Chapter 53

When Huck opened his eyes, he was frightened to find that he was hung upside down on the chandelier on the roof and fixed in a cross shape. Before he could react, there was a deep-seated pain in his limbs, which made him scream involuntarily.

"Oh, wake up? You're in good health. You wake up so fast. " Sharon tied the last knot, slapped her hands, came over and said with a smile: "don't worry, the good play is ready to play."

"You bastard, son of a bitch..."

Huck spewed out a series of unpleasant words, but what he said was words that Sharon couldn't understand at all. Instead, Monica couldn't stop. She picked up the vase and patted it directly on Huck's head.

"Calm down, beauty, don't be so impulsive." Sharon hurriedly stopped Monica. "This behavior doesn't match your momentum. Besides, you killed him, and the one behind you will be angry."

After being hit so hard, Huck woke up.

As the saying goes, a hero doesn't suffer immediate losses... How can a man not bow his head under the eaves

Although Huck has never read much since childhood and has never heard of similar words, as the leader of the gang, he still knows this truth.

So Huck immediately changed his tone and said pitifully to Sharon, "brother, we have no grievances. My toom family has never been in trouble with you. Today, as long as you let me go, no matter how much money I can give you... And women, what kind of women you want, I can find them for you, as long as you can spare my life... "

Sharon blinked and looked at Monica suspiciously, "what does this grandson say?"

Monica glanced: "what else can you say? Beg for mercy. Said, as long as you let him go, the money and women are yours. "

Sharon smiled, squatted down and patted Huck on the cheek with a pistol: "don't beg me for mercy. I'm just helping. The real debt collector is behind you."

With that, Sharon flashed aside. Then Huck saw a white man with white hair but still tall and strong, holding a bow and limping in from the door.

Huck was a little confused. Because he stood upside down, he didn't recognize Rambo for a moment. Until Rambo squatted down and let him see the cross scar on his face.

"Is that you?" Huck was shocked and looked at Rambo strangely. "You were that night... You didn't die!"

"Yes, I'm not dead. I'm back from hell." Rambo said slowly in Spanish, "now I'm going to give you everything Dora encountered, completely, bit by bit."

With that, Rambo took out Dora's picture and lit it in front of Huck: "of course, when doing all this, I will be Dora's face."

Looking at the smiling young girl in the picture and looking at the expressionless Rambo, Huck's body couldn't stop shaking.

He knew very well that he could not live tonight.

Zakrik was at the scene when he cut Rambo's face that day. And I ordered everything I did to Dora.

It's a good thing to have a good time.

But Huck was unwilling. He was the boss of the toom family and controlled the whole city of Sanchi. In time, I will be the next Gabriel family.

What's more, which Gang doesn't force good people into prostitution?

Why are you fighting so hard?

Why can't you bear it like other Dalits and honestly accept your destiny?

Huck earned his red eyes and stared at Rambo. Rambo didn't talk any more. After pasting Dora's picture on Huck's forehead, Rambo took a knife and began to cut Huck's face.

He wanted to carve a big cross on both sides of Huck's cheeks.

The shrill scream echoed in the room. Monica moved her neck uneasily and whispered, "time is tight. Kill him."

Sharon played with his pistol and said carelessly, "OK, you tell the tough guy."

Looking at Rambo, who was working on Huck as if carved, Monica swallowed her saliva: "forget it, don't disturb him."

Huck was just going to pretend to be a tough guy. Yes, even if he screamed in pain, it wouldn't be a shame as long as he kept yelling... Right?

But only two minutes later, when Rambo was ready to cut his belly, Huck couldn't hold on completely. He howled with runny nose and tears: "no, please, give me a pleasure... Yes, don't you always want to know who sold the girl to me? I can tell you, just give me a good time, ah... "

Rambo put the tip of the knife against Huck's heart and said in a deep voice, "I promise you, as long as you say the man's name."

"Scott!" Huck shouted, "the girl was first pulled into Scott's bar, and then sold to me after they became obsessed with it."

Looking at Rambo, who was still expressionless, Huck said in horror, "what I said is true... Please, you promised..."

Before Huck finished, Rambo stabbed him in the heart.

Huck made a "cluck" sound in his throat. With a large stream of blood gushing from his nostrils and mouth, he had no breath at all.

"Scott!" Rambo stood up and said to Sharon, "you can go. The next thing has nothing to do with you."

Sharon directly swung his fist and knocked Rambo to the ground: "listen, are you talking about people? It has nothing to do with us now! Fart, I'll take care of it to the end. "

Monica looked at Rambo sitting on the ground with her nose covered and shook her head: "although I understand your mood, what you just said really hurt people."

"I apologize," Rambo stood up and held out his hand to Sharon. "Former Green Beret, John Rambo!"

Sharon took his big rough hand: "Sharon, special agent NIA!"

Monica also held out her hand: "Monica, former national intelligence officer."

Sharon looked at Monica in surprise: "what you told me was my real name?"

Monica shrugged: "of course, like you? Liar! "

Sharon smiled, looked around and said, "the tooms have left us a lot of good things. Let's clean up and let Scott's bald head taste fresh."

"I've long liked a good thing."

Rambo looked outside, lying in the courtyard full of bodies, with an armored car parked at an angle.

On top of the armored vehicle, there was a heavy machine gun.

So two hours later.

When Scott's house had just settled down and most of the guards and bodyguards were asleep, an armored car roared in.

An old tough man with a red ribbon on his forehead was shooting wildly around with a heavy machine gun.

Looking at those gangsters like rice under a sickle, bursting with blood flowers, falling to the ground one by one, Rambo felt some regret.

If only this heavy machine gun were replaced by an anti-aircraft gun.