"What's wrong, boss?" The younger brother on the side looked at the speechless black guy with some worry.
It was the first time I saw the boss’s expression fluctuate so much, just like a roller coaster.
"Go, have a few people spread the word that the Son of Fallen has been destroyed."
"That's not good, won't it make people think we're bragging?"
I don’t want to either! But I have no choice.
Lao Hei shook his head and said, "Stop talking nonsense and go quickly, and then let these people go to Arizona."
"Okay!" The younger brother understood that this was an early escape.
As expected of the boss, he has a far-sighted vision.
If you recognize him, you will definitely be targeted.
Although I don't understand why the boss did this, he must have his reasons.
Alas, the black guy sighed and stared out the window in a daze, taking the blame for this.
Fortunately, it’s not a big deal.
asshole!
Not long after entering Saint Lo, the hooded man from the Sons of Chaos received news that the Blood Gang had annihilated the Sons of Corruption. Pictures speak louder than words.
"Boss, what should we do now?" The man in leather jacket beside him was a little at a loss. He had finally come to support, but in the end the man was gone.
"The Fallen Sons are our brothers." The turbaned man said in a low voice.
"What do you mean?"
"We have to teach the Blood Gang a lesson." The man in the headscarf showed a determined look. If they turn a blind eye and do not fight back, who will take the motorcycle gang seriously in the future?
How are you going to get along in the future?
As a white supremacist and anti-black pioneer, there is no reason for them to be afraid of the Blood Gang, right?
If the other person is white, you can still negotiate with him/her; if he/she is Chinese, you can also make a gesture.
Are you talking about cracking down on organized crime?
There is no alternative but to do so.
Emptying the magazine is the norm.
"Let's go to the Blood Gang's neighborhood!" The turbaned man waved his hand, and the huge group of motorcycles behind him immediately started moving, like hyenas, looking for anorectal patients.
The south has finally settled down, but there are still many family members on the streets.
They have been very emotional and tense these past two days. Now that they have finally relaxed, they naturally want to have some fun. Those who want to sing sing, those who want to dance dance. Although they are poor and in a mess, they cannot lose their happiness.
Beams of light shone from afar, and the streets were filled with a constant roar.
It was a mechanical rhythm that made the man's blood boil.
Looking up, I saw the lights in the distance like a school of sharks, huge and terrifying.
"It's the bikers."
As soon as he finished speaking, gunshots rang out.
Bullets made craters on the wall, and the roadside soon became a mess, with a large number of members fleeing in all directions.
The motorcycles dispersed and started to fight in groups of three or five.
Shouts and gunshots quickly spread around the block.
A large number of family members came from all directions.
Soon a scene appeared on the streets, a chase between motorcycles and cars, and on foot against on foot.
The blood and fire that had been submerged reappeared in the south.
But this time, it's different.
Seeing that it was a motorcycle gang, the surrounding CIPS members also began to join.
The scale of the melee spread from one block to several blocks.
The police station received a report.
"You said the motorcycle gang from Jinshan is coming?" The black police inspector had just finished arranging the rescue and came back from the hospital when he received the news.
"Yes." The rookie also looked depressed.
"These bastards, send the police immediately and arrest them all."
I haven't had any rest for two days and two nights.
Now there are still people causing trouble. The police officers at the scene are very angry and start to organize their equipment one by one. They swear that no matter who they see, they will empty the magazine.
They received the news, and the major families in the city also heard about it.
My goodness, one problem after another.
"Damn it!" Stephen looked at the report depressedly. He just let the Blood Gang take the blame, and now he's being harassed by someone?
Is it because of myself?
Stephen had a splitting headache. All he wanted was An Ning. In order to clean up Li Zishu's mess, he had actually ignited a new fire.
The Sons of Anarchy and the Bloods are at war!
I am so worried. I have to continue working. When will it end?
Damn it!
"Fuck!" The leader of the Blood Gang was extremely depressed today.
It was already very frustrating to fight with CIPS and be stopped by Li Zishu.
Being robbed by the Fallen Son, he held his breath again.
In the evening, Stephen called him and made him take the blame for no reason, which made him even more angry.
Just take the blame.
As a result, some people are still trying to take the blame for this. This is really unacceptable.
It was clearly not me who did it, but the Sons of Chaos and the Sons of Corruption were in cahoots and just started beating me up without saying a word.
You want to refute it, but I don’t!
Your fucking subordinates all admitted it, and you say you didn't? You're the one being beaten, don't explain.
