Chapter 1187

"You can't provoke people!" Wang Yong's voice was cold and his eyes were full of arrogance.

It's just a small person in charge of the division. Even if the boss of pidahaya's Mexico headquarters comes, Wang Yong may not be in the eye.

Since he met Lin Weichun, Wang Yong's vision has more than doubled.

"I can't afford it? The whole of L.A. and the people I can't make Franco? You're teasing me

"Are you kidding me? I'll tell you if you try?" Wang Yong responded lightly and stepped forward slowly.

Franco, on the other hand, shrunk his pupils and threw away a pistol.

Today pidahaya lost face, he must find it back! Otherwise pidahaya will not be able to get a foothold in Los Angeles in the future!

The best way to get back is not to use a gun or a knife, but to use fists just like the man in front of you!

Whoa, Franco tore off his coat, revealing the muscles inside. A group of Qiu knot together, such as iron pimple general let people live in awe.

That's why Franco became the head of the U.S. division at pitahaya.

He learned Mexican wrestling since childhood, and once won the championship of major wrestling competitions, but the title didn't get much money, so he had to go on this road in the end. Facts have proved that he went right. With his excellent fighting skills, he quickly established himself in pidahaya and was entrusted with an important task to become the head of the division.

"I don't care if you're a Chinese, a oriental or a Vietnamese. In a word, the number of Asians who died in my hands is not coming, and you are unfortunately about to be the next one. " Franco clenched his fist and looked proud.

He is not arrogant, but after countless practical conclusions. Whether it's Chinese Kung Fu or Oriental karate, it can't compare with Mexican wrestling!

Mexican wrestlers are known as "guardians of the sky"! When Mexican wrestlers use their skills, even God will suffocate them!

"Is it?" Wang Yong's pace of progress didn't stop at all. He walked to Franco as if he were in no man's land.

Next to Franco, there are a circle of pidahaya gunners, all of them aiming at Wang Yong.

"Put down your guns. You are insulting my reputation as a sky guard." Franco was a little angry at his men.

The men hesitated for a moment and put the guns down one after another.

"Please." Franco made a provocative gesture from a Mexican wrestler to signal Wang Yong to attack first.

Wang Yong smiles and shakes his head. Then he suddenly moves.

Bang!

It was as if the fighter jets burst out, the blazing air roared all over the street, and everyone's faces changed.

Including Franco.

Franco never thought that this man was so strong. Just a common punch is beyond his understanding of martial arts.

"No!" Cried Franco, turning and running.

But at this distance, even if Franco grows wings, he can't escape the attack of Wang Yong.

Poof!

Franco was run over by a speeding truck, and his whole body flew upside down and hit the wall.

There was an endless stream of clicks. I don't know how many bones were broken. Anyway, Franco no longer has the strength to stand up.

"I told you, I'm just looking for someone. What's the point of this? " Wang Yong sighed.

"Give me... Kill him!" Franco spat out a mouthful of blood.

The armed pidahaya Gang immediately raised their muzzle and the bullets spewed towards Wang Yong.

"Don't you know that your way of shooting is the most stupid way?" Wang Yong's voice became ethereal, as if he was no longer in the world.

The next second appeared behind the shooter who had formed a semicircle.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

As always, slap in the face, the difference is that this time it's all in the back of the head.

Seven or eight shooters felt a pain in the back of their heads, and then fell to the ground.

Until the second before fainting, they didn't know they were planted in such a playful way.

The night wind is blowing through the streets of long beach.

Discarded garbage and paper bags were blown all over the street, covering the pidahaya Gang lying on the street.

From the beginning of the long street to the end of the long street, no pidahaya Gang succeeded in stopping Wang Yong, even for a moment.

Franco could not help shivering as he watched the scene.

He didn't understand why there was such a terrible guy in the world. Single handedly picked over the whole pidahaya, is this still something that people can do?

Franco was desperate for a moment.

Pedaling, pedaling, a rush of footsteps came, but it was Yuan Lin who finally solved the problem of the little horse outside and rushed over.

Only when Yuan Lin saw a group of shooters lying on the ground, he was angry: "why don't you give me some?"

Dare to love this little son of a bitch also hit addiction, blame Wang Yong did not leave him a few.

Wang Yong only felt angry and funny. If he didn't see that Yuan Lin was far away, he would give Yuan Lin a big surprise.

Children learn how to fight!

When Franco heard Yuan Lin's words, he did not need to understand Chinese at all, so he guessed the meaning of Yuan Lin's words.

If he didn't have any strength now, he would like to dig a hole in the ground.

