My Hong Kong Island Filmmaker

Chapter 1349 The person on the roof, please call me brother Li

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on the street.

Many front shops in Koreatown were smashed and looted one after another.

At the same time, casualties began to occur.

Some unlucky shop owners or shop assistants who were too late to leave were dragged out by these perpetrators, beaten and vented.

Not far from the small building, a middle-aged Obasan who owns a grocery store was dragged out by several blacks and beaten violently.

Several shop assistants went to dissuade them, but they were also pushed to the ground.

The cries made many people feel unbearable, but seeing more and more thugs, they had nothing to do.

This kind of bullying goes on and on.

The whole neighborhood began to develop out of control——

Obviously, their so-called affirmative action movement is an embarrassing and disgusting fig leaf. The white elites are indifferent to it for the sake of votes and positions, and they are even shifting conflicts.

Koreatown, a branch of the previous case, suddenly became the best place to focus fire, a target of public criticism that everyone wanted to see, white people diverted conflicts, black people vented their anger, and countless people took advantage of the fire to loot.

Shop, someone doused in gasoline.

The flames engulfed the entire store in an instant. The owner cried and begged for mercy, but the Niggers laughed and made insulting gestures. Next to them, there were black ghosts with dreadlocks holding a DV and insulting for fun.

Innocent shopkeepers could only watch helplessly as their property was slowly consumed by the fire.

The cry is moving.

Some blacks who followed in the crowd also showed unbearable emotions.Everything in front of them made them feel that the situation was getting out of control.

Even many of the leaders of the demonstrations were stunned.

It's not what they want to see - but with gangs and some good-hearted instigators, things are going from bad to worse.

"Fuck, these bastards!" Upstairs, Ah Wen, who was watching everything in front of him through the window, spit.

This is a carnival of perpetrators.

It is also an exposure of the darkest side of society.

The bullying image of Asians became the reason for their violence at this time, and Koreatown became their recruiting ground.On the contrary, in this incident, because the Chinese community is far away from here, it has not been greatly impacted.

The shops on the outermost row of the street were all set on fire, and the thick smoke directly filled the entire block.

"Although I met them by chance, I still can't bear it."

Wu Xiaozu walked to the window with his coffee, squinting his eyes half-closed to see the crazy Niggers, when he saw a black man gesticulating with a baseball bat with a tyrannical smile, ready to hit the shop owner who was held down by two black men when.

He took a deep breath.

I am a capitalist!
I am a rich man!
He is a public figure!

I shouldn't be angry... shit!Rich people are inhumane, so I'm a rich man!
Wu Xiaozu put down his coffee cup, reached out and took the Glock 17 pistol from the bodyguard next to him, turned sideways, aimed——

Bang! !

"what--"

Not more than 20 meters downstairs, a black man standing at the scene of the violence and watching the excitement clutched his feet and fell to the ground in pain. Countless people at the scene ran around with their heads in their hands.

Arwen turned his head to look at Wu Xiaozu.

Several bodyguards also looked at the big boss.

"... Good marksmanship, brother Zu is killing chickens to make an example to monkeys, it belongs to hot coffee and smashing Nigger! It is no less than warming wine and killing Huaxiong!"

A Wei, this kid has been smart since he was a child. Before everyone could react, he immediately cleaned the floor beside him, quickly and professionally.

"Cough~~ So-so."

Wu Xiaozu cursed secretly, but he picked up the coffee cup calmly.

Take it!
'Fortunately, the fucking blind cat fainted and killed a mouse, and actually hit a person.Otherwise it will be embarrassing. '

He also had the habit of playing with guns during his stay in the United States.

But obviously, he estimated his marksmanship. Fortunately, his physical fitness is very good, and the recoil can be stabilized, so it's not too biased——

However, Wu Xiaozu's shot also startled the unscrupulous niggers below, who didn't have time to continue the violence for fun, left the shop owner behind, turned around and ran away.

The rules of survival on the street tell them that when encountering this situation, it must be right to run away immediately - after all, the shooter behind the scenes has a gun in his hand!
"Be careful--"

chug chug chug-

Wu Xiaozu was thrown to the ground by Ah Wen, and then he heard a dense sound of hitting near the window sill, the bricks splashed, and at the same time, the glass shattered into pieces.

Downstairs, a Nigger wearing a blue turban rushed out, holding a 'Chicago Typewriter' and shooting at the small building where Wu Xiaozu lived.

"Fuck-"

Qi Tongwei turned over and stood up, picked up a "civilian assault rifle" prepared by his men, and directly swept towards the black ghost downstairs.

Da da da— da da da—

Nigger, who has a tattoo of 'Uncle Black' shooting 'Heavenly Negative', was shooting towards the sky, and then suddenly his eyes widened, and he fell to the ground in a daze, his forehead began to protrude. blood...

Several Niggers around were also shot.

Before they could react, they saw several gun muzzles popping up from the top of the building and fired at the same time.

Bang bang bang... bang bang... bang bang bang.