Where's my face? Should I beg for mercy and say, "It really wasn't me."
When the Blood Gang leader thought of this, he felt that it was unfair that he had suffered such a loss.
Stephen, the beast.
Is it useful to explain it to others?
I was taking the blame for the FBI. It was the boss who arranged this for me.
Do you think others believe it? Now everyone in the underworld knows that they killed the Fallen Son, an injustice that will last forever.
And the grandson who actually did it.
Are you guys human too?
"What do we do now, Boss?"
"Gather the men. If they want to fight, then fight. The Blood Gang is never afraid."
Saint-Lo is in chaos again.
Li Zishu came to the hospital at this moment and walked into the ward.
Scarface sat on the hospital bed. After all, lying down was not appropriate. He watched TV and ate fruit, looking very comfortable.
Ford was lying next to him, "Can you change the channel? I want to watch basketball."
“I want to watch football!”
Scarface did not compromise.
"You two really seem okay."
Ford gave him a displeased look and said, "Since I met you, I've been unlucky."
Li Zishu walked over, picked up an apple and took a bite.
"I am a patient! Watch your behavior." Is it appropriate to eat fruit from a patient?
"Then you should have a good rest. If you need anything, just call and arrange it!"
Scarface nodded and said, "I'll leave this period of time to you!" Then he looked at Xiya who was standing aside.
The elf girl nodded, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
"Are you two okay?"
"Small problem."
The Hound shook her head, indicating that she was fine. This kind of injury was the lightest she had ever suffered in her life.
"Okay, let's go back!"
For the next two days, Li Zishu did not go out as he was extremely busy. Without Scarface, the elf girl was very unskilled in handling household affairs.
Where to find renovation workers?
Checkout issues.
There is also the purchase of various furniture, which is really a worry for a soldier who only knows how to kill enemies on the battlefield.
There are some things that Li Zishu has to do himself. If that doesn't work, he'll just capture the old man's able-bodied men.
In the past two days, the scavenger finally found the sense of professional need, the real professional need.
Clean up renovation waste and take care of and replace the lawn.
The old man was extremely depressed. He was just an agent, an agent!
Not housekeeping, damn Li Zishu.
"Should I hire a secretary?" Li Zishu thought calmly.
“I can learn!”
After hearing Xiya's words, Li Zishu simply ignored them.
"By the way, boss, are you going to the mayor's dinner?"
"Of course, I promised before. When?"
"Five o'clock in the afternoon, at a private club outside Beverly."
It seems that the mayor has put in a lot of effort, but instead of holding the meeting in Dadu, he has to go to another city.
Beverly, home to the famous Beverly Hills, is synonymous with rich people.
It seems that the mayor is planning to attract investment or actually do something.
"Have the old man bring my car over, and we'll be leaving soon." It was already afternoon, and driving from the Saint-Lo metropolitan area would take quite a while. Li Zishu put down his phone and looked around.
He had developed a habit recently. After all, he always heard the hound talk about mad dogs, but this guy never seemed to cause trouble for him.
It's not just Mad Dog. Saint-Lo has been in chaos for the past two days. With the intervention of the FBI, the melee between the Sons of Anarchy and the Bloods has gradually subsided.
After a large number of people from both sides were arrested, the two sides gradually calmed down. In addition to the casualties, the Blood Gang also became obedient.
The Sons of Chaos even disappeared in the Saint-Lo metropolitan area.
He must have been hiding.
Li Zishu didn't care about these things.
"Has the General Atomics Predator arrived?"
"It arrived yesterday. The lab is retesting the new driving system."
Hearing Xiya's answer, Li Zishu nodded.
"How's the switchblade production in Israel?" He still remembered Wright's business. He had been so busy lately that he hadn't paid much attention. He planned to go out soon to repay Wright's favor. And last time in Thailand, and when Xiguanzi was in Vegas, Wright had helped him get the goods. He had to be honest. You can't just eat without treating.
"That's enough for the first batch!"
An example is nodding, "Where's the yacht?"
"Not long after leaving the Philippines."
Wouldn't that mean I'd have to wait a long time? It would take at least a week to get here from Hawaii. That's too slow. I'll have to choose a flight next time I go out.
"Why not take the Panama route? Why come from the Pacific Ocean? Let it wait for me in Cebu." Li Zishu muttered dissatisfiedly. At this moment, he was very curious about what this ship looked like!
In a motel on the outskirts of Santo Valley, a bald young man was drinking.
Victor, who was far away in Beverly, was also a little depressed.
