Fist Godzilla

Chapter 229 YMCA!

Martin Luther lived up to his status as leader of the Red Hands in Washington, D.C.

He was keenly aware that something was wrong when everyone else was still ignorant and lazily basking in the sun at his door.

Although this sharpness only made him react one minute faster than those mediocre people, it was also a proof of his ability.

It was a black neighborhood and the Potomac River ran behind their houses.

The economic situation of the residents here is generally not optimistic, the lawn in front of the yard is disorganized, and even debris and garbage are piled up.

Hip-hop blacks in twos and threes, wearing trousers whose crotch reaches to the knees, wide tops, turbans, and a "ghost pistol" with an unknown number on the back waist, doing nothing on the street.

It is a typical black community. Whether it is petty crimes such as theft and fighting, or vicious crimes such as homicide and burglary, it will not make people feel disobedient.

This is also the base camp of the Red Hand Gang.

Here, the patrolling police force of the Washington Police Department dare not stop or pass by for more than 5 minutes.

Because they know that the police here is not a profession that can keep their personal safety.

On the contrary, they may be hit by the bullets fired from the window in the complex terrain in the next moment, and then penetrated and shattered the police badge on the forehead!
Then, if he had nothing to do with himself, he might not even be able to bring the corpse out of this block.

Just a policeman, dead is dead.Worth when the entire police department and the Red Hands are on fire?
In fact, the fire did not rise because many old police officers also had the characteristic tattoos of the Red Hand Gang on their bodies.

That is, a ferocious red devil's hand.

Black police gangs are the characteristics of the United States, don't play if you are unhappy!

Martin Luther's dark skin seemed to have been smeared with oil, and his strong muscles were thick and thick.

His whole body is like a shiny black wild boar, fierce and wild.

But this time, he noticed something unusual but not as usual, the news came from the insider of the police station.

It came from his pair of small but shrewd eyes.

A simple muscle stick can join gangs, but definitely can't become the leader!

Seeing that the sun was approaching noon, Martin Luther got up from the bed, and the woman next to him was half asleep and half awake asking him for high potion.

He ignored it, after all who knew if this white chick would survive another day on the block?

Although she may be a little princess in some ordinary family of three.

Although she is young, beautiful and kind-hearted, she is able to distribute relief to the homeless on the streets.

But now, she is a missing person after all, she has become addicted after all, after all, she has attracted many capable younger brothers to swallow her saliva yesterday
It's not his wife, not even his girlfriend.

Playing with friends who can blast people's heads with a gun together will not hurt your majesty as a leader, so just play with them.

As for what this woman will become after how much black "play" she accepts?
Martin Luther didn't care and didn't care.

No, he still cares a little about the profit of such a high-quality product, which starts to pick up customers after training.

After all, this is his business.

However, since Martin Luther got up, he has been feeling inexplicably irritable, but he can't find the reason.

A dark boy came in, whistled at the snow-white body on the bed, and then spoke to him.

"Boss, the disobedient policeman in our hands, Su Lun said that he has already done a good job in the police file and can deal with it."

"He will leave traces of taking bribes. This man is now a black policeman and a criminal."

The little brother said indifferently, and after talking about a police officer who refused to bribe with the most resolute attitude, he became a black policeman on the file, and he smiled rather mischievously.

Oh, poor little policeman.Guess his father, who has been a policeman all his life, will die of anger on the spot because of this shame?

Martin Luther frowned and lit his cigarette. Although he was inexplicably flustered, he had done such trivial things hundreds of times.

He commanded with ease: "Remember, the process can't be sloppy. Dismember it first, knock out all the teeth, crush all the fingers, then wash it with concentrated hydrochloric acid three times, and finally throw it into the river."

Knocking out teeth is to destroy tooth marks, crushing fingers is to destroy fingerprints, hydrochloric acid is to destroy DNA, rivers are.
river? !

Martin Luther had a quick wit and realized the source of his palpitations.

So quiet on the Potomac!
Washington is so quiet!

No roar of public transport or the noise of constant crowds. The capital of the United States is so quiet for the first time in hundreds of years!
Martin Luther remained calm.

"Is there any activity today, are the public facilities in Washington paralyzed?"

