Beiyang 1917

These two gangsters have Wang Geng, a fat sheep, dazzling in front of them, and they don't care about the Mexican old man. Unless he doesn't come here to sell stalls in the future, it won't be a matter of minutes to clean up the old man in the future!

But the yellow-skinned monkey with a strange face in front of him looks a little arrogant, so he has to talk to him!

The curly-haired youngest raised his face proudly and roared,

"The yellow-skinned monkey has a serious tone, two dollars can buy you a good mood? Then the good mood of our brothers is disturbed by your two dollars, what do you say!"

"What's in the bag? Open it up and show us!" The second child on the bike shouted impatiently with a cigarette in his mouth.

Wang Geng felt annoyed and amused, seeing that the old man had disappeared at the corner of the street, he was afraid that he would not go far, so he put the burden on the ground by himself.

This fellow took out the Camel brand cigarettes that Edison had brought along from Edison earlier, took out a box of matches, lit them, and took a puff beautifully, without paying attention to the two small shrimps in front of him!

"Hey! I told you to unpack the bag! Did you hear that! How dare you look down on people, you yellow-skinned monkey?" The curly-haired youngest took out a dagger from his pocket and swung it in his hand, approaching Wang Geng.

"There are hot dogs and barbecue sausages in the bag, and I plan to take them home for supper! If you are hungry, one dollar is a hot dog, and I don't mind saving two more lost lambs!" Wang Geng flicked the cigarette ash in his hand, Random way.

"The yellow-skinned monkey is quite courageous! Dare to make fun of our brothers!" The curly-haired bastard lifted the bag from the ground, weighed it, squeezed it a few times, turned his head and said to the second child who was driving more,

"Second brother, it's really a hot dog. You smell it, and the aroma is coming out. Well, take this back to your business, or the boss will definitely lose his temper!"

"Bah! You three are worthless! A few hot dogs are nothing!" The second child on the motorcycle spit the cigarette butts in his mouth on the ground, turned around and said viciously to Wang Geng,

"Just a few hot dogs and you want to send our buddies off? Be sensible, hand over your wallet!"

For a gentle-looking Asian young man like Wang Geng, this white gangster called the second child didn't take him seriously. If he was black or Mexican, he might have to weigh it. Most yellow people in New York in this era are cowardly. You little timid guy, don't just spend two dollars to buy Taiping casually!

"Third brother, you are really a pig's brain, and you can get rid of a few hot dogs? Look at this yellow-skinned monkey's style, at least ten or twenty dollars can be squeezed out of him! Go up and search him!"

Hearing this, the youngest hung the bundle of hot dogs on the handlebars of the motorcycle, while flaunting the dagger in his right hand, he stretched out his left hand to grab Wang Geng's collar.

Wang Geng held the cigarette in one hand nonchalantly, and with the other hand he reached like lightning, he snatched the spinning dagger from the curly-haired bastard's hand.

The curly-haired bastard only felt a lightness in his right hand, and then a chill on his neck. The dagger in his hand had been in the opponent's hand at some point, and it was pressing against his Adam's apple. I can't react immediately.

The second child on the motorcycle behind was blocked by the body of his third child, and did not see what happened between Wang Geng and the third child.

"What are you dawdling with, the third one, hurry up and leave, the boss is in a hurry and watch your skin carefully!"

Wang Geng retracted the dagger and danced a ball of knife light casually in his hand, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish. .

Finally, Wang Geng stopped abruptly and stuffed the dagger back into the hands of the curly-haired bastard, and said disdainfully,

"Playing with a knife is an art. Your dagger looks pretty good, but you look too ugly when you play it. Go home and practice again. I am in a very good mood today, so I don't care about you two bastards , bring me the burden, you pat your ass and leave!"

The curly-haired gangster was in a state of confusion and didn't know what to do. The second child on the motorcycle kicked the guy and shouted,

"Third, what are you dawdling about! Hurry up and get your wallet and leave!"

