In the luxury restaurant, Sass was sitting at the long dining table and was reading some information. The dining table was placed with candlesticks made of sterling silver and some decorative flowers.

SAS, wearing a floral shirt, is looking at a set of data. This is a proof of the data proposed by the US crime prevention agency. This proof proves that Obama wanted to promote the gun ban policy that he wanted to vigorously promote before he stepped down. The data set is written like this: There is a population of 318 million in the United States, but there are at least 300 million guns. This set of data just confirms a famous saying in Texas, they say, "Don't invest in assets that will depreciate: d-day ves, lies, loats,—uk-s (abbreviatedly means don't invest in cars, planes, ships, women), buy guns and land if you want to buy it." So, what is the response to this sentence? It is another set of data. This set of data is that one out of every 100 people in the United States serves in prison. If calculated based on this population ratio, there are at least 3 million prisoners in this country serving their sentences, but most of these prisoners have dealt with guns.

"Wavess."

"Mr. SAS."

"boss."

When lunch time came, the SAS restaurant was bustling, and some guys with long hair and deliberately permed into curly hair came in. The group would remind people of the hairstyles of early Colombian-Drug-Owl in Hollywood movies, except that they had a European face.

"Look at this set of data." Sars threw the data on the table: "Our President uses this set of data to prove that firearms have damaged American public order."

“Bad talk.”

"Black people know what policing is?"

A sarcastic voice came from the restaurant of Salvadors, but Salvad sneered and said, "I think he is right. If there is no gun, I would never dare to shout 'i-don't-give-a-uk-a wave' at the El Salvadors back then."

"At least the gun gave me courage."

When Sas said this, he no longer had the excitement of being young and strong. At the same time, he also forgot that he was the first one to stand up and fire at the El Salvador. It was Doco.

The guys who entered the restaurant looked at each other for a few moments, and when they didn't understand how Sass began to support the black president, they sat down with doubt.

The SAS family is lively. In addition to these core characters in the restaurant, there are also a few in the living room playing games next to the 52-inch wall-mounted TV, and some making coffee in the kitchen. There are about 20 people in the entire mansion, which really has a great taste.

"Do you know why I said that?" Sass glanced at everyone and said softly: "I used to be like you, young and energetic, never afraid of anything, and dared to rush forward on the streets with bullets. But decades later, I find myself stupid. Like those idiots in the early days of the founding of the United States, are you really heroes? What if you win? How much gunshot wounds on your body hurt? Only you know how grinned and howling in the middle of the night. Now I don't want everyone to have guns, I just hope we have guns. You don't understand what it feels like to kill the enemy without bloodshed, looking at property, health, and brothers without any loss."

"It's like solving multiple disciplines?"

The flattery of Sars reached the right place. He raised his head excitedly, and proudly stretched out his finger to point at the person talking, "You are right!"

coax.

There was a burst of laughter in the restaurant. One of the guys understood that he seemed to say with the most vulgar expression: "No wonder Boss hoped he had a 'gun' while his opponent did not."

“Hahahahaha…”

The restaurant was filled with laughter, and some people burst into tears. They were reaching out to rub their eyes.

After laughing, the guy leaned against SAS said, "Boss, I have something to tell you. Some of the subordinates recruited by Doko have returned to the Wandering Area. They said they were unwilling to serve that family; and some guys who had no chance on weekdays left the Wandering Area and defected to SAS to help their transportation business. How to deal with these two things?"

"What do you mean?" Sass looked at his right-hand man.

"I think it's better to give those who come back. As for those who leave, I don't care."

"Who is leaving?"

"The thieves in Vicodo, they can't make any money here."

Sass curled his lips and said without comment: "Kill them all."

"What?" The understatement surprised the subordinates next to him. Today, the Armenian president did not get angry. Why did he speak so ruthlessly?

"Do you have any questions?" Sass leaned back and asked the servant to put the beautiful plate and silver knife and fork into place, and then looked at his subordinates and asked this question.

At this time, as the well-deserved top leader of Armenians, he must be colder than anyone else. In the world of gangsters, you can not allow anyone to come back and leave whenever you say you want.

"yes."

The warm atmosphere in the restaurant is cold. The country of gangsters, which is rendered by blood, seems full of legend, but once you are in it, you will find that it is not the case at all. Because no one here knows how to let the person who clenched his fists let go.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Before the meal came, Sass still had a smile on his face, but the whole atmosphere turned into another in the blink of an eye.