"Who knows what those sons of bitches in the government are doing. Anyway, all public transportation is stopped today. I heard that it is a problem with the energy line. The road is also blocked, and the pipeline is broken. Everything is rushing together."

The younger brother complained indifferently.

It's all bullshit!

thought Martin Luther.

It is good that Washington is incompetent, but the economic losses caused by a one-day shutdown in Washington are so great that people can't breathe!
In the face of such economic interests, they will never stop everything!
What's more, if the energy lines and pipelines are damaged, can all the ships on the Potomac River sink? !
This level of blockade is either a severe plague or a war!
As an informed black man, in Martin Luther's heart, only these two things can make those bureaucrats give up the daily economic benefits of Washington!
He jumped up from the bed like an electric shock.

With his naked body uncovered, he immediately summoned all the strong boys of the Red Hand Gang and opened up the gang's arsenal.

"RPG, Rifle, Ammo, Shotgun"

In the arsenal of a black police gang, the presence of prohibited weapons is hardly surprising.

He armed every little boy around him to the teeth, and there were a total of hundreds of gang members, all of whom were tall black men.

This scene made Martin Luther feel relieved.

But this is not enough.

"Is the human wall ready?"

He asked his younger brother.

"No problem." The younger brother replied while checking the bullets, "The elderly, children, and the goods we have trained are all on the outskirts of the community. Anyone who wants to attack here has to run over them first! But who dares Do it! Haha!"

The younger brother's brain is not as good as his own, but it is true.

Martin Luther nodded in agreement.

Public opinion is more powerful than guns. Who in this world would dare to open fire on women, children, and the elderly. And they are black women and children!
"Boom!!!"

Under the violent noise, the soil, houses, foundations, and stones all rolled like liquefied waves!
The solid building that the Red Hand Gang has been running for a long time is built according to the standard that can withstand the attack of the police's rapid reaction force.

But under the impact of the shells and the heat, the high-strength, high-thickness building materials are as frivolous as the icing on the cake.

"Wow! The flesh and blood are blown up in piles, this is called art!"

"Did they gather in advance to facilitate our bombardment? Otherwise, it would not be easy to have such an effect!"

A heavily armed National Guard, equipped with artillery, armored personnel carriers, and tanks, watched from not far from the community.

Every officer holding a telescope, under the stimulation of flying flesh and blood, his blood flow accelerated and his face was full of excitement.

Every soldier who manipulated weapons and bombarded his own country couldn't wait and was still not satisfied.

No human being in his right mind would make such an expression when he saw his own kind slaughtered.

No soldier in his right mind would be so excited to be on a killing mission in his own country.

They are all abnormal, they are the "scum army" assembled urgently.

The poor quality of personnel in the US Army is well known throughout the world.

Not referring to their poor military literacy, but the discipline and purpose of their army
Every country that is stationed by the United States can come up with a thick stack of indictments.

And in such an army, the crimes of torturing and killing civilians and raping civilians for no reason will also be dealt with.

But this time, Mr. Myron, whose power is rooted in the military, in order to complete the president's order and Bai Tangjing's order.

If you want to make full use of the "50 people" target, you can't let the soldiers under you have the slightest mercy.

But as long as a soldier's mind is normal, how can there be no soft-hearted things?

As a result, the "scumbags" dealt with in the army have new uses.

Ordinary soldiers are for the normal work of "guiding the crowd", while the scum army
They need to use merciless massacres to let those who are full of vigilance and insecurity know——

We want to kill you, but it's too easy, too simple!
Four big white guys in United States uniforms stood in front of the tank, and "YMCA" was blaring in the line.

This is a very old and very strong song, in the 80s, it was very "representative" in the United States.

Amidst the cheerful music, the four officers looked at the damaged houses in the distance, and the human beings who were shaken to death, stabbed to death, and burned to death inside.

The horrific death scenes of the same kind appeared in front of them, but they all seemed to be on a lively dance floor, swaying their limbs happily.

She even stuck out her moist tongue and licked her lips!

With their nervous eyes, hellish smiles, and actions that disgust people and ghosts, they are known to be the best among psychopaths!
If only in terms of the degree of abnormality, their status in war psychosis is like the white hall mirror among the giant beasts!Guo Haihuang is average!

"Forward. Forward!"

One of the four, shouted after the artillery cover.The first sound was slightly normal, but the second sound was almost an impatient scream.