Although the Sons of Chaos arrived as scheduled, strangely enough, they did not cause trouble for Li Zishu, but instead started a fight with the Blood Gang.
In his script, Yawen becomes the leader, and then under his instigation, he unites with the Sons of Chaos to fight against Zhiyuan. This is the correct way to open it.
As a result, the Sons of Fallen were gone, and the Blood Gang and the Sons of Chaos were badly damaged. Everything was beyond expectations.
Yawen shaved his head and watched the news of the past few days with depression. He knew that the Sons of Chaos had arrived, but unfortunately he did not have their contact information.
Ding Dong, the text message from the mysterious person appeared on the phone again.
【XXXXXXX】
This is a number. Looking at the number, Yawen hesitated a little, lit a cigarette, and took two deep puffs. He was desperate and had no family. At this moment, he was a lone wolf, and he had not lost his money yet, which was equivalent to a malnourished and disabled lone wolf.
With the mentality of giving it a try, he dialed the number.
"who?"
"My name is Yawen, may I ask who you are?"
"Yawen? I think I've heard that somewhere. Oh, and last time I spoke to your boss, he mentioned that you have a particularly fierce aura."
A gruff voice came from the other side.
Arwen frowned, "You mean our boss? Are you the leader of the Sons of Chaos?"
"It's me. I heard you were in trouble, so I brought some people here. I didn't expect to be late. What a pity. I had originally planned to have a nice drink with him."
"Thank you!" Yawen's voice was very low, but he did not regret his robbery.
Instead, he shifted the focus to other areas. If Li Zishu had not betrayed him, the boss would not have died, and his brothers were also killed by Zhiyuan's men.
"It doesn't matter. You're still alive. At least you left a spark of fire for the Fallen Sons. Where are you? Come and join us. Let's discuss how to deal with the Blood Gang. We've suffered heavy losses this time, and we can't just let this grudge go."
Blood Gang?
Yawen was a little stunned, "Shouldn't we look for Zhiyuan?"
"Why are you looking for Zhiyuan? Wasn't it the Blood Gang that killed the Fallen Sons? They all admitted it."
Walter's Fuck?
Yawen was a little confused. It wasn’t reported on the news?
Nonsense, the FBI cleaned up the mess and minimized the impact as much as possible. No photos were allowed, and no reporters arrived from the suburbs.
As long as someone from the Blood Gang says something on a certain website, it will be fine.
Blur the casualty count, and you're all set! Stephen is an old hand.
"It was Zhiyuan and Zishu Li who killed them, not the Blood Gang!"
"Are you taking drugs?" The man in the turban was very depressed. How did he get involved with Li Zishu?
"No, I'm sober."
"But the Blood Gang has already admitted responsibility for this incident, and everyone in the circle knows it."
The Blood Gang admits it?
Yawen felt full of malice. How could Zhiyuan let the Blood Gang willingly take the blame?
"No, I was there at the time. I went out to pee, and then the Zhiyuan people arrived. They attacked us with RPGs, causing a huge explosion of oil barrels. Everyone died. Because I was outside, I was shocked and almost fainted, so I escaped unharmed."
"So that's how it is? It's really not the Blood Gang?"
"No!" Yawen was very sure that he was not mistaken. Li Zishu had arrived at the scene at that time.
"So what should we do now? It was a police officer who killed your boss, the Blood Gang killed many of our people, and Zhiyuan wiped out the Fallen Sons. We can't deal with all three at once."
The leader of the Sons of Anarchy is in a dilemma. What should I do? Dealing with one is already a hassle, and now there are three!
"If it weren't for Li Zishu, Boss wouldn't have died." Yawen said in a low voice.
"Is it related to him?" The man in the turban was stunned. It was not that he didn't dare to deal with Li Zishu, but he had to have a reasonable excuse and be able to bear the losses.
In Jinshan, Liu Guangtou once approached him, but he refused, not because he was afraid, but because the price was too high.
"Yes, if it weren't for him, nothing would have happened. He must die!" Yawen gritted his teeth and was determined to avenge his brothers.
"But don't be impulsive. Li Zishu is not someone you can easily deal with."
Yawen naturally understood. A text message appeared again.
[Zi Shu Li will go to a private club outside Beverly this afternoon to attend a dinner hosted by the new mayor of San Lorenzo.]
Seeing this message, Yawen smiled.
"Now is an opportunity."
"What do you mean?" The turbaned man's voice became low.
"He has a dinner this afternoon and is traveling from the San Lorenzo metropolitan area to the suburbs of Beverly. This is an opportunity; we can strike on the way.