These gangsters flicked the guns with one hand indiscriminately, and then covered their necks and stomachs, and fell to the ground one after another.

In the shops on the street, many people looked through the glass windows at the Niggers not far away, who were twitching in a pool of blood. They clenched their fists tightly, but they didn't dare to show their heads at this time.

They are bound by laws and traditional moral concepts.

The gunshots from this side also attracted many Niggers who were driving a car and holding guns, and they all rushed towards this side.

Da da da -- da da da -- da da da --

The bodyguards who had already seized the best shooting position, many of them came from the battlefield, and it really felt like a unilateral 'slaughter' to deal with the Niggers rushing up in front of them.

This kind of suppression of firepower caused many people who took advantage of the fire to flee.

After all, there are thousands of shops in Koreatown, and they don't need to waste time here.

Riots in various locations in Koreatown continued to be broadcast on the radio.

"do not be afraid."

Wu Xiaozu looked at Li Fuzhen who was full of nervousness, walked over, hugged him in his arms - just rubbed...comfort!
"I'm not afraid, thank you for saving that person." Li Fuzhen held Wu Xiaozu in his arms, without the slightest heart of a saint, and was very sensible, "Without you, he might be beaten to death by those people. Thank you for saving my compatriots. "

The damn sense of security exuded by Wu Xiaozu in front of him made Li Fuzhen's legs close together.

This man is completely different from those guys who are high above.

This kind of impulse may hardly appear in many plutocrats. They don't really care about the life and death of the people at the bottom.

Even at this time, they will just choose to stand by.

Because it's not in their interest.

But Wu Xiaozu has a "sense of reality" different from those people, he has flesh and blood...a real man.

"Boss, call."

Ah Wen smiled and handed the satellite phone to Wu Xiaozu with a gun in his hand, and then went back to defend it with great interest.

This feeling--

Let his adrenaline rush, it's so fucking exciting.

It's a pity that these niggers are so inexperienced, they don't have any confrontation at all, and they often come and send them in wave after wave... The bare makeup is extremely poor!
"Hey?"

Wu Xiaozu took the satellite phone, but did not say who was on the phone.Since Arwen didn't mention his name, obviously there was his reason.

"My filial piety~~"

Unexpectedly, Li Jianxi's voice came from inside.This head who doesn't like to talk and is slightly socially fearful behaves fairly smoothly.

"President Li."

"I learned about the current situation of you and Fuzhen from them, and we must first protect our own safety.

In addition, my side has already had people say hello to relevant congressmen and media partners, and will express their solidarity.

Now the government is actively communicating with the North American White House and California...

Then……"

Listening to Li Jianxi's words, Wu Xiaozu smiled and didn't interrupt.

It's not easy for him to say anything about this kind of thing.

It is impossible for him to stand up and call on Koreatown to unite. First, this is not his duty. Second, this will ruin his North American tour to a certain extent.

Anyway, Goryeo is also one of the two loyal dogs raised in East Asia by the United States, so they will naturally have a way to report this situation to their owners.

Of course, this doesn't conflict with what he just shot.

He didn't shoot because he wanted to save the Koryo shopkeeper. If it were someone else, he might as well—he did it entirely out of his own heart.

My heart is clear.

Therefore, he didn't answer some of Li Jianxi's inside and outside words. (That thing was clicked, so I won't write those sensitive things.)
"..."

When Li Jianxi finished speaking, he paused for a few seconds. Before hanging up the phone, Wu Xiaozu vaguely heard the head of Samsung muttering on the phone, "Remember to give those bastards a few more shots for me!"

Watching the satellite phone hang up, the corners of Wu Xiaozu's mouth curled up.

This last paragraph is very informative!

What does this mean?How many more shots?

We don't want to conspiratorialize a lot of things, but we can't be silly and sweet.Is the subtext here very revealing?you want...

It's like when you go to entertain customers, the boss has no intention of telling me: You have to take the customers to mess with me and be careful.

This obedient can't listen to the sound?
Obviously, the problems that occurred in Koreatown also appeared in Korea at the first time. Protests are certain... But how to deal with it is a question that politicians have to consider.

But it is foreseeable that there will definitely be a lot of internal transactions in many things that will happen next.

This is not Wu Xiaozu's concern for an outsider.

"Awen—"

"boss."

"Call the Korean radio station for me."

In a short period of time, hundreds of shops were smashed and looted, and the entire Koreatown suffered a devastating blow.

Those who took advantage of the fire and looted were reluctant to disperse. Since other people can attack, why can't they participate in the zero-yuan purchase?Then there are still two thousand shops?

Why are Asians so rich?
How can these guys have so many things?

Why can others loot and I have to go away empty-handed?

More and more old blacks and old mos are heading towards Koreatown under the trend of greed and bestiality, like the most greedy hyenas on the grassland... looking at the shops ticking and drooling.

This group of greedy and lazy wild dogs with green eyes followed the smell of meat and surrounded them.

The entire Saint-Lodu was also caught in a huge riot, among which Korea Town was the first to bear the brunt.

