There is also here, boss." The younger brother pointed at the corner and took Yoton to find the black body whose trachea was pulled out by Haer and his major artery.
"Are you demonstrating to me? Find him out and find the murderer for me. I want to clear his asshole well so that he can know what the consequences of getting involved in the Bloody Chariot Gang." Yoton roared in anger.
This community has always been chaotic and orderly, and is ruled by their bloody chariot gangs. They even communicate with the police station, so they cannot cause trouble to the police station.
Now there are four dead people, and it is possible that other gangs from unknown places have crossed the line, which makes him very angry and unhappy.
He must handle this emergency before the police station comes, otherwise it would be too troublesome to waste his cooperation with the police station.
"Boss, someone may see the perpetrator nearby." A younger brother looked around and saw that the lights in many houses were lit up until many people must have seen the perpetrator committing the perpetrator.
"Go and find me witnesses, I want to know who made it." Yoton yelled.
My brother immediately turned around and looked around the surrounding houses. The rooms in this community are not close or far away. If you really see the situation on the second or third floor, there will be at least several people.
The younger brother looked around and looked out from the window and looked at the people inside the room who were waiting for him. He took out twenty dollars from his pocket, raised it up, and shouted loudly:
"Fifty dollars, tell us the murderer you saw, twenty dollars are yours."
The eyes that popped out of the room were a little ready to move, but they were still afraid of the Bloody Chariot Gang. They looked at each other with hesitant faces, and in the end no one dared to take a step.
"One hundred dollars, you know, our Bloody Chariot Gang has always protected the safety of the community. You can still live here so safely because we don't let me pull you out of the house and point your gun at your head to get the answer I want."
The younger brother took out another hundred dollars and shouted loudly, with a slight displeasure in his face and tone.
"One hundred dollars... If you can pay two hundred dollars, I can tell you where the murderer left, maybe you can catch up with him." A slightly drunk white man's face popped out from the second floor of a small villa in the distance and shouted loudly.
"Richard!" Someone in the Bloody Chariot Gang recognized the person who was talking.
Yoton looked at the younger brother next to him, and the younger brother immediately explained: "I used to be a firefighter, but now I am an alcoholic alcoholic. My wife is lying on the hospital bed and has a son named Andrew."
My younger brother is Richard's neighbor. Sometimes he even heard Richard abuse his son and beat him from the next door.
"Yes, come here." Yoton nodded with a calm face.
It was so easy to earn two hundred when I heard this, and the others who looked out of the window felt a little regretful and a pity.
"I'll come here right away." Richard, who was already slightly drunk, lit up his eyes, quickly retracted his eyes from the window on the second floor, walked from his house to the first floor, opened the door on the first floor, and his shoes were not tied, and he ran to Jodon and others with a breath of alcohol.
"Two hundred dollars." Richard reminded.
Joton turned his head, and a little brother took out the two hundred dollars and threw it to Richard, and reminded him in a dangerous voice: "What you better say is true, otherwise..."
I pulled the Colt M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol.
"Of course, I drank at the moon and watched the whole audience." Richard quickly followed the 200 dollars on his chest, put the 200 dollars into his chest pocket, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said:
"He is an Oriental, probably a Chinese guy. He is not dressed, appears like a Terminator, and is ridiculed by the people of your gang."
"???" A question mark appeared on his head of Yoton and his subordinates of the Bloody Chariot Gang.
Yoton even felt being played with, and his face was distorted with anger and smile: "Do you mean an Oriental Terminator killed three members of my Bloody Chariot Gang?"
The younger brothers around him looked very unkind. The younger brother who had just thrown the two hundred dollars on Richard's chest had already raised the Colt M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol and pointed it at Richard.
"No, no, he has nothing, and is not wearing clothes, but just poses in a Terminator position. In fact, one of your gang pulls out his pistol from his waist, accidentally slips his hand and throws the gun in front of the Oriental. I can see clearly when I drink there.
The Oriental was very cruel and shot and killed three people, then chased the escaped person, like an evil ghost, and buried himself on his body and killed him.
Then, that Orientale, you extend this road and the Orientale is shot. This is his blood mark, this is his blood shed. You follow the traces of blood and may be able to catch up with him in time." Richard pointed to the blood marks that Chen Hai had put on the wall and said, "I have seen so much."
Joton and his subordinates immediately knew that what Richard said was true, so they quickly extended the bloody handprints on the ground and the wall, rode on the motorcycle, and chased after him.
In the distance, there was a police sound coming towards the alley.
Chapter completed!