Chapter 1876

After being out for so long, Seyol certainly knew what happened to oneself now. Don't forget, he is a native of New York, and this land is where Superhero first appeared and was the first disaster. If at this time, he still doesn't know what is going on in front of him, then he can only say that when a hole was punched in his head, he might have broken his brain.

His brain is not broken yet, so he knows exactly what oneself should do now? Wagging for mercy. If it works, he really doesn't mind trying it. But he knows very well that even if someone like oneself is begging for mercy, he will never get a good end.

Vigilantes who used to haunt the chaotic neighborhoods of Hell's Kitchen would do it habitually. Or just give you a pleasure, just like Punisher, a sweeping sweep to send you to hell. Or it would just break the bones of your whole body and throw you at the door of the police station while recounting your crimes. Just like Daredevil.

Although with the fall of New York, these Vigilantes have already left here with the people. But I have to admit that their existence really impressed the gangs in New York.

This impression makes all gangster bosses make a fairly uniform response when they realize this happens, that is, shoot.

This is normal. After all, even if there are many capable Mutants, not everyone has the ability to receive bullets. Superhero is also human. Except for the characters on the upper level of the Superhero Pyramid, there are few Superhero that can withstand the burst of bullets. Therefore, as long as the firepower of these gangs is strong enough and the suppression is strong enough, then even if the guy in front of him is what Superhero, then he may not be able to give oneself to the group.

By the way, it’s not uncommon for Superhero to be beaten as a dead dog by a gang. For example, Punisher, isn't there a history of being taken down by gangsters?

This is a temptation and a warning. If he could kill the superhero in front of him, then Seror would definitely not be any kind. And if it doesn't work, then take this as a stern warning to warn him not to intervene in what oneself shouldn't.

He hopes that the situation is first, but he also understands that the second situation is not impossible. People who dare to interfere with this kind of thing are more or less somewhat capable. If they are beaten to death like this all at once, let alone the disturber, I am afraid that he himself will have an unexpected feeling.

He was mentally prepared enough for the second situation, but he never thought that the development of the matter turned out to be in the third direction.

Although his horsemen very obediently took out their guns and pulled the trigger. Some people even took out a foldable submachine gun from the windbreaker. However, such a rain of bullets did not at all cause any trouble to their targets. They can only watch a fuzzy silhouette that is not clear at all flashing continuously in that small space, performing some unknown action at a speed faster than a bullet.

This kind of feeling is like encountering some kind of special spiritual event. Although their fingers are still pulling the trigger continuously, but in their hearts, they have gradually lost the desire to continue attacking.

This made the gunshots become rarer. When the assailants holding the submachine guns also completely emptied the bullets in the oneself magazine, this frenzied bombing situation finally stopped temporarily.

Everyone present was very curious about the result. Not only those of the Skeleton Gang desperately want to see the results of own, but even the little Mourinho family desperately want to know the final answer.

For their family, this is a major event related to their life and death, and of course they will attach great importance to it. What surprised them was that the worst situation in their minds, not at all, appeared before their eyes. The Asian mixed-race customer still stood there straight, even saying, full of mockery.

He has a piece of fried beef in his mouth that has not been finished, and a plate in his hand. From Mourinho's perspective, only the bottom of the plate can be seen. But from the perspective of other people, you can clearly see that it is almost full of bullets.

Every one of the shriveled warheads seemed to be pinched with large steel tongs. They were placed on an oily plate, mixed with brown and black meat sauce on it. At first glance they looked like something Kind of food like fried insect pupae. Those who like it may drooling, and those who are afraid may even start to numb their scalp.

Muninho’s women certainly don’t like terrifying foods, but at this time, they don’t have any feeling of broken heads and tingling, because for them , Is the last hope. On the contrary, the gangsters at this time are unavoidably numb. Because until this time they finally realized the seriousness of the problem. A guy who can play with bullets like peanuts is not a character they can handle.

No one knows why oneself provokes such a terrifying guy. Some timid guys have even begun to retreat in their hearts. It can be said that if not their Boss, Seryol is still staring at the guy in front of him like an angry bulldog, then maybe someone has already turned around and fled at this time.

They are a gang, not an army. No one can expect them to maintain much discipline and strictness in this situation, especially under the premise that they are still a group of sloppy blacks.

Serel knew this well, so he was already full of fear in his heart, but on the surface, he still maintained a oneself tough attitude.

"Who are you? What do you want to do!"

Although his attitude is very tough, but at this time, he is also impossible like before. Hit take action.

That's making trouble for oneself, and it's also pushing all of them up the cliff. No matter how arrogant he is, no matter how crazy he is, he will not do such stupid things that only fools can do. So he restrained oneself and began to plan to use verbal communication to solve the problem in front of him.

