I really don't want to be red

Chapter 2365
White on Brick Street!
This name is like a bomb that exploded suddenly, it exploded in several people's hearts at once, and the fear in the blood vessels of the explosion flew everywhere, making people unable to control themselves.

Rather than encountering this guy, it would be better to encounter the resurrected monster.

White is more frightening and unsettling than ghost talk.

The legend that he single-handedly fought back and forth in the stronghold of a rival gang and retreated with injuries all over his body is very illustrative.

A guy who doesn't care about his own life, what else is there to be afraid of?
In the underground world, there are countless legends about White.

It's not news to fight with people on the street, one at the head, one against ten.

What is frightening is the way he deals with his enemies.

As gangsters, it is very common for everyone to disagree with each other.

When White became famous, many people were not convinced.

In the final analysis, everyone felt that his glorious record was mostly due to luck, apart from being more capable.

If I have such good luck, I can also become famous like him.

That's what Viper thinks.

Whenever the little brother talks about doubts and looks admiring, it makes him very upset.

"White looked very handsome at the time. With a gun, he fired three shots at the opponent. The gun was not fatal, and each shot hit the vital point. I think old Andy must be useless."

"Especially when he said 'I am White', more than a dozen people in the venue were too scared to move, and even though there were more than a dozen guns, they still let him leave!" The younger brother boasted of White's record with joy.

The poisonous snake carefully wiped the half snake tattoo on his arm, and snorted, "What's there to brag about, I can do it too."

I can too!

This sentence is not just talk.

The tattoo of the poisonous snake on the arm is only half.

To be precise, it is in the shape of a snake. Every time he defeats an opponent, he will have a scale added to it.

The poisonous snake is his symbol and his record.

Now the scales of his snake have come to the center of his body.

But because in the past few years, there have been fewer and fewer suitable opponents. Although he still beats many people, many people are not worthy of being the scales on his arms.

Only a guy like White deserves to be his opponent.

Although he is over 35 years old, his physical strength and reaction are not at the peak of the year, but the poisonous snake on his arm must be completed.

No one would withdraw from the world with half a snake tattoo, right?

And White, who has risen to fame and has a brilliant record, is the best target.

This guy deserves at least three tattoos, no!at least five slices...

There are not many guys with such an arrogant record in recent years.

That night, Viper went to White with a knife and a gun alone.

Early the next morning, the snake's body was dumped in a rubbish dump on Brick Street.

He suffered multiple stab wounds all over his body and was shot in the forehead.

And there was no blood on his knife.

The gun was never fired, and there was no chance of even pulling it out.

His right arm was cut off and thrown aside, the unfinished poisonous snake shadow on it showed a sense of sorrow in the old age.

Someone said that the Viper entered Brick Street and asked to fight White one-on-one.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, White was stabbed fifteen times by the poisonous snake, but the knife was not fatal.

When the poisonous snake wanted to draw his gun for the final resistance, White had already shot him in the forehead.

The poisonous snake that is half a poisonous snake has finally become a legend.

It's just someone else's legend, it's his achievement.

This was the beginning of White's first true legend.

Afterwards, he and Ai Wen from No.18 Street chased each other down in the rainy night.

The shootout lasted until midnight.

After the bullets of both sides shot empty, a thrilling knife fight took place.

In the end, White returned to Brick Street with more than a dozen wounds and lay in bed for more than a month.

But Ai Wen died in the heavy rain.

Apart from a bruise all over his body after being burned by the high temperature of the bullet, there was only a fatal wound on his neck.

After that, White's name began to grow bigger and bigger.

Half of the twisted underground world has heard his name.

And his methods of dealing with the enemy became more and more brutal.

The gangster who wanted to attack him from behind was beaten to death on the spot, and his body was thrown in the garbage dump, where wild dogs gnawed on him.

The little brother who offended him had his hands and feet chopped off and left him to fend for himself.

As for the members of the rival gangs, none of them had a good end when they met him.

The one who was better died a miserable death, and the whole family who was almost dead, disappeared collectively from this world.

A few years later, White became a legend, and no one dared to challenge him.

Brothers White and Garner crushed the entire Brick Street.

It is also the first time that Brick Street has become completely uniform.

When meeting such a guy, Jin Yuanlin would rather meet those weird puppet urban monsters, at least there is a chance of escaping.

Now surrounded by seven big men, the chance of escape is zero.

What's more, with the cold swishing muzzle covered, there was no thought of resistance at all.

"Mr. White, I think there must be some misunderstanding between us!" Jin Yuanlin didn't think this group of guys could make any movies.

Seeing how they hide their heads and show their tails, I'm afraid their purpose is the same as theirs, otherwise they wouldn't hide themselves under the cloth to scare people.

In any case, it cannot be justified.

"Mr. White, if you take a liking to this batch of goods, we can stop and leave it here to you?" Jin Yuanlin showed the demeanor that a thief should have, seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately acted accordingly.

Compared with the brain, the success of the task is almost no need to think.

"Misunderstanding?" White rewarded him heavily with the butt of his gun.

The ruthless blow from the metal gun handle caused blood to protrude from Jin Yuanlin's forehead.

Sure enough, he was worthy of being a gold medal fighter on Brick Street, with top-notch strength in his hands.

"Mr White..."

"Idiot, don't treat us like low-class thieves!" White's black muzzle was pressed against Jin Yuanlin's chin.

The strong smell of gunpowder let Jin Yuanlin know that the other party was definitely not trying to scare people, but would really kill him at any time.

"Mr. White, what is there to say, we are just here to make a small fortune, no matter what, there will be no conflict between us, if you like, I can leave it all to you here, we choose to quit."

Jin Yuanlin tried his best to show the atmosphere, we are not some small thieves, but the shocking thieves who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Destiny in the future, thieves who are destined to leave a strong mark in the dark history.

"Leave it to me?" White had a funny face on his face, and gently flipped the safety with his thumb, "Do you think you did it very generously? You did it very gracefully? I don't know if my bullet will forgive you!"

Although his legs began to tremble involuntarily, Jin Yuanlin's face remained calm, suppressing the fear in his heart.

"Mr White..."

"Say, the shit that fell from the sky during the day, is it your handwriting?"

(End of this chapter)