DC Tyrant

Mike took the initiative to step onto the stage, and when he saw Mike angrily took out the dagger from his waist and rushed towards Bardi, he had already acted, and slightly threw the green saber dagger, which was covered in blood by Leon, and took it from Bardi. The side of his body protruded, the green saber held the handle of the dagger, the muscles in his hands swelled, and the waist sank with force, which resisted the strength of the Mai Li dagger.

"Calm down, put your head back, maybe there is a heartbeat."

Mike sneered coldly, and roared Mai Li, who was already furious, like a beast, and glared at Bardi.

Badi looked at Mai Li, who was stabbed, with an indifferent expression, standing still.

Of course, there is no way to hurt Bardi with a dagger. Mike doesn't have to shoot, and Bardi is also unharmed.

But this is a matter of attitude. Mike can see it very clearly. Bardy needs someone to deal with some things that don't require him to take action. These things are within the scope of his Mike's ability. What is the use.

Mike is also very clear that as much as he has the ability, he can do as much as he can.

He may not be able to catch bullets with his bare hands. This kind of thing is not done by humans at all, but it is still easy to stop one or two ordinary people from attacking the boss with a dagger.

There was a loud sound of 'earning', and the white light above his head shone down, and the two daggers slashed hard. When they were separated, a gap appeared on Mai Li's dagger.

The angry Mai Li squinted his eyes wide, and his black complexion was full of anger and twisted anger. If he wanted to kill Bardi, he had to pass over Mike first.

"what!"

Mai Li roared like a madly angry hedgehog, with blue veins on his arms suddenly slashing towards Mike with a dagger.

Mike tightened the handle of the saber dagger with a bit of sticky blood in his hand. He narrowed his eyes and faced Mai Li. The moment the daggers collided and staggered, Mike used a force-releasing technique on Mai Li's dagger. Unloading it to the side, Mike's saber dagger spun in a circle in his hand, returned to his palm, and with a downward stroke, cut off the aorta of Mai Li's wrist, and blood spurted out, dyeing the stage red.

Mike kicked his knees, bent Meili's knees, and half-knelt on the ground. He pulled the other hand of the angry Meili behind his back again, tightly restraining his arms, and the saber and dagger was placed across Meili's neck.

He is an experienced mercenary with a hundred battles, and it is easy for a gang boss who is somewhat reckless and has lost his cool.

In just two or three seconds, Mai Li, the second gang leader of the Brotherhood, was already under Mike's control. He severed the artery in his wrist, and blood spurted out, but he still held the dagger in his hand.

In the end, Mike kicked Mai Li's dagger with his foot. His palm was no longer able to hold the dagger. The dagger flew off the stage from his hand, slashed the ground, and fell in front of Jeterly's feet.

"stop!"

Jetley roared loudly, his eyes trembling, and his heart was terrified.

The eldest brother who had been leading them in the past had only one head left on the stage.

The second brother was cut off the aorta in his hand, and the blood flow was like a column, and the blood filled the air, stimulating everyone's olfactory nerve.

Under the stage, the fraternity gang members who were surrounded were also panicking, their breathing was tight, and they were holding a number of different Thomson guns, UZI9mm light submachine guns, and a large number of pistols. The firepower is already very powerful for ordinary police stations. .

Even the police station in the suicide ghetto doesn't want to mess with this kind of gangster, and that's why they don't fight enough.

"Let go of him, are you courting death? Mai Li died, I want you all buried with me."

Jetery's eyes were red with anger, and he yelled angrily when he saw his second brother's lips that were white because of too much blood flow.

The fraternity men under the stage also cooperated with him, all guns pointed at the stage.

The three brothers have a deep relationship. They have risen in the suicide slums. Along the way, they have experienced ups and downs, and they are triplets with each other. The deep feelings are well known.

Someone once tried to hurt Jetley, and his eldest brother and second brother did not hesitate to kill other people's homes in order to retaliate.

They don't care what others do, but they do have deep feelings that can be sacrificed for themselves.

"Fine, kill him."

Buddy's cold voice came from behind Mike.

He originally just planned to find the boss of the Brotherhood silently, ask him to surrender and become his subordinate.

It just didn't occur to him that the fraternity boss would shoot him directly, as if he had mad cow disease.

In this case, Badi doesn't want to accept him anymore. Without the brotherhood's boss, although it is a little troublesome to rule the members of the Brotherhood, it will not be too difficult. Badi just wants to spend less effort.

If you have to work harder now, then all the leaders will die, and you will recover it yourself.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mike swung the green saber and dagger horizontally in his hand, slashed Mai Li's neck, and kicked his back with his foot behind him, kicking the blood-splattered Mai Li off the stage. The bloodstains were shocking.

After doing all this, Mike quickly rolled on the stage, and with a vigorous posture, rolled over to the corner of the stage, curled up and hid at the bottom of the stage, and fell Leonra in the corner to the ground.

Buddy didn't blame Mike for running so fast, but secretly praised that this subordinate was good.

It is enough for him to do his own thing and to do his own thing within the scope of his ability.

For the rest, he couldn't stop bullets, and it would be stupid to stay on stage.

"Miley!"

The gunshots rang out intensively along with Jeterly's screams of terror. Jeterly caught his second brother to the ground with cracked eyes, and blood was scattered all over him.

Mai Li stared at this dear brother, his throat gurgling blood flowing out, his whitish mouth opened, his lips trembled and he wanted to say something, because his vocal cords were torn and he couldn't say anything. , lips trembling all the time.

Jetery was tearful and grief-stricken, staring at Mai Li who wanted to speak, his tearful cheeks pressed against his face, he sobbed: "I know what you want to say, Mai Li, Miley, I'm a smart kid! Smart kid!"

Hearing that Jeterly understood his meaning, Miley breathed a sigh of relief, his whole body softened, and he died convulsively.

Jetli cried and cried, his teeth cracked, and there was a deep and unresolved hatred in his eyes.

At this time, the gunfire stopped.

The turbid rise of gunpowder smoke frightened everyone's hearts.

Everyone stared at each other, their hearts were beating in awe, their hearts were pumping, as if they were about to suffocate.

Buddy's right hand was full of brass bullets, and he picked up a bullet in his hand.

A finger lasing, piercing the air and blowing a person's head off.

"From today onwards, I am your boss, do you have any dissatisfaction?"

Buddy glanced at the people present, there was a black man who wanted to escape because he was too frightened, holding a bullet and lasing it out again, his body was knocked seven or eight meters into the air, and his head was rotten into a ball.

The fear in the hearts of everyone suddenly grew, and some people shot at Badi who did not believe in evil, and Badi shot him a bullet and sent him to the west.

The rest of the people had cold hands and feet, saw the full bullets in Badi's hands, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, dropped the gun in their hands, knelt on the ground and raised their hands.

"Clothes."

"I do."

"You will be the boss from now on."

"Boss!"

Buddy nodded, very satisfied, the bullets in his hand fell on the stage, and there was only one bullet left in his finger, pointing at Jetley.

Jeterly knelt down on his knees suddenly, kowtowed to Badi, and shouted in fear: "Don't kill me, I'm the third boss of the Brotherhood, I can help you quickly lead the Brotherhood, and I can do anything for you. ."

His head bowed, his face twisted and hideous, and his eyes were filled with hatred and resentment.

The head is low.

'Pong. ’

This smart brotherhood's third eldest brother, who offered advice and suggestions to lay the foundation of the Brotherhood, eventually died at the hands of Badi.

"I don't need a goujian."