There is not much hope. Because many people understand a truth, that is, most people who are willing to be Superhero are not so easy to persuade. A person who can bend for profit will not choose to do this kind of thing, because if they have this ability, bank robbery is their best choice.

When Superhero no one pays them, there is no dime. And if there are still people who are interested in such a volunteer, then they can only say that they really love the job. And if it is love, then who can give up oneself due to a little bit of petty gain?

Séyel understands this, but he still wants to try it. Because he could see the tenderness on the face of this Asian mixed race. It is easier for a youngster who seems to be young to persuade him than to persuade those veteran middle age persons. As long as there is so little possibility, he doesn't mind making some unplanned concessions.

Yes, give in. Although the little Mourinho is very important to him. But he is not completely indispensable. Compared with his own safety and the interests of the entire gang, the interests represented by Mourinho can be completely renounced. As long as the other party expresses some wishes in this regard, then he really doesn't mind everyone shaking hands and making peace. But the question is, is the purpose of the other party really like this?

Little Shane, who played a diners from start to finish, gave an answer that he couldn't accept. At this time, Xiao Shanen first swallowed the beef that was still dangling in his mouth, and then wiped oneself's oily mouth with the back of his hand, and said something like this to Serel.

"Who am I? So far, I should still be a disgusting eater. And if you ask me if I want to do and so on, then I want to ask, when When you eat, there is a fly flying wildly in front of you, even when continuously provoking you, what do you plan to do? Pull the chair and invite him to have a meal, or find a fly swatter and slap Take it into a QR code?"

Although he did not answer Seror’s question head-on, such rhetorical questioning has undoubtedly demonstrated Xiao Shanen’s attitude. He obviously does not intend to end the dispute in the restaurant in the most peaceful way. As for this, the string in Serel's heart naturally tightened even more.

He has realized the intention of the other person, but until this time, he is still unwilling to completely tear the skin between the two people. Since the other party is unwilling to propose conditions that can be negotiated, then he himself does it. And this is also the last bottom line he has drawn to oneself.

"Listen, Buddy. I know you have an opinion on us, but you have to be clear that this is our gang's own business. You are an outsider and have no right to intervene. Even out of so-called justice Feel, you have no reason to do this."

"Don't think this is a good guy. This guy named Mourinho is the leader of another gang we just killed. You. Do you know that he is doing and so on? He is the key figure in transporting washing powder from Mexico to New York. In this city, there are not one thousand and five hundred people who smoke the washing powder he brought. How deadly high-quality washing powder can be sucked, I think you can guess it without me saying."

"For an innocent person, you go against us, this I have nothing to say. But for such a guy, you stand on our opposite side, is it really worth it?"

This is a very realistic question. Even the little Mourinho oneself dare not say loudly that it is worth it. He is very clear about own position, after oneself dies, he will definitely go to hell. However, his family will not.

He is convinced that his family is innocent. Because even if something dark is found on them, he will immediately pull them out of those dirty things. They are pure enough to be redeemed in this situation, instead of sinking into hell with oneself. He was very convinced of this, and it was precisely because of such a certainty that he immediately yelled out at this moment.

"Sir, I admit that I am guilty, I deserve to die, and I am willing to die. But my mother is innocent, and my wife and younger sister are innocent. Please, Save them. As long as you can save them, there is no problem even if you let me die!"

"Shut up, you are not qualified to speak here!"

Séyel gave an order to let his men directly suffocate little Mourinho's words in a painful grunt. But when he faced Xiao Shan En again, he changed the tone of oneself before.

"Of course, sir. If you insist on wanting to do this, then I have nothing to say. I am a reasonable person and I cannot force others to accept my ideas. Similarly, I am Will not deliberately embarrass others in certain things. If you must want to take them away, then please. Whether it is these women or this little Mr. Mourinho. You can take them all away. They. But there is only one point, sir. Only one point..."

"That is I hope our relationship ends here. This is Sin City, you are not welcome here Guys. And this is especially true here for us. This time, in terms of your face, I can let them go. But I also hope you know a principle of courtesy. I gave you so much face, then do you want to Give us some face?"

Although Seyol is a mad dog, you can't deny his wisdom. Not a smart person is impossible to bring a gangster to this point, and at the same time make the whole city's colleagues extremely jealous of him. Maybe at first, he relied on barbarism and madness. But at this point, he relies more on his brain.

Speaking with his head, he can say that he holds this measure well to some extent. It is neither too flattering nor too tough. The attitude of suppressing first and raising later allowed him to not lose too much weight whether it was to young Shane or his own brothers. There are steps in front of everyone, and this is what everyone really likes.

He thinks so, and the Mourinhos are also surprised to think so. Only Xiao Shanen, he didn't plan to think so.

So, under such a prerequisite that everyone can accept, he grinned, so he asked Seriole.

"Then, this gentleman. I don't know what you think of own in the past? Do you think you are a good person? Or do you think oneself deserves to die?"