death of hope

Chapter 351 "Corporate Warrior" (266) Cold Water Topping

Gangsta rapper BD woke up with a start,
He was trembling all over, and his upper and lower teeth were knocking because a bucket of cold water was poured down his face.

(I've been kidnapped...) he thought.

In his last memory, the black-haired woman smashed his head hard with the butt of a gun, and then the world spun,
Can only be at the mercy of others. Someone injected some medicine into his arm vein with a syringe, and then he was tied up and thrown into the trunk in a daze.
It was inexplicably comfortable to toss along the way, and I have been so lethargic until now.

"What the hell! What kind of medicine did you give me...? My head is dizzy."

"Medical anesthetic, don't worry, safe dosage, you won't become a fool."

"This is... where..."

"in heaven."

"Heavenly diva, I don't believe in Jesus."

The rapper BD cursed as usual, trying to hold up his eyelids,
He found himself tied to a chair with thick hemp rope, and the wound on his palm was bandaged,

The environment he was in should be a damp and moldy basement in the New Brooklyn neighborhood, with mottled and peeling walls, and with the help of flickering lights, he saw that the wall was sprayed with spray paint graffiti of the Lame Gang's rivals, the Blood Gang.

Said to himself:
"People from the Blood Gang? No... We have already ceased fighting, I remembered! It's a black-haired, yellow-skinned woman!
She killed my driver and DJ... and blew up my car... let go of my girl!
Yellow skin... Asian... must be... the Sanlian Gang in Chinatown! "

"Uncle Hei, what are you talking about here, are you crazy?"

BD felt the warm breath sprayed on his face, and smelled an elegant fragrance, very close to him, a tall blonde girl with delicate features was pressing a cold stethoscope to his chest:
"Heartbeat 105, speeding up, obviously the anesthetic has taken effect." The blond girl said.

"Holy shxt! What a beautiful blonde girl!" The rapper calmed down after being excited for a few seconds:
"White girl, then, it's not the Chinatown Triple Gang, who is it? The Slavic Gang? The Irish Gang? Or the Italian Mafia?"

"Don't let this guy guess, it's a waste of time."

A large man with broad shoulders and a scarred face came out of the shadows of the basement. From his face, he knew that the visitor was not friendly. He took out an old booklet from his pocket and showed it to BD, with a five-pointed star printed on the cover.

The rapper froze for two seconds, then his expression became surprised:
"This book was given out at a meeting when we were in the commune... Oh! Got it! It's not a gangster! Qi Guwale sent you here!?"

Lynch did not answer the rapper's question, but opened the booklet and read out the other's personal information:
"Bryce Compaore,
Native place: Ubri Tenga Province, Burkina Faso Plateau Central Region, occupation, musician, poet, hiphop fashion designer.

He used to be a propaganda member of the Burkina Faso Commune. He abandoned his comrades and fled privately in a battle to defend the plantation. "

The rapper was not afraid when he heard it, but instead put on a cheerful expression as if he was relieved:

"It sounds like Gewale wrote it, haha! That's a good feeling, I have a way to survive! Listen carefully, I'm not a traitor to the commune, just a deserter."

"A deserter...that's all?"

Lynch, who is a veteran, was quite angry about this. "You're so thick-skinned, thank you for being able to speak."

"Big man, haven't you heard a saying? Thick-skinned, eat enough, thin-skinned, can't eat!"

BD is a talented rapper. He even speaks in a rhythmic way, as if he is about to sing at any time:

"These days, the only way to have a future is to work with the company. Unfortunately, I didn't go to college, and I don't have a diploma. I don't want it... Hahaha!"

"Why are you a deserter?" Lynch asked.

"Poor!

If I hang out with gangsters, at least I can eat meat and have girls to play with. If I still hang out with the stupid organization of Guwale and his gang, I will starve to death a long time ago! "

"Shameless!" Sigdrifa said through gritted teeth.

"Huh? Shameless? Blonde girl, don't talk about benevolence and morality to me. Your people killed my driver and DJ and blew up my car. It's also murder and arson. It's not a good thing. Just pretend to be NM ah!"

"Your driver and DJ killed unarmed civilians, even the elderly and children. We have been investigating nearby for a while." Lynch said: "They should have died long ago, and the sheriff of this colony did not act. We have to do it for us.”

BD was speechless after being refuted. He raised his hands and said, "Okay, okay! There is no point in hurting each other. Since Qi Guwale sent you here, you have to abide by the rules of the organization."

"How to say?"

"Gewale is a man, a cruel man,
The shortcoming is that the guy is full of unrealistic fantasies, thinking about robbing big money to distribute the land, wishing to distribute all the company's property to the poor, it is a dream.

But he also has advantages. He is well-mannered and loyal enough, and all the upper class people respect him.

To be honest, I have been with countless gangs in my life, from Haiti, Congo, Uganda, and now Brooklyn, and I have never seen a more just boss than Guwale. He does not discriminate against us blacks and sets the rules Also very reasonable.

Only traitors who betray important information about the organization will be executed.As for deserters like me, Gewale is mostly expelled, and he is completely out of sight. After all, there are few people like him who are not afraid of death.

Occasionally, those who settle accounts after autumn, at most, just whip a few whips to calm down. "

"Do you think we'll let you go?" Lynch's eyes became sharp.

"No no no, buddy, I still made mistakes first. I became a deserter and cheated my teammates. Did you bring a whip? Remember to spank the buttocks, don't hit the front, my big baby can't be hurt."

"We didn't have whips, and you guessed wrong, BD,

We are not members of the commune, and of course we don't have to obey the rules of Zi Guwale. "The speaker was Wang Hongye, looking at the rapper with a prey look.

(is her!)

BD felt like he was in cardiac arrest. The voice was like a living Hades urging him to die. He had seen that this oriental heroine's skill and ruthlessness,
Strange weapons, darts, ring-shoulders, and special submachine guns, the martial arts skills she used, the shooting skills that can still control the muzzle beating when fully automatic shooting, are all powerful that he has never seen before, it must be It takes hard work to achieve success.

BD knows very well that even if the cripple gang sends a van of killers together, they will be slaughtered by this skinny Asian girl.

And the teammates around her didn't seem to be any good, especially the big guy, whose strength was unfathomable.

Such outstanding, professionally trained masters are likely to be employed by the company or the Federation. BD knew that he had gotten into big trouble, swallowed, and said:
"Could it be... you guys are corporate fighters... or someone from the FBI?"

The scary face of the big guy is close to BD:

"It doesn't matter who we are, the important thing is that you must answer my question truthfully, which is especially important for your safety, understand."

The rapper was so scared that he almost peed his pants: "Ming... got it..."

"Tell me everything you know about Patricia Lynch."

(End of this chapter)