Bully people don't take this!

"May I say, what on earth have we offended you?" Franco asked Wang Yong.

Wang Yong took out his mobile phone and took the photo of Hu Li'er to Franco: "she."

Franco's face suddenly shook and he wanted to die.

It turned out that it was just a little girl he had met once!

This little girl did come to pidahaya's territory, yes, but she didn't stay at all! Moreover, the key is that the little girl is extremely evil. Several gang members once had evil thoughts, but when they got close to the little girl, they all convulsed and fell to the ground strangely, and they still haven't sobered up!

When Franco heard about it, the little girl had already left pidahaya's territory and didn't know where she had gone.

Because it was too humiliating, pidahaya and his gang all chose not to mention it, so as not to affect pidahaya's reputation.

This is the reason why the little black leader hesitated and denied after seeing the photo of Hu Li'er.

But who would have thought that such a denial would bring such a disaster to pidahaya.

Franco is now chopping that little black head for a purpose.

"My staff did see her, but she didn't stay with us at all, so she went elsewhere. She wasn't really with us." Franco's wronged and helpless way.

"Do you know where she went?" Wang Yong looked into Franco's eyes and continued to ask.

"I heard it's going forward. The area in front is called the light of God. Although the name is very nice, it is a slum ten times more miserable than here. Most of the people living there are homeless and unemployed, which is more dangerous... "Franco replied.

The reason why he emphasized "danger" was that he sincerely hoped that Wang Yong, the devil, would leave here as soon as possible.

He was terrified of this guy.

"The light of God?" Wang Yong looked forward and walked forward.

As for Franco, Wang Yong did not look at him again, as if he were just a large number of refugees in this slum.

This made Franco not only resentful but also slightly happy.

Yao Xingchen and Yuan Lin followed.

Wuwuwu, the shrill sound of police sirens accompanied by the night wind across the sky, a police car parked outside the pidahaya gang.

As soon as the door was opened, the police car jumped out one by one armed special police officers, walking cautiously towards pidahaya's sphere of influence.

A police officer at the level of police supervisor followed and urged: "hurry up! Never let Wang Yong have an accident in our jurisdiction! This guy is not likable, but once something happens, others will only put the blame on the LAPD! At that time, I can't go on as a director, and you can't think about it! "

SWAT can not help but accelerate the pace of advance.

This police supervisor is the director of the General Administration of Los Angeles. After the two policemen who were educated by Wang Yong went back, they thought about it and reported it to the police. Then the director of Los Angeles came in a hurry.

Even the CIA fell into the hands of Wang Yong. How can the Los Angeles branch survive?

The director is really afraid that Wang Yong's accident in his jurisdiction will not only lead to diplomatic disturbance, but also be criticized by the whole United States and the world.

"Never have an accident, never have an accident." The director of the Bureau kept crossing his chest and praying silently.

It seems that his prayer came to light.

In front of the scene, so that all police officers were stunned.

There were bodies lying on the ground in a row, extending to the core area of pidahaya.

"All... All dead?" The director of the Los Angeles Bureau shivered and felt that the night was colder.

"Report, sir. It seems to be alive." A special police officer came forward to have a look and report back.

"There's a living one? Come on, get to the hospital! I have to know what happened! "

"Well, sir. It's not a living person, but... All alive. It's just being knocked out. "

"Dizzy?" The sub director was a little confused.

He looked at several "corpses" with disbelief, and was surprised to find that they were all fainting and not dead.

"Who did it?" The director of the Bureau wondered and went on.

Then I saw Franco lying at the bottom of the wall, still standing.

"And he?" The director of the Bureau, Fu Zhixin, instantly understood who did it.

No wonder Wang Yong has been so powerful that he can win the CIA!

Franco laughed: "Dear director, are you going to arrest me? It's a pity that I just paid you the tribute tax last week. "

The head of the Bureau changed his face and said angrily, "Franco, do you want to slander me when you are dying? To tell you, this operation was jointly planned by the Los Angeles police department and Mr. Wang Yong! The purpose is to get rid of all your pidahaya and clear the law and order barriers in Los Angeles! Somebody, arrest him for me! "

SWAT swarmed in and took control of all pidahaya's gang.

The police officers who followed him looked at the director with great admiration. It turned out that the director had been playing a big game with Mr. Wang Yong! High, really high!

The director of Los Angeles quietly wiped the sweat on his forehead, secretly thinking about how to write the report after he went back, and how to divide the credit of Wang Yong. After all, such a big leak was picked up from Wang Yong's hands. It would be too unkind not to take Wang Yong with him.