I really don't want to be red

When everyone looked up at the same time, it happened that one bag could not withstand the gravity of the blue star, and the strike was dissolved in mid-air.

A pile of waste that had settled for a long time exploded in the air in an instant.

Before it landed, a rush of smell hit people dizzy.

White yelled, "It's poop..."

"Poop!"

As soon as these two words appeared, everyone was shocked.

He reacted quickly and stood up.

He was slow to react and looked up at the sky.

It's too late to run now, after all, people's reactions still can't keep up with this landing speed.

The first thing that hit the face was the disintegrated bag, and the smoky stench filled the entire space in an instant.

Then, raindrops of yellow and white matter fell on several people.

White screamed loudly, as if returning to the night when he was hacked seven times.

The stains on it, the smell of the punch exploded in the brain instantly.

At this moment, White felt the pain of the taekwondo master who was headshot by him with a brick.

The bag that fell on the ground hit the ground heavily, the huge pressure broke through the bag, and the filth inside shot out, rushing towards everyone.

"Wow, wow, what the hell, that bastard plotted against me? He actually threw a shit."

"My pants are stained...I must kill this guy, vomit..."

"Run."

"I swear, I will make this guy pay."

The people were yelling, even louder than when they were fighting on the street.

Garner, who was lying on the chair, jumped up.

The other staff were also full of good watching a few people jumping and jumping.

"What are they doing?"

"Looks like someone threw a poop in!"

"Someone is up to something."

"Go and see."

"You go……"

"I'm not going!"

"..."

A total of ten large bags were lying on the ground in pieces at this time, completing their mission.

The stench quickly filled the entire courtyard.

White rushed out with four exasperated men.

There were no ghosts outside, only two or three desolate passers-by looked at them in astonishment.

"I, White, swear, I will find you dung-throwing bastards, and let you eat everything you throw out..." White yelled angrily.

The passers-by who were watching the show quickly disappeared.

People around Brick Street had heard his notoriety, and it was a powerful deterrent.

The small eyes hiding in the corner asked in amazement: "White? Could it be White from Brick Street?"

White has a reputation for viciousness, and of course these little thieves have heard of it.

There are also ideals when you are a gangster.

The ideal of a gangster like Ghana is to become an underground emperor like Qiao Yinna's brother, control the entire contract, say what he says, and order the entire city.

No matter who hears his name, they must be afraid of it.

But White's dream is to become a gold medalist. He has no ambitions. His only ambition is to be his brother's right-hand man.

His dream has come true.

And the ideals of thieves like Jin Yuanlin are of course White.

As a gold medalist, his fierce reputation is often more frightening than that of a big boss like Garner. …

White is almost the ultimate ideal of all gangsters, of course this is because there are not enough layers.

The gangsters at the bottom can only steal chickens and dogs every day, and their lives are very unsatisfactory.

Sometimes there is money, sometimes there is no money.

When I see White can be so majestic, I will feel a sense of dream "if I can be like him".

Coupled with the rumored bullshit heroic deeds, White's reputation among the bottom gangsters is even better than Garner's.

This is the ideal of the thugs.

The little gangster wants to become a big gangster, and the big gangster wants to become a bigger gangster, and then become the underground emperor, sitting on a chair and puffing, watching the disobedient guy shivering at his feet.

Jin Yuanlin snorted at the small-eyed words, and said with a sneer, "Do you think an old man like White would go to play a cameo for the crew?"

Huang Mao smiled and said: "I suspect that he will be a guest star for a day, and half of the crew may have bruised noses and swollen faces."

Several people "hehe" laughed.

It is impossible for White to make a guest appearance.

He has a bad temper, how can he stand the director and the like yelling at him.

When you called out for the first time, I'm afraid the answer was your fist.

Another thing is that White will go to the crew to guest star for 200 yuan a day.

He is not short of money.

To this point, he is no longer an idol, but a joke.

So both Jin Yuanlin and Huang Mao laughed at the words of "You are an idiot" to Xiaoyan's words.

"Speaking of which, this guy seems to have been drenched in dung, no wonder he was so angry..."

They could see the yellow and white thing on White in the shadows, and it was really a good show.

A younger brother secretly took out his mobile phone and zoomed in on the pixels to take pictures.

Thanks to the rapid development of mobile phones now, even though they are tens of meters away, after zooming in on the camera, you can still see White's distressed appearance.

And the sound can be heard clearly.

It's a shame the guy isn't going to be a rocker.

After the small-eyed thinking was ridiculed, he didn't feel ashamed and angry. He was a gangster without ideals.

It's good to be lazy and live, not wanting to think.

Thinking is a tiring thing.

Several people watched White cursing on the street for more than ten minutes before leaving with his dejected little brother, all showing contemptuous smiles.

This is how every person who is short of breath and powerless behaves.

And the recording was successful.

A total of 5 minutes was recorded, enough time for Panasonic to see how flawless their task was.

"Brother Yuan Lin, shall we still act at night?" Xiaoyan saw the menacing looks of the few people just now, and the timidity in his courage was squeezed out.

"Idiot, of course!" Jin Yuanlin's face was full of determination from those who came here, "I told you about the art of war, they never thought that we would return to the carbine at night, this must be something beyond their knowledge."

Everyone nodded in agreement. The boss is indeed a wise and wise thief expert, and he is definitely a leader in the world of thieves in the use of military tactics.

This trick of returning the carbine is unpredictable, and it must have made the niggers lose their things and be baffled.

And soon it will be their days of debauchery.

The first battle was won and the battle went smoothly.

The boss, Jin Yuanlin, decided to spend some money and let everyone eat something good to show his loyalty to his brother.

Of course, alcohol is not allowed for the time being.

To act at night, thieves also need to stay awake.

The figures of several people staggered out of the corner and disappeared into the street.

An Ran stood far away in the yard, with a wry smile on her face.

This kind of fucking shit, don't even think about it, it must have something to do with Sanchez.

But when did the aloof Sanchez actually use such indecent means, it really surprised him...