DC Tyrant

Leon and his buddies stared at the shiny Colt Python revolver.

With...with...with a gun?

This was not the process he thought.

This man does not follow the routine.

Leon looked at Bardi with an ugly face. He wasn't crazy, so he wouldn't take this python revolver.

Suicide ghettos can be messy, dirty, and often dead.

But to kill a person in such an upright manner, even a pig would not do such a thing easily.

If this can be done, then there will not be a large number of civilians entering here to survive, and there are some rules here.

This rule does not allow a person to be shot in broad daylight.

He also doesn't have enough ability to ignore the arrest of the police. He is just a gangster who wants to enter the venue, and he is not a gang leader. He can make people feel guilty. Once he takes the pistol and shoots because of anger, he will be real in the future. To hide in the East, unless a gang takes him in.

Leon blushed and stared at Badi angrily. He had already regarded Badi as a rich and noble family who came to find his happiness.

The behavior of rich people is always abnormal and unpredictable.

He didn't dare to do anything to Badi, because Badi's outfit alone didn't look cheap, plus his own temperament, revolver, and Xiong Zhuang's bodyguard.

He had to spit angrily on the ground next to him, and glared at Bardi angrily: "Go away."

Then he turned around and beat the alcoholic. At the end of the fight, he took a few people away. Before leaving, he solemnly threatened to warn the alcoholic: Either repay the money, or return the goods, or see him once a day and beat him once a day; Badi looked like a little gangster who was showing off his power.

When Leon turned around, there was still anger in his eyes, he glared at Badi hatefully, and he snorted out of anger, quite annoyed that the man in the white trench coat was teasing him like this.

Buddy watched Leon go away with admiration. This young man has winks and intelligence. He can bear anger, understands the form, and is not reckless. He is also a charismatic leader who can make a group of young people follow him. As a fledgling, he was deceived by this alcoholic old river and lake for the first pot of gold.

"Pay attention to him, in the future, you may be colleagues." Buddy put the revolver back into Mike's waist, and looked at the alcoholic underground.

Mike looked at the group of young people who were angry and went away, and scolded in his heart, Mahler Gobi, was favored by the boss, and another group came to grab food.

This can't be done, you have to talk to them first, I'm the boss's first dog leg.

Mike thought to himself, how can he let others take his job, how can he tolerate the chance to become a superman from himself!

"Get up." Badi glanced at the drunkard and said.

A few young people seemed to be punching and kicking, they were very hard and fierce, but they didn't hit the key points much. The drunkards are also old Jianghu. Lie down on the ground to rest for a while and then recover, you can move.

Through the messy long hair, the drunkard looked up at Badi, his turbid eyes watched Badi stand up like a giant.

He suddenly got up quickly and staggered from the ground, wiped the blood from his mouth a few times, stopped his injury and coughed, his eyes glowed, and he asked in surprise: "It's a family, is it a family? Come to me! "

Bardi didn't know what kind of organization the family was, but he just looked at this sloppy alcoholic, and he smelled of cheap alcohol.

His right hand rubbed the palm of his left again, and said, "Find a place to talk."

The drunkard was overjoyed, his stooped waist seemed to be quite straight, he was surprised by his words, and thought there was something important to discuss, he looked around, like a secret agent afraid of being discovered.

"Go to my house, my house."

The drunkard was very happy, and took Badi back to his house step by step. For fear that Badi would disappear when he turned his head, he often walked backwards and boasted of his glorious deeds.

Only then did Badi know that the family the drunkard was talking about was actually a gang, a gang created by the upper-class people of the metropolis for their convenience. The baptism of some upper-class people's struggles turned into a 'family' gang.

The home of the drunkard is naturally not very good in this suicide slum, a four-sided dilapidated house, the walls are shed with specks of mud and dust, revealing the masonry walls inside, and half of the second floor is still hung and washed white. clothes.

There is a prison-like window with iron branches, and inside, there is a skinny boy of thirteen or fourteen years old who is reading a book.

The drunkard obviously knew that his home would not be very comfortable, so he asked Bardi to wait at the door first, and then he went to the house to deal with the messy scene.

Buddy stopped at the door and let him enter the room to deal with it.

"Go find that young man named Leon and let him join my command. When I understand the situation here, I will control this place. I need people." Badi's figure is Yuanding Yuezhi, and he has been rubbing the palm of his left hand with his right thumb. , thinking never stopped, or decided to rule here as soon as possible, sprawling from the suicide ghetto to the urban center of the metropolis.

Mike replied. He didn't expect his opponent to appear so soon, so he still had to invite him himself. This kind of **** is really **** up.

But he didn't dare not to finish it. Compared with this, it would be even more tragic to leave an impression of incompetence in front of Badi.

Mike turned and left.

As for how to find Leon and others, it is naturally up to him to find them.

As soon as the alcoholic enters the house, it is not to deal with the chaos of his house.

But when he saw his son sitting on the only cleanest chair, his anger immediately rose from his heart. The bottle wasn't broken, it was a 'bang' sound, the son was caught off guard, the yellowed book in his hand fell to the ground, and his head hurt so badly.

The drunkard kicked his son to the ground with an angry kick, causing his hands and feet to bruise and bleed. When the rags were opened, there were all kinds of bruised wounds on the skin and flesh. Obviously, he had suffered a lot in the past. abuse.

He grabbed his son's collar with one hand and roared in a low voice: "How dare you sit on this dirty chair! I have raised you for more than ten years, and even if you go to sell your butt, you won't even give me a sip of wine, how dare you sit on a white-eyed wolf like you? My chair? Eat my meal? Read useless dead books all day."

"Listen, get me into the hut, close the door, don't come out and delay my business, I sold your kidney."

The thirteen or four-year-old boy breathed hard for a moment, his face turned pale with panic, and he couldn't care about the pain of being kicked. There was a big bag of severe pain on his head, and he didn't even care about the book, and climbed from the ground into the small room next to him. , close the wooden door like a dead tree.

After dealing with his son fiercely, the drunkard squeezed his face again, and with an amiable, flattering smile, invited Badi to enter the house.

It's just a little strange in my heart why the bodyguard disappeared?

Bardi waited for the chair to cool down before sitting down.

The drunkard asked impatiently: "May I ask which family are you from?"

"It's not a family, I just want to ask about the situation in Metropolis. If you answer well, maybe you can follow my command. If you answer mediocrely, you can get a few hundred dollars."

Bardi said calmly.

The alcoholic was shocked, he knew it.

This is the new family's challenge to the old order, just to get a little information, maybe the person in front of him came from another city.

The drunkard's heart suddenly became hot, thinking of the humiliation in the past, and his breathing became a little heavier.

If he can make a contribution when he fights the world, it is from the minister of the dragon, and the benefits are countless.

As for failure, he has already failed once, no matter how he begged for mercy.

"I understand, I understand, I know." The drunkard's eyes brightened.

Badi nodded, his eyes swept over the drunkard in front of him slightly, glanced at the environment, his eyes stopped on the book on the ground, the book was often turned yellow and the pages were rolled up.

"Quantum Theory"

"I can help you. I used to go to big cities to work hard. I don't know if you have heard my name."

The alcoholic licked his lips, really wishing that he had come to recruit him because he heard his name.

"My name is Lionel Luthor," said the alcoholic.

Ok!

Buddy raised his eyebrows, turned his eyes away from "Quantum Theory", saw Lionel Luthor's eager face, and then looked behind him.

In a crack of the door, there was a look of hatred and resentment. This look looked at his father, then turned to Badi, and met Badi's.

The boy's pupils shrank, his eyes were hidden in the darkness of the room, and he closed the door with a soft 'smack'.