Anyone must admit that SAS has all the temperaments of a hero, including the heart that ordinary people cannot have, which is contemptuous.

The night comes in the silent flow of time. This is the busy time for the working class to end the day. They want to have a quiet rest or soak in the inflatable swimming pool in the yard that has been sunburned for a whole day. This is the life of the poor in the wandering area.

RB music sounded on the quiet streets, and several children kept stirring up water and playing in the water. In the yard surrounded by barbed wire, this was the only toy that the family could be happy.

"Hey, you're squeezing the water into my ears."

"You won't hide, idiot."

Armenian couple in swimsuits sit on the edge of the air cushion in the inflatable swimming pool and are smiling. In their eyes, their children insult each other in such an event is not an exaggeration. This is a friendship between brothers. Even if they are only about ten years old.

"Dear." The slightly fat woman, holding a cigarette roll in her mouth, tugging her hair that was soaked by water, turned her head and looked at her husband with a stubble face and whispered: "Will you get angry with Sars when you leave Doko? In their eyes, is this a betrayal?"

"Shut up." The man responded very unhappily: "What do you know? Sass needs us. His battle with the Doco family has just entered a period of intense heat. Now is the best opportunity for the bottom-level fish to take the opportunity to get to power."

The woman retorted: "Why did I hear that Duoco has failed?"

"Bad, what failed family did you join and do your best to recruit soldiers? Let me tell you that the Doco family controls the business in Beverly Hills, and they need more staff, and I. I have worked for them for a week and I know all the operating modes. SAS will send people to me. At that time, I will be the first man on this street to pick you up with a Cadillac."

Good wishes will always be talked about late at night, but the thoughts deeply trapped in longing will no longer tell them that the night is also sinful.

Squirt.

A brand new black Cadillac sedan really appeared, and it stopped on the street in front of the barbed wire. When the door opened, the long-haired man in a black T-shirt walked out of the car.

The man soaked in the pool had already begun to stare from the moment the car appeared, and after seeing the guy's appearance, his face was filled with excitement: "He is here, Sass's people are here!"

"Hey. Punk, my brother, I have something very important to tell you!"

Punk took out a cigarette from his jeans pocket, held the lighter in his other hand and tilted his head away from his long hair to light the cigarette, then reached out to the man in the pool and said, "Let's talk."

The man had already stood up when Punk was not speaking, his blue swimming trunks were tightened to him, and some things seemed very annoying: "It's necessary to talk." He was so happy that when he got up and wanted to climb out of the pool, he suddenly remembered something and picked up the woman next to him and kissed her hard, as if a company that was about to collapse was attracted by venture capitalists and crawled out of the pool.

He walked to Punk and said excitedly: "What do Sass want to know?"

"Is it the next plan of Doco's? I don't think this is very important. They don't seem to care much about the golden chair, and just want to do their business more secretly."

"Or...you should know the secret of Duoke's business? Then you have found the right person. They have no one in their hands. After we leave their family business, they have to do the delivery life themselves..."

Punk sucked two cigarettes from his mouth, and then sniffed out a sip of cigarette butts and saliva. At that moment, he reached out to his back: "Sass... asked me to give you a word, he said that he didn't like betrayal."

The man stared at the hands that Punk was carrying behind him, watching the other party sucking something hard, but the next second, when a black pistol appeared in front of him, the distance between the muzzle and his nose was so close that a smell of gunpowder came in...

bump!

A gunshot.

Blood burst out after the bullet rushed into the man's head.

null.

An adult man in his thirties fell backwards by bullets. After he fell down, Punk's vision widened. The family, who was still laughing just now, was stunned at the same time. The fat woman opened her mouth wide and sat in the same place without moving. The two children turned their heads and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Who? There are gunshot music in the middle of the night. Why don't you move to the black area if you are so miniature about gang music?"

Punk shouted at the window where the sound came from: "Shut up, huh! This is summer in the wandering area!"

Buzz!

The Cadillac car roared and left the block, and in the pool, there was only a family that had been completely stupid.

"Dad, we should call the police. I saw the man's face." A sad conversation came from the family who was thinking that the neighbor's house was too noisy: "Shut up, that's Punk, the gunman of the SAS family. He was a wanted criminal in the police station three years ago!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!