I really don't want to be red

Chapter 2373 Stand Upright
The problem is solved, all that remains is action.

With the determination to win, several people have been lurking near Night Paris since the first day.

The festive feasting of twisting appointments is vividly reflected here.

The street lamps that are always panting, the late-coming girl, and the pot-bellied boss are intertwined into the most corrupt and beautiful colors in the world.

Prosperity is everywhere, and there is corruption.

Night Paris is a high-end club with a twisted contract. The membership fee alone needs 100 million US dollars, and the other is calculated separately.

People who come and go for consumption are either rich or expensive, inadvertently revealing the famous watches on their hands, showing their luxury.

White was wearing a jacket with a short-barreled shotgun hidden inside, watching from afar.

"Mr. An Ran said that he was beaten so that he could not stand up, or that he was not allowed to stand upright?" The dreadlocked mustache struggled for a long time.

"What do you think?" White was talking, his eyes had been sucked away by the long-legged girl, and his head turned accordingly.

"..."

"I heard from Teacher An Ran that if he is not allowed to stand up, it means that his legs are broken." The dreadlocked mustache touched the beard on his chin, and his eyes turned to the long-legged blonde.

"Oh? But I sound like I won't let him stand upright, which means we should strike between the legs?" White turned his head regretfully, and continued to stare at the opposite side. The long-legged blonde got into a luxury car, Go away.

"Did you hit the leg?" The dreadlocked mustache hesitated a little. Although there was a difference between standing and standing upright, it was a thousand miles away.

"Or else together?"

White made up his mind, "Anyway, it's disabled, it's the same everywhere, so don't worry too much!"

It seems so, everyone is a gangster after all.

It's a pity that they didn't wait for Kaman to show up on the first day.

Didn't this guy smell something and suddenly disappear?
Also unlikely.

Where Kaman is concerned, people like Garner and White are not enough to pose any threat at all. What he is afraid of is a big boss like An Ran who has no cooperative relationship with him.

But he overlooked one point.

In fact, it is often the bottom-level gangsters who can do it.

Compared with murder expert mercenaries, they may not be professional, but their determination to kill is much worse.

And no matter how you play in the entertainment industry, the means should not be too tragic.

Whether it is assassination or making people disappear, no one will do it unless it is absolutely necessary.

They are all worth tens of millions or hundreds of millions, and worries about the future are enough to discourage most people.

But those punks are different, especially White, who grew up on Brick Street, has violent blood flowing in his bones.

If it was Sanchez, of course he didn't have the guts. If he couldn't even walk up to him, he might be held down and beaten.

Moreover, Sanchez has a respected status in the entertainment industry, if he is not forced to survive, no one would have such an idea.

Coleman is different.

Even though he has big bosses behind him, even though his family has hundreds of millions of dollars, even though he goes to and from high-end clubs and comes and goes with rich and powerful people, there are many people who want him to die.

It's just that each has its own reasons and it's not easy to start.

In fact, if White really crippled Kaman, Kaman would go berserk, and everyone in the entertainment industry would applaud him.

This guy used himself to kidnap dozens of big shots and became his backing, so he had to help him out.

How many people are afraid of his so-called "excellent story collection", and they dare not act rashly.

But if he really died, many people would laugh out of the "wonderful story collection" aside, and they would definitely book out Paris Night for a week of carnival.

And even if he doesn't die, if he is maimed, many people may wake up laughing.

White rubbed his chin and waited for three days.

Finally waited for the opportunity on the third night.

Kaman, who was already fat, got out of the car, followed by a beautiful girl, tall and long legs, making people's blood swell.

The girl took Kaman's arm and walked slowly, and the two walked into the nightclub together.

"Really, he must hit so hard that he can't straighten up..." White touched the bat he had prepared.

In order to allow himself to go out as much as possible, he handed over the job of staring at others to his two younger brothers.

Do the things that are disabled by yourself.

This is how you can vent your anger.

I don't know when, there is a drizzle in the sky.

The rain wasn't heavy, but it felt unusually wet and cold on the body.

The mood of those who had been waiting for a long time became worse.

Imagine that Kaman is embracing left and right in the nightclub, smoking a cigar and drinking expensive whiskey, while they are waiting in the cold rain.

My hand with the club started to heat up.

Although Kaman is a little older, he is very energetic.

After getting into the nightclub, it took a full four hours, and I didn't come out until after 12 o'clock.

When she came out, she was replaced by a blonde girl with a charming appearance.

White rushed out first.

The younger brother followed closely behind.

Kaman was drunk with two bodyguards.

His hand had just pressed the rear door of the BMW when a hand was already on his arm.

"Crack"!
The crisp sound of the bolt was fired.

There were no threatening words, but the cold muzzle had already expressed his attitude.

The two bodyguards stretched out their hands, not daring to resist too much.

The two people wearing bull-head masks exuded a heavy evil spirit.

People who have come out of the battlefield of life and death, of course know that this is not a joke, and the other party is absolutely determined to pull the trigger.

The more silent this guy is, the more careful he is.

Ruthless people don't talk nonsense, and nonsense is not cruel people.

People who can do it, disdain to attack with words, and always take the most direct route.

Talk with guns.

The bodyguard knelt on the ground knowingly, allowing the other party to search for the firearms on his body.

Carman was smoking his cigar without any fuss.

"My friend, I have $1 in the left pocket of my jacket. If you are short of money, just use it...you're welcome, and I will never pursue it."

what.

White sneered, still not giving up at this time?

Who would come to such a place for robbery? Do you want to die?
Looking at the opponent's murderous eyes, Kaman didn't panic in his heart. The opponent's two guns were pointed at the bodyguards, and the rest of them were only holding fierce-looking baseball bats in their hands.

At most I got beaten up today.

Kaman, who has seen strong winds and waves, and survived the death, doesn't mind being beaten at all.

As long as they are not dead, there is always a way to find these people.

But the strange thing is, why don't people from Paris Night come out?

The people around only dared to watch from a distance, but did not dare to come over.

Two rifles with deliberately sawed-off barrels have enough deterrent effect.

"Money? You look down on me too much..."

Behind the mask of White's pig head was a ferocious smile, and the whole mask seemed to be pushed up by the muscles of the face, making it terrifying and fierce.

White's bat held high.

Swipe down hard.

Kaman screamed and knelt in front of the car.

Cold sweat burst from his forehead.

His right knee was hit so hard that he was in pain.

"friend……"

(End of this chapter)