Chapter 1064

Everyone knows the jokes in the headlines of the Paris newspapers during the restoration of Emperor Napoleon. This joke is very true. Even if it is rumored by later generations, it is also a category of realistic literature. Its value is the same as some popular Soviet jokes today, and it is a treasure of human cultural history.

The moral level of night city media is lower than the average value of the industry. It is already at the bottom of the valley. If it is worse, it is not a simple media, but a terrible public opinion and ideological machine. Such a power structure can not be built up by night city, a soft bone media, unless Osaka company is transformed into an oligarch.

It was only two o'clock in the afternoon after the speech. One hot and dry day, everyone went to the wolf nearby for a drink. Just after a bottle of wine, the younger brother of the gang sent a message to the leaders that the Sixth Street Gang was coming.

Before I finished reading the short message, the roar of the engine outside and the noise of the street shook the glasses.

Jack yelled, "get down!"

In addition to Lu Zongping and others, teacher Bian Ning and I, the rest of us all went to the bottom of the table. The experienced ones could find a relatively safe corner by themselves. It's the gift of the night city residents.

Before the oncoming motorcade reached the door, the roaring metal shrapnel had already rushed in from the four walls. The heavy rain in the bar broke all the utensils into mud, and the noise rolled over like rolling stones, crushing the tympanic membrane.

I grabbed the whisky glass and took a slow sip. Let the projectile jump on the surface of the body, just like water hitting the surface of the umbrella. A long pointed automatic rifle bullet hit me in the throat and rebounded to the bottom of the cup. When the glass broke, I got rid of the dregs and wine, took the defender's light machine gun at my feet, and walked towards the door step by step.

The door of the bar was closed, but now it's barbed. In the afternoon, the fierce sun came in from the bullet hole, and the flying brass bullet was like a noisy bee, flowing with the reflection of honey.

Kick the door open.

The soldiers of LiuJie Gang rode motorcycles and drove pickup trucks. They were all wrapped with bullet chains. When they saw me, they washed my face with gunfire.

I laughed and yelled, "fuck you, what are you doing here, Rambo?"

Shoot with a gun.

Several men came out from behind the collapsed door of the bar. Lu Zongping, Bian Ning, wolf, Naruto and Jonas were not ordinary people. Unfortunately, except for Mr. Bian and Mr. wolf, the others were all at the theatre. Naruto, in particular, took apart a packet of potato chips and began to chew. When the bullet fell on his body, it lost its kinetic energy and fell down.

Three of them stood close to the wall, leaving my good friends to fight back.

Mr. Lang is a ninja, but he's a Saibo ninja. His figure disappears in a flash, and then the purple light of the sword lights up in the team of LiuJie gang. His killing is just a moment, like a chameleon that gets into the air, and only appears at the moment of the sword. He is a master ninja who really masters the art of invisibility.

The wolf carries three swords all year round. Two of them are ancient swords, and one of them is made of modern technology. They are both famous swords, so it is not necessary to use a second sword to kill.

And my dear teacher Bian Ning, he opened fire around freely with both left wheels, just like when he protected our students, he said that he was just a mediocre teacher, because he despised the low-level violence, but this did not prevent him from having excellent shooting skills.

He stood side by side with me.

I tried to get in front of him.

Mr. Bian didn't refuse. He just handed over the two guns from both sides of my shoulder and fired. The sound of the left wheel with muffler was dull. He shot very fast and changed the ammunition very fast. He always wanted to knock a small drum in my ear. After a pause, he continued to knock the drum. Every drum beat was on the right side of the body's eyebrow.

"Six Street gangsters! This is the only person who dares to trouble me! Go home and have your milk

Valentino's younger brothers came after the news and surrounded from the rear. The shooters of the Sixth Street Gang were seriously injured and killed, and some of them tried to run away by car. The motorcyclist, with dozens of bullets on his back, was like a leaky spoon with a tomato can. He was lying on the seat of the car bleeding, and his hands were still clinging to the accelerator. He rushed into the alley and finally collapsed. Armed pick-up trucks run over the bones of the dead to start the engine. Valentino's younger brother grins and raises RPG on the roof. The blast wave damages the windows of two streets.

Some of them tried to escape on foot. When they got into the residential building, they would disappear. A few unlucky men half reached into the window and were smashed in the head with a shotgun by the brave Haywood people.

The most elite people of the Sixth Street Gang are here. They want to catch all the big men of Valentino who are gathering with wolves. Success is living, failure is death. Now they are dead, and LiuJie gang has become a negligible cloud in history.

Later people will tell me that the queen of night city shot the pestilence and pests on the street with machine gun, and gave the citizens a good public security environment. For those who died in the process, I prepared simple funerals for them. Most of them are no longer remembered.

The Sixth Street Gang soon became the first gang to be destroyed, and the expansion of Valentino undoubtedly brought a new atmosphere. Mr. Bian said that he wanted to build the gang into a team with fighting power, organizational power and firm belief. The students he taught over the years joined the gang one by one, and soon took over the important position. The old people in the gang who were obedient would leave a life for the aged, and those who were not obedient would be washed away directly. This incident makes Heywood's undercurrent turbulent, but under the action of the plot, after all this, the summer of night city is still not over.

Valentino has registered a new company, named wuyouxiang, which covers dozens of fields, including construction, entertainment, logistics, military industry, biology, communication media, etc. the stalls are very large. In fact, it is not a normal company structure at all. It is a power machine. When I take office as mayor of the night city, I will take over all the functional departments of the whole city one after another. The legal person of the company is me, but the actual executive officer is Mr. Bian Ning. As Lu Zongping said, this guy is really good at playing this game. It's not like a teacher at all, it's like a professional rebel. It seems that he has been waiting for this day, and the preparation for it has been so detailed that it is inconceivable. However, it seems that he does not fully value this career. For him, carrying out these complicated organizational work is like picking fruit under mature fruit trees, showing a skilled posture. He never tells us his origin. He is as mysterious as Lu, but I am very grateful to him, no doubt. After the fall of LiuJie Gang, the second victim was the street sweeper who had been poisoned for many years. I hate these kidney cutters most. How many good people are harmed by them. I think a friend of mine, who was sold the super dream on the street, spent a lot of money to get it. As a result, the malicious program in the super dream file knocked people unconscious. When he woke up, he was lying on the ground naked and waiting to be slaughtered. What do you say about the world! My friend bought Chaomeng out of kindness, but he was cheated by the cleaner's downline. If it wasn't for me... That friend's extraordinary skill might have wasted his good life. These people who cut their kidneys are all a bunch of softs, and they just stare at good people to cheat. It's not bullying honest people! No, absolutely not. We have to line up one by one and shoot them“ Boss, what you say is what you say. Let's do it The brothers in Wuyou Township all smile kindly.