The third child turned around with a bitter face, and the second child on the motorcycle was startled. The third child's eyebrows and beard were shaved off in a blink of an eye just now, and his whole face looked funny and ridiculous. I can't even hold the knife in my hand trembling!

"Second brother, this guy is a master at playing with knives. I'm afraid you and my brother will be killed today!" The third child always likes to play with knives, but he can shave off the eyebrows and beard of the other party in the dim street without hurting him. Man, he doesn't have this ability, the knife in his hand just now fell into someone's hands without knowing what happened!

Seeing this, the second child was furious, parked the car in twos and jumped off the motorcycle, squeezed the third child away with his arms, and directly took out a handful of black guys from his arms and said to Wang Geng,

"Third son, you trash, I told you that playing with a knife will hurt you sooner or later, and of course you have to rely on a gun when you come out to play!" The guy's voice was not finished, but his hand lightened. When he looked down, the revolver in his hand had already I don't know when it was in the hands of the other party.

Wang Geng looked down and saw a Colt .38 revolver whose paint had peeled off a little. The rifling in the barrel had been worn out a lot. This guy skillfully threw out the magazine and saw that the six rounds of bullets were gleaming. Lying in the new place, Wang Geng closed the magazine and twirled the revolver in his hand, then stopped suddenly and pointed the gun at the two gangsters opposite.

The two guys were so frightened that their legs softened and they knelt down, shaking their hands and shouting, "Good man! Spare me! We know we were wrong!"

Wang Geng sneered and said disdainfully,

"At first I didn't want to make myself angry, but someone insisted on forcing me to be angry with a knife and a gun. If I got angry, the consequences would be very serious. Those who dared to point a gun at me with a knife never ended well. You guys See what to do?"

"Hey, we knew we were wrong! Take this knife, it will be useful for peeling a fruit in the future!" The curly-haired young man held the hot potato-like dagger high above his head and dared not move.

"You really know you're wrong?" Wang Geng asked coldly.

"We really knew we were wrong!" Two stern idiots knelt on the ground and begged for mercy with their hands raised high!

These two bastards really winked at each other, but begging for mercy seemed natural to them, the curly-haired youngest was looking at the evil spirit who walked under the streetlight in front of him, no matter how familiar he looked, just a gust of wind blew and set off a broken piece of paper on the side of the road Newspaper, this guy has sharp eyes, and saw the photo of Wang Geng and the mayor together.

The curly-haired third child suddenly realized that this is the one who dared to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge. I heard that he is also a top student at West Point Military Academy, a running back in college football and a school shooting champion. Damn, how can this guy be provoked!

Curly kowtowed in a hurry and begged for mercy, although the second child next to him was not angry, but the gun was in the hands of others, the situation was stronger than others, this guy bowed his head in desperation and dared not bite his breath.

Wang Geng was playing with the gun in his hand, aiming around the heads of the two men while teasing them,

"One shot to kill you, one shot to kill you, only two bullets will kill you, is this considered a heroic act? On a dark and stormy night, two thieves dared to kill you on Fifth Avenue in New York. Just armed robbery? He deserved it if he was beaten to death!"

"Hey... good man, spare your life! We know we are wrong! The knives and guns in our hands are just to scare people, and we don't dare to use knives and guns to injure people..." The two gangsters begged for mercy while their eyes flickered privately , If you don't plan, run away!

The second child was thinking quickly, and hurriedly took out from his arms the two dollar protection fee that Wang Geng had paid for the old man in Mexico, handed it over his head, and said,

"Hero, hero! We really know we were wrong, take these two dollars back, take it back!"

"What a joke! This is the protection fee I paid for that hot dog stand owner. One dollar is worth one dollar. What, do you think that you robbed these two dollars?" Wang Geng said with a stare.

"Hey, don't dare!" The second child was dumbfounded for a moment, and the third child was also at a loss. The way of thinking of the master in front of him was too wild and unconstrained, and the two of them couldn't keep up!