The Amazing Journey of the Knight of the Ring

English, nightmare.

However, what he didn't expect was that something magical would always happen at night in this city.

The location of the abandoned old house is not remote. After walking a few streets, you can come to the center of a commercial street. However, when he passed an alley, a voice sounded.

"hi, man, give me your money"

A pistol was aimed at Ralph. Although he had given back almost all the English he had learned for more than ten years to the teacher, he still remembered the word money.

Hearing this, Ralph was a little surprised - was he robbed?

At this moment, two figures sprang out of the alley, came to Ralph's side, and surrounded him, as if to prevent him from escaping.

In addition to the person holding the pistol, the three of them are all black, and their facial features can hardly be seen in the dark, but the eye-catching dreadlocks and the stench of sweat all over made Ralph frown.

But at the same time, he was also a little excited.

The robber, this is the first time I encountered this situation, the knight of the Lord of the Rings was blocked, which is interesting.

"hey, boy, what are you doing? take out your wallet!"

The man with the gun got a little impatient when he saw that Ralph didn't move, and stretched out his hand towards Ralph, as if to search his body.

But suddenly his hand lightened, he looked subconsciously and found that his pistol had fallen into Ralph's hands.

"If you run into me, you are unlucky."

Without giving them time to react, he punched the man with the gun directly in the abdomen. Suddenly, the man's body bowed like a lobster.

"oh—a—"

The retching sound came from his mouth, the man with the gun collapsed to the ground clutching his stomach, and the other two seemed to want to run away.

But Ralph didn't want to let them go, grabbed their necks one by one, and then yanked them in the middle.

boom--!

The dull collision between the head and the head sounded, and the two fell to the ground and passed out.

"It just so happens that I don't have the currency here yet."

After clapping his hands, Ralph searched a few people and found a few rolls of green bills. The Franklin head on it made Ralph determine where it was.

"It's really America, it's interesting now."

Taking the banknotes, Ralph continued to walk over.

But he didn't notice that there was an intersection on the way from the old house to the commercial street, and there, a camera was facing the old house and was running continuously.

Just as he was about to enter the commercial street, Zaruba suddenly made a sound.

"Normal development, I'll take a look."

Ralph was not surprised. This kind of thing has happened many times. He turned and walked towards a street on the right.

Suddenly, a panicked voice entered his ears.

"help! help me!"

[243.Chapter 2 Mustangas]

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There is never a shortage of gangsters in this city. After all, here, gangsters are sometimes more useful than the police. Walter is such a person. His family background is not good. In prison, his mother ran away with others, and this background led him to start selling fans in major entertainment venues when he was a teenager.

The 28-year-old, who until now has achieved nothing, has spent almost as much time in prison as he has at home in recent years.

Robbery, strong (harmonious) rape, selling fans, gang fights, etc., have almost tried it over and over, and there is nothing he dares to do.

Just like now, the young white woman who was cornered by him was screaming in horror, but a trace of tyranny and satisfaction rose in his heart.

This city, no, it should be said that in this country, there are very few people who are still wandering outside after nine o'clock, let alone such a young girl. Walter feels that he seems to be favored by the goddess of luck recently, and he can't wait. I want to enjoy the prey in front of me.

There seemed to be a melodious cry in his ears.

But at this moment, the sound of rapid footsteps was getting closer.

anyone?

Walter turned his head subconsciously, if it was an ordinary person, it would be fine, and the note would only be a little troublesome, but if it was those guys, I'm afraid something would happen.

Finally, the owner of the footsteps appeared at the entrance of the alley.

Then the light of the street lamp, Walter saw clearly, it was a man in a white coat, from the sensory point of view, it seemed that he should be very young, but his face was hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see it.

"Hey, who are you? If you don't want to die, get away from me..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the young man in front of him took out a bell from his arms.

Jingle~

The crisp bell echoed in the dark alley.

Walter didn't understand why he was doing this, but he was impatient to wait, and he took out a gun from his arms and was about to deal with this ignorant young man.

But at this moment, a sour voice sounded from behind him.

creak ~ creak ~