Los Angeles under the night sky is flashing with star-like lights. The light illuminates this huge city, very beautiful. But if you think about it from another angle, Los Angeles, which flashes lights in the dark, has become a different look, as if someone has dug up holes in the supposedly dark world...

In fact, over the past few days, Los Angeles has indeed begun to become riddled with holes, because the cancer in this city that has never been cleared has finally reached its onset.

In a warehouse in the wandering area, there was a square table under the dim light. Ruan Jing and his four subordinates sat on one side of the square table, and on the other side, Saas, who had completely wiped out the wandering area. At this moment, the dim lights used this table as the boundary to separate the two groups of people, just like the border between the two countries.

There were many people standing behind Sass, with a lineup of more than twenty people filling half of the warehouse, and there were only four people standing behind Ruan Jing.

“at-man.”

This is Ruan Jing's opening remark. With such unequal strength, he opened his mouth to Sass and shouted a disrespectful title: "I have encountered some difficulties. I just ate a batch of arms recently. There is not enough money. I want to borrow some money from you."

Sass looked back and laughed constantly. In the end, Sass smiled and was very happy: "The gangsters were looking for the gang to collect protection fees, Vietnamese monkey, you refreshed my understanding of this world."

"Borrow money, right? OK!"

Sass reached out and patted the table: "Look out your yellow ass and lay here, I promise you can take the money back."

Hahahahahaha...

A burst of laughter came out, and laughter came one after another in the lineup of more than 20 people, and what they were thinking about was a very dirty picture.

At first, Sas was wondering how Yue Qing, who had no intersection with him, would have made an appointment with him, or on his territory. Now he knew that Ruan Jing was crazy. This guy who was called the "mad dog" by the Los Angeles gangster was really crazy.

Ruan Jing did not laugh, but raised his eyebrows arrogantly. He reached out and unbuttoned one by one. In just a while, he unbuttoned his windbreaker. Then, slowly, slowly lifted the windbreaker with his right hand. On top, five military-style defensive grenades lined up from top to bottom, and then opened the other side, where five grenades were also hung there.

Swish.

The temperature in the warehouse dropped sharply, and the group of Armenians pulled out their pistols and their smiles disappeared. After seeing this scene, Sass stared at him and asked, "What are you going to do?!"

"Idiot, what do you think I'm going to do?" Ruan Jing had just finished saying this, when the person behind him handed a gun and a Colt python.

The next second, Ruan Jing took out the silencer from his pocket of clothes, completely ignoring the black hole of the twenty pistol muzzle opposite him, and twisted the silencer: "Who was laughing just now?"

"Oh...I've found you."

Ruan Jing picked up the corner of his mouth, and the Colt python aimed at the other party’s head!

"Ruan Jing, you're crazy! Even if you're the one who shoots now, my people can kill you!"

Ruan Jing didn't say anything, holding it in one hand and reaching it into his arms with the other.

Boom!

He slapped a grenade, pinched the insurance piece tightly with his left hand, and then raised it high: "Sas, I really want to see how you killed me..."

Bang!

The muzzle was sprayed with flames, and an Armenian, less than two meters away from Ruan King, suddenly shook. A ball of blood was shot along the back of his head and was brought out by a bullet that flew out of his head. The blood spread in the air, and then fell like a mist. Then, everyone was stunned.

The moment the body fell, every Armenian remembered his loud laugh just now, but this laugh could never have appeared again.

After the shot was fired, Ruan Jing stretched back his hand holding the grenade. The Vietnamese man behind him handed over the grenade. Both sides were very careful whenever they let go of a finger, but these made Sass and everyone behind him look frightened.

Sars is a typical nester. He has long forgotten his original intention of not expanding and accumulating strength for so many years. Otherwise, he should have launched a general attack on the El Salvadors last year. But until this second, the Boss, who was sitting on the golden chair in the Armenian region, still did not move anyway, which only shows that he is used to comfort. When a tycoon in the martial arts world is used to comfort, his courage is the first to shrink.

Bo.

After Ruan Jing transferred the grenade, he pulled one off his body and still held the insurance tablet desperately: "Fat Pig, I'm not a Russian, and I don't want your sales channel, but I'll get one point for your business, not much, a year, ten million, first."

"Have I said it clearly enough? If you hear it clearly, I will immediately write a cash check. Look, I will consider it for you more and I don't want old cash bills."

This time Ruan Jing laughed. He was very excited and laughed wildly in the trembling state, as if he had seen Sars had no courage to fight back.

"Why!"

Sars asked, and he only asked one.

Bang!

Another gunshot, and after the gunshot, the second body fell down. This time, Ruan Jing hit the other party's heart: "You can bet that you will shoot me after I kill a few people, and then my people will release the grenade and everyone will finish playing together; you can also bet that your Armenian neighbors will notice that something is wrong after the first gunshot, and call the police. But I promise that if you can't get the money today, no matter which of the two results appears, you will die in this warehouse."

Ruan Jing is not as greedy as Siberian. He doesn't want to swallow the Armenian area. This is a lunatic who only costs money, and only one year at a time. But a little smarter person can detect the trick in this matter. If Ruan Jing opens his mouth and is afraid that SAS will bite it, he will probably bite it out. No one can tell what the ending will be. After all, SAS is also a big shot in the world. On the contrary, 10 million US dollars is not painful or itchy for a Armenian area that has been in the world for twenty years. SAS will never fight for such a little money. As for the reputation he lost, does SAS care? He has no competitors in the wandering area!

There is no big shot in this world who still adheres to the attitude of whoever refuses to accept or destroys him after he comes out. So if he does, he will die sooner or later. Looking at the history of the American gangster, from a three-dimensional perspective, every big shot will change his style after becoming famous, and he likes to be a kind of person who is both profitable and face-saving.

This is SAS's weakness, and Ruan Jing happened to see this weakness. He, a gangster who doesn't know what to do tomorrow, doesn't care whether he can get money for next year, because it is not necessarily true whether he will live next year.

"I forgot to tell you, if you want to take revenge, it's OK."

After Ruan Jing said this, the other three Vietnamese people behind him took out m16 under the cover of windbreaker. Sass was stunned. He could see that these people were all carrying big guys, but he never expected anyone to dare to use weapons of this level in Los Angeles. Once this thing fired, it would not be just the police. The army would pounce on him every minute. At that time, no matter how powerful the gangster was, they would be wiped out.

"I just happened to want to try how powerful this batch of newly bought guys are." Ruan Jing was almost laughing crazy, with grips on his face.

Sars stretched out his hand, and an Armenian handed over the checkbook. He wrote down a check worth ten million dollars and said, "You can leave."

Snap.

As soon as the check was torn off, Ruan Jing snatched it. He said frantically: "God's belongs to God, Ruan Jing's belongs to Ruan Jing." He changed the saying that belongs to Napoleon, just as Napoleon snatched the crown from the pope and created the saying "God's belongs to God, Napoleon's belongs to Napoleon'.

"Thank you."

Sass looked at Ruan Jing's departure back and said viciously: "From tomorrow, all goods in the homeless area will increase their prices!"

"In addition, no one is allowed to tell this. I can't be the only one in Los Angeles!" Sass said viciously.
Chapter completed!