The residents of Koreatown were looking forward to it at first, then they were numb, and in the end, they all turned into anger!
LAPD didn't come!

The National Guard didn't show up either!

They were abandoned!

Under such anger, the head of the station, Richard Choi, drove back to the station himself, and urged the staff to maintain the radio broadcast 24 hours a day.

He also got a lot of 'big guys' calls.

"Director, here is a press release from a person named Faker." The subordinate held a piece of paper and handed it over.

Seeing this piece of paper, Richard Choi's eyes lit up.

"Help me connect to this Faker's call, I want to broadcast it live." The director hurriedly ordered.

At this moment, Wu Xiaozu is holding the camera to take pictures of the beautiful scenery in front of him.

Such a real picture of people turning into beasts is simply a good material~~~ It can be used for reference in the future.

Going back and tinkering with Goryeo movies to shoot them, isn't it sweet?

At this time, the phone rang suddenly.

Seeing this, Wu Xiaozu raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

It's time to show the real technology.

"Hello sir."

"Hello."

"Excuse me, are you in Koreatown now? We just received your call and saw your message. Can you tell me about your situation?" Richard Choi asked in front of the radio microphone.

"Yes, I'm in Koreatown." Wu Xiaozu replied in a very accurate Korean dialect.

"I really want to ask a question that I and my friends, family, and girlfriends around me all want to ask. Excuse me, I want to know where the LAPD is now? Who can save us?

We live here, work here, eat barbecue and sing songs, and suddenly bandits barge in.

They burned, killed and looted, they raped and plundered.

Yes, I have seen these scumbags do these dirty things with my own eyes.Assi! !I said to my family, don't worry, we will be saved in a moment.

But...how soon?

There is no way, I can only take up arms and protect my family.I can't watch my family suffer...

Where is our tomorrow? ! !Where is our future? ! !Do we just watch this group of scumbags plunder our wealth and lives like this? "

There is a very important course in acting class called lines class.

Let's put it this way, the lines classes of Liang Jiahui, Zhang Guoying, and Liang Chaowei were all taught by Wu Xiaozu...

The whole tone contains anger, loss, fear...etc.

Those who hear it are sad, and those who hear it cry.

At this very moment, countless Koreans in Koreatown and all over Los Angeles are listening to the hysterical questioning and roaring on the radio.

This is a desire for life, despair for tomorrow!

"...sorry, sir, I share your anger. I understand you. Just now, our radio station received the exact warning call, and they said that Koreatown is indeed the next target.

More and more people are heading to Koreatown!
We called the government and the police, and they put us on the radio calling on Koreatown residents to close their shops and evacuate Koreatown immediately. "

"Axi!"

At this moment Wu Xiaozu possessed Huang Zhengmin, and roared in a ruffian voice, "We will not evacuate! If our people evacuate Korea City, then it is equivalent to leaving an empty city with no guards for gangsters. They will come in and set fire and loot Everything, like what they were doing last night..."

"Yes, I very much agree with what this gentleman said, and I want to tell everyone that we must stay and protect Koreatown.

Because I passed by the Latino residential area, many people were waiting at the door, waiting for Koreatown to evacuate, so that they could come in and steal property, but the police would never come..." Richard Choi also said painfully.

"Pick up the gun!" Wu Xiaozu finally said.

"Pick up the gun!" Richard Choi also repeated, and at the same time, asked: "Can you tell me your name, sir? I think we all want to know..."

name?

"(Please call me) Brother Li!" Helplessly, Wu Xiaozu could only blame the unwarranted Brother Li.

I have to say that Wu Xiaozu's encouragement is indeed very effective.

Under this kind of call in the whole Koreatown, most people began to choose to stand up.

Most of the stick men have served in the domestic military, and their military literacy certainly cannot be said to be high, at best they are at the militia level.

But...Compared to those black ghosts and old inks whose brains are filled with greed, they are undoubtedly more disciplined and organized.

At the same time, a certain degree of military literacy also allows them to become a strong resistance force under the organization of caring people.

"Yongzheng—where did you get your weapon?"

A four-eyed stick with a Tai Chi forehead guard on his head walked into the shop with a civilian semi-automatic assault rifle, and his companion couldn't help asking questions.

"North Korean old sticks sell weapons, and now the young people in the whole city have taken up arms under the organization of the Compatriots Association. We must protect our own territory and property." Jin Yongzheng said with blood on his face.

"Yongzheng is right!"

"I have a shotgun at home too!"

"Together!"

The men in Koreatown began to draw out their weapons.As for saying that ordinary residents have no weapons?
It's ok.

Someone will lend it to you.

The whole scene has a feeling of siege by zombies, but unfortunately, the abilities of these zombies are really weak...

　The cervical spine was uncomfortable yesterday, so I didn't make any changes.

　　This plot was intended to be a little more thrilling. The original design was to save Li Fuzhen, and then the gunfight plot... Later... ahem... Finally, it was changed to this.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)