The rumbling tracks crushed the spacious streets of Washington.They ignored all obstacles and headed towards the Red Hand Gang community in a straight line in the city with complex terrain.

The chassis is a pure war design, allowing the fully covered tracks to easily crush all obstacles.Whether it's a car or a huge concrete block, whether it's a steel prefabricated slab or a high-strength electrical wire.All were crushed into slag.

At the same time, it is also performing a task that does not belong to its mission, the meat grinder.

Blood squeezed out of the track like juice.

The survivors of the Red Hand Gang were terrified by the shining sparks and the meat grinder. They stripped off their weapons and bullet belts like poisonous snakes, and stood harmlessly by the side of the road, raising their hands to signal There is no threat to myself.

These tall black men are crying like a dog with a broken leg.

"No! Have mercy! Please!"

Then, they were swept into half a dozen pieces by the personnel carrier following the tank with the on-board machine gun.

The music of "YMCA" is still playing in a loop, and the four officers like the reverberation of singing, screaming and wailing.

"HI! YOUNG MAN!"

A big man in military uniform picked up a machine gun with his strong arms and fired, and the walls were so broken that they looked like cardboard.

It was directly smashed by bullets!The gang members behind were also shattered.

One of his hands is a prosthetic body equipped with the gene fluid of geocentric organisms, which can be manipulated even with a vehicle-mounted machine gun.

The officer was tone deaf, and when he shot and killed the gangsters, his body was still trembling involuntarily because of the pleasure.

"Not a single life-oh-oh! Not a single life!"

The newly compiled lyrics don't rhyme or please the ear, but everyone in the army is having a good time.

With the high medicine dispensed by the officer before departure, the saliva dripped down from the corner of the mouth, no one cared.

Gangsters and community residents are busy getting incontinent, running for their lives, or running for their lives while incontinent, and nobody cares.

Another of the four big guys was also humming, and poured several grenades into a house.

It wasn't until he felt that the vitality of the ordinary people inside was exhausted in pain and despair that he stopped in the dance-like twist.

"Boss, that's not right. Mr. Myron asked us to keep a few people as models to deter other soft-legged shrimps!"

The big guy in the lead paused slightly with the machine gun in his hand.

That's right, the commander's order is to "deter the civilians." If all these toys are killed here, wouldn't it have no deterrent effect on the large crowd a few kilometers away?
The black people huddled in the corner suddenly had a ray of hope in their tearful eyes that were so terrified that they were nervous.

Maybe live?
"Da da da!"

But in the next moment, the big guy started laughing and firing non-stop again!
On the land of the gang members, there was another pile of broken meat and bones.

"What's the use of living people? What's the fucking use?!"

"You! Pick up a corpse, the one who disemboweled him. Tie him to the front of the tank! Tie him into a cross! No! An inverted cross is enough!"

"You! Go catch a living person and weld a sky-high steel bar on the roof of the armored personnel carrier! Let him insert it alive!"

"I'm going to let his wailing last for half a day before it stops!"

Every slight vibration of the armored vehicle would become endless pain for that hapless man.

Every howl of his is enough to spread throughout the block!

As the scum army advances, it will spread throughout Washington!
The unfettered artistic creation of the big guy makes the whole scum army happy.

But he is still not satisfied with so many records, wouldn't it be a pity not to use them all?

Finally, the big guy who got off the tank accidentally stepped on Martin Luther.

This burly black man who dominates the underworld in Washington is no different from a pile of dead pork at this moment.

The big guy looked at his corpse and followed him.

The whole body must not be carried, it takes up too much space.

ear?Too small, not strong enough.

palm?At first glance, you can't tell the left and right, and you can't tell the quantity, which is not shocking enough.

Turning his eyes, he saw Martin Luther's shiny bald head.

"click"

The prosthetic palm clamped the black man's big bald head like a cake, and he pulled out a fighting knife.

"Wow! Boss! You are so good!"

The subordinates listened to the sound of friction between the skull and the knife, and watched the big guy take off a whole piece of scalp from the top of the black man's head!

Exclaimed in unison!

"Gentlemen, don't waste it!"

The big guy raised his scalp and laughed, preaching to his team.

"Let's decorate the tanks and vehicles!"

"YES, SIR!"

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