"Shengluo is his territory, he has many subordinates, and his family is heavily guarded. If we can't attack, we'll be courting death. But Beverly is different. It's the territory of the Quinlan family. There have been conflicts between the two sides, and the other party won't help him."
Yawen expressed his thoughts.
"What do you mean?" The turbaned man laughed.
"Killed on the way!"
That’s right, there are opportunities when they are out, not to mention that they are motorcycle gangs.
The highway is their territory.
"Okay. When? What do I need to prepare?"
"It should be soon. We must act immediately. It will be difficult to have such an opportunity again next time. Prepare some plastic explosives to use against cars. There is no time for anything else. We must set off immediately."
"Okay, let's meet up first and then ambush!" The man in the turban hung up the phone.
Yawen also packed up immediately, took his pistol and went out.
Li Zishu's convoy left the mansion, and Levin and Bob breathed a sigh of relief for the past two days.
The car passed the ring road, left the San Lo metropolitan area, and drove towards Beverly.
The weather on the west coast remains sunny.
There were quite a few vehicles on the road, and the traffic did not decrease as we left the suburbs.
It took about forty minutes to drive.
Just drive into Beverly's territory.
Li Zishu could see from time to time that on roads without surveillance, police cars were hiding beside trees on the roadside, secretly taking pictures.
"Bob, look behind, are there a lot of motorcycles coming?" The fat black man Levin looked at the rearview mirror.
"Damn it!" Bob saw it too.
A huge roar came from the road behind me.
Bob took a quick glance and saw a large group of motorcycles rushing towards him at full speed from behind.
The leader was a tall and strong man in his forties wearing a red turban.
The other person was wearing a black leather jacket with a striking logo on the chest.
A skull with a knife stuck in it.
"It's the Son of Chaos!"
"Why are these guys here? Aren't they fighting with the Blood Gang?" Levin screamed. It was terrible.
"They should be heading for Zhiyuan. Call for support immediately."
Bob shouted, what bad luck, he only had two days of free time.
Levine picked up the intercom and started calling.
The turbaned man raised his hand.
The two motorcycles next to me began to accelerate.
A thug in leather jacket pulled out a pistol, held it in one hand, and fired at the Chevrolet in front of him.
It's not very accurate, but this is the style of the motorcycle gang, speed and passion, motorcycles and pistols.
Full of violence and aesthetics.
"Fuck, they think we're from Zhiyuan!"
Levin yelled.
You don't need to explain, I know, damn it!
Bob's face turned grim. He was upset. We are the FBI!
"This time it's not about cleaning up the mess, it's about taking the blame!" Levin had a sad face and was about to curse when another leather jacket thug slapped the back of the car.
A plastic bomb was attached.
"Fuck!" Bob's eyes widened. "Be careful to avoid it!"
The vehicle turned suddenly with a loud bang.
The Chevrolet rolled in mid-air.
Fallen on the side of the road.
The group of locomotives quickly passed them without stopping.
"Fatty, are you not dead?" Bob turned his head with difficulty. His head was wet. He knew he was injured, and it was not a light one.
"My ancestors shed blood for this country, and now I'm bleeding too. I want a raise!" The fat man said angrily, pushing open the car door with all his might.
"It's over, Li Zishu is in danger!" Bob sighed.
"Something happened behind the boss. It's the Sons of Chaos." Xia started to pull out the gun.
"I saw it!"
Looking at the convoy ahead.
Yawen sneered, Li Zishu, you are dead this time, you must die.
The man in the turban was a little depressed. If he had known this would happen, he should have agreed to the group of Chinese people and collected the money first. He would not lose anything by doing the job now.
"Kids, let's go ahead and show Zhiyuan's yellow monkeys that the road is our home turf!"
Oh oh oh!
Roar, roar, roar!
A group of strange cries rang out.
Pistols, submachine guns, Uzis, and all kinds of firearms that can be used with one hand were taken out.
What's more, he let go of his hands and lit a Molotov cocktail.
Everyone rushed towards Li Zishu's convoy excitedly.
"Boss!" The Hound nervously reminded in front that it was not easy to deal with so many motorcycles on the road. If only one of them came up and had a bomb attached, it would be very dangerous.
"Calm down, let the cars behind you move aside!" Li Zishu smiled.
"I'll make these idiots understand that fear comes from insufficient firepower, but I don't exist!"
[Open the weapon platform! Start automatic scanning.]
[Receive instructions, weapon module activated! ]