Chapter 119 If Brother Hao is here, even death is a luxury for you The Lightning Gang is a typical Western gang. Although it does not have a strict hierarchy like the Hong Kong Island gangs, it is still divided into different levels. People like John, who can only collect tolls in the suburbs, are definitely at the bottom of the Lightning Party. Those who are doing well will definitely settle down in the city where there is money to be made. Who would come to the suburbs? These days, people who live in the suburbs are all poor. Before, the group led by John could collect an average of ten pounds a day, which was a blessing from God. Now that he finally met a group of rich people who were easy to bully, John would of course make a lot of money from them! "That's not interesting, is it?" "I have paid so much already, fifty pounds!" "Do you Lightning Party members still follow the rules?" Hearing that insulting word, Amai's face turned ugly, but in order to avoid trouble, he suppressed his anger and negotiated with John. These days, fifty pounds is enough to buy a family of three living frugally in Bristol for a month.
"rule?" "This is London, and our Lightning Party's rules are the rules!" "You yellow monkeys, you invaded our homes and stole our jobs. Now this is the punishment you deserve!" John spoke arrogantly, his expression became more and more excited, spit flying, and the knife in his hand was constantly waving. From a distance, Mai could smell the deadly stench that sounded like a stinking ditch on the street. "If you are not willing to pay five hundred pounds, then you can keep the Mercedes as a substitute." "You have so many cars anyway, so you can have one more, right?" John pointed at the Mercedes-Benz with greed in his eyes, as if he was determined to get A-Mai. The younger brothers behind him were also screaming and shouting, extremely excited. Especially when they thought that this Mercedes would soon become theirs, they became even more excited. Some of them even couldn't wait to step forward and reach out to touch the car. One of the bravest white men had already opened the back door of the car. Just when he was filled with joy, a white light flashed across his sight. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared again; the whole process took no more than a second. "FUCK..." The white man cursed subconsciously, and then he found that the scene in front of him began to spin dizzily. Before he could figure out the reason, he saw a headless body, standing up, falling backwards uncontrollably. In the intense rotation, he tried hard to see clearly the clothes of the headless body, but he just felt that they looked somewhat familiar. “This person is dressed similarly to me…” As soon as this thought emerged in his brain, before he could continue thinking, he fell heavily to the ground, his eyes turned black, and he completely lost consciousness.
Yang Chengrong kicked the head rolling on the ground far away, took the machete in his hand, and walked out from the back seat. His action was like a signal, and dozens of He Shenghe's younger brothers also got out of the van. Most of them were holding AK-47s, and the two strongest men were holding MG42s, with long bullet chains that barely reached the ground. The most exaggerated thing is that there were two people among them, carrying RPGs on their shoulders, half-kneeling on the ground, constantly calibrating the distance. They were all strong and sturdy, all wearing black suits, with cold and solemn expressions, quick movements, and no words. John looked at the scene in front of him, his mouth subconsciously opened wide, disbelief written all over his face. Cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes. He stood there in a daze, not moving a muscle. "Oh God, please tell me it's not true." "Who on earth have we offended? Is it Satan who has come?" "FUCK! My grandfather participated in World War II and had his legs broken by a German cloth ripping machine!" "Shit! MI5 is a bunch of useless people. Has the country in the east already attacked us?" The younger brothers behind him exclaimed "God!" one by one, rubbing their eyes constantly, and their legs swayed uncontrollably. It's not that no one thought about running away, but looking at those black muzzles, especially the MG42 that seemed to be flashing with a weird light, they could only stand still and didn't dare to move at all. Some people even started to draw the sign of the cross on their chests and recite the Bible. "What did you say?" "Yellow-skinned monkey?" Yang Chengrong walked slowly in front of John with a dagger in hand and asked in a cold voice. Looking at the dagger in the other person's hand that was still dripping with blood, John felt suffocated and even breathing became difficult. "I'm sorry, I just had two extra drinks and said those words because of alcohol. Please forgive me." John knelt down on the ground without hesitation and began to kowtow hard. Because it had just rained, the road under his feet was muddy, and soon the blood mixed with the mud and covered John's face. "Look up and look at me!" Yang Chengrong kicked John down with a cold tone. "I look up, I'm willing to do anything as long as you let me go." "As long as you let me go, I'll do anything!" While begging for mercy, John raised his head obediently, wiped the dirt off his face, and tried hard to open his eyes. In his opinion, these yellow monkeys have the best tempers. Even if you occasionally make them angry, you only need to pretend to sincerely admit your mistakes and they will be forgiven. Just when John thought the other party was going to forgive him, a black dot quickly approached his sight and grew larger and larger. next second. The blood-stained dagger in Yang Chengrong's hand stabbed into John's left eye socket! The eyeballs exploded instantly! "what!!!"
"my eyes!" “I can’t see anything!” John covered his left eye, blood oozing from between his fingers. He rolled on the ground, his facial features twisted in pain, and his screams were extremely shrill. Upon seeing this, the other members of the Lightning Party shuddered subconsciously and all chose to lower their heads. Some of the timid ones even urinated uncontrollably. The stench, mixed with blood and an indescribable smell, was in strange harmony with the foggy London. Yang Chengrong looked at John rolling on the ground, shook the dagger in his hand, and said, "You should be thankful. If I were here, your fate would definitely be a hundred times worse than it is now." "Brother Hao, you guys are the most annoying." Yang Chengrong's words made Hutchison's younger brothers nod their heads. If Brother Hao were here, even death would be a luxury for this guy. Yang Chengrong said: "Hold him down!" "Understood, Brother Rong." The younger brothers slung AK-47s across their bodies and stepped forward to hold John down. Two of them held down his arms, and one of them put his arm around his neck, forcing him to look up at the sky. "devil!" "You are a devil!" "The Devil from the East!" John already knew what was going to happen next, so he struggled desperately, closed his eyes tightly, and kept shouting. Unfortunately, this place is a suburb, and the Lightning Party is notorious, so few people choose to pass by here, let alone hear the cry for help. "Enjoy it." As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Chengrong stabbed John's tightly closed right eye with the dagger in his hand! (End of this chapter)