I really don't want to be red

If anyone saw this scene, they would be shocked to death. Several masked guys were carrying black plastic bags in their hands, and they were ghosts one by one.

Each plastic bag is heavy, and there are five kilograms of feces filled in it. You don't need to look at it, but just thinking about it makes you sick.

Of course, you don't know that it contains stool, you are only curious.

But if you see it's all masked, curiosity may turn into fear.

In Xizhou, a country known as the most developed in culture, entertainment and technology in the world, it is far less safe than you think.

Especially in this remote place.

A limited number of passers-by, seeing a few people with malicious intentions, disappeared into the corner before they were surprised.

Little Eyes was carrying the plastic bag, and the combined weight of his hands was almost ten kilograms, which felt heavy.

"Brother Jun, your poop is really pumping! And there are so many... Why do you let me carry it even though you know it smells so bad!"

The guy called Jaejun smacked the back of his head seriously, "Idiot, is this the way you talk to seniors?"

"Wow, it hurts!" Xiaoyan swallowed and almost dropped the things in his hand on the ground.

Jin Yuanlin reminded: "Pay attention, act now!"

Jae Joon refused to let go, "You bastard, how could I contribute so much shit, I'm not a shit superman!"

Small eyes certainly know.

Because this is what they went to find out together.

Finding these things is not easy in the city center, the bustling city is like a paradise, and it is difficult to see a leaf in the city center, let alone poop.

But outside the central business district, it's hell on earth.

Garbage that can be seen everywhere, poisonous insects lying in the garbage dump, is a beautiful landscape.

Of course, there is no so-called law and order in this environment, let alone environmental hygiene.

Jin Yuanlin and his younger brother raided a subway station, and they reaped a lot, resulting in ten kilograms of fresh poop.

They made less than one-tenth of the things in their hands now.

Looking at the time, Jin Yuanlin showed the demeanor of an old man, raised his hand and waved vigorously, "Action."

It's a pity that there was no crowd of compliments, and only four scumbags came out.

The menacing Brother Wu came out from a dark corner on the street, quickly lurked into the side of the wall, and listened carefully to the voices inside.

"I bet, the speed at which Mr. An Ran draws his gun must be at the professional level. You must have never seen the day when he guided Quirrell, the professional way surprised me!" White smoked a cigarette and gestured with his hand, " What a master of concealment."

The younger brother who was squatting beside him had a look of disbelief, "How is it possible? Do you believe that a local rich man can suddenly collapse with a gun? The guy with tens of billions of dollars is actually a professional killer. This picture is almost unbelievable. I feel like it's a movie."

It's hard to say whether it's a movie, but An Ran's technique is really professional when shooting. …

So bet on White.

"Absolutely professional. I have studied with Garner, otherwise I can scare those idiots in Brick Street? At that time, I thought I was already a professional among gangsters. I didn't expect Mr. An Ran to be more professional. "

"It's not surprising. Mr. An Ran is very rich. He wants to hire professional experts to teach him how to shoot a gun. If it were me, I would try it too. After all, this place is not so safe."

"It's reasonable, but I believe that Mr. An Ran, like ordinary people, might not even be able to hold his gun steadily if he encounters a real gunfight..."

After all, it's all show stuff.

You can shoot ten rings on the shooting range, and you might be the first to get shot on the battlefield.

It's not uncommon for Olympic champions to shoot with incredible precision, but it's not uncommon to hit a balloon on the street and often miss the target.

When the environment is different, the state of mind is different, and the source of fear is different, the result is also different.

White nodded, strongly agreeing with this point of view.

A few days ago, he taught the boxing champion a lesson with his own hands. He beat the all-powerful champion all over the ground, knelt on the ground and called his father.

After all, it's a sport, and for him it's a life-saving exercise.

It only takes one kick to turn the other party into a pitiful creature kneeling down and begging for mercy.

White is no fool either.

If the opponent is a well-known fighter, he will not fight with bare hands, and drawing a knife or directly drawing a gun is the easiest way to solve the problem.

Being a gangster is a learned thing, simply fighting with fists and kicks is easy to die early.

Hooligans have rules of gangsters, so the rules of gangsters are that there are no rules, and the ultimate goal is to kill the opponent by all means.

White never puts so-called professionals in his eyes.

If it's all so professional, why not come and clean up Brick Street.

It only takes a group of boxers to beat the gangsters to the ground.

Unfortunately not.

People heard that there were a few professional players who were beaten up by gangsters with bruised noses and swollen faces. There was also a guy known as a taekwondo master who jumped up in the air and gave a flying kick.

After receiving this great gift, the eighth-dan black belt in Taekwondo has been trembling in the hospital.

Naturally, it is impossible to have a reliable answer to the police's inquiry.

No matter what you ask, you can only shake your hands wonderfully.

I heard that some time ago, this master finally became a mentally ill VIP customer, and he probably won't be able to get out in this life.

White is the idol in the hearts of the gangsters around him, and everyone has inexplicable admiration for him.

Taekwondo black belt masters became famous in the first battle, which is his specialty.

It's a pity that as a gangster, I can't promote it with great fanfare, which is a pity.

But in Brick Street, the street knows the alleys.

Garner is very relieved that he is with An Ran.

He knows the seriousness of doing things, but he doesn't know the seriousness of beating people. Ghana is very satisfied with this.

It is not very different from other underworld families who are prone to fire.

Garner and White are known to be brothers.

A few people talked about how they were getting better, and White was drooling and foaming, patting his chest to reveal his scars, and told everyone the heroic deeds of the two brothers who were in and out of the crowd back then.

"I'm not exaggerating. Back then, I faced more than 20 guys with knives, each of whom was as tall as you, Jack. My brother and I, two of us, broke through the encirclement. I got seven knives and turned six... "

"My elder brother is amazing. The scar on his back was left at that time... He broke into the siege alone and hijacked the opponent's boss Oll. Since then, our two brothers have played on Brick Street. Get famous!"

"Hey, what is that?"

Just as he was talking, White saw a black bag flying into the air!
Even looking at it from the air is heavy...