The 10,000th Rebirth

Chen Luo suddenly laughed. He knew what was going on without thinking. The driver was clearly planning to take him to the slums to rob him.

This kind of thing is not uncommon even in Mumbai in 2019, and it is even more commonplace in 2009.

However, these Indian robbers also look at people. If it is a white person with a Western face, they will be much more careful.

Because India was colonized by the Eagle Country for more than 200 years, but the Indians have no hatred for the Eagle Country, and are even very grateful to the Eagle Country. It is generally believed that the Eagle Country's rule has brought them advanced systems and ideas.

So even these Indian hooligans have an inexplicable awe from the bones of Western white people, but if it is an oriental face like Chen Luo, alone, and going to a luxury hotel like the Taj Mahal, then they will most likely have crooked thoughts.

Especially places like slums are simply the cancer of the city and the hotbed of crime.

As long as there are slums in a city, the crime rate will not go down, and the public security situation will not be much better.

Chen Luo just smiled and closed his eyes again as if nothing had happened. He didn't mind playing with this bunch of rubbish since he was already here.

The car went further and further away, turning around in the slums, and soon reached the deepest part of the slums, and then slowly stopped.

A dozen Indians holding steel pipes, sticks and knives appeared outside the car. These people had dark skin and fierce faces, and they were obviously gangsters.

At this time, the driver turned around and shouted at Chen Luo in Indian English, "Get out of the car!"

At the same time, two gangsters came over, one stretched out his hand to open the right door, and stretched out his hand to drag Chen Luo out.

The other stretched out his hand to open the left door, trying to grab the handbag Chen Luo was carrying.

At this moment, Chen Luo's right elbow suddenly hit sideways, and his left leg kicked the abdomen of the man on the left at the same time.

Puff!

The gangster kicked in the abdomen by Chen Luo spit out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards five or six meters, and then fell into the sewage, without any movement.

The man on the right was not much better, screaming and falling to the ground with his head raised.

Chen Luo then got off the taxi calmly, and then he frowned slightly, because it was too smelly here, just like a cesspool.

Most of the slums are small shacks with an area of ​​4 or 5 square meters, and they are close to each other.

In order to save space, some are divided into three or four floors, where several generations of a family live - more than a dozen or twenty people, some of whom sleep directly on the ground.

These poor people in India live in these narrow and humid mazes.

Slums are naturally equated with dirtiness. The pollution here is more serious than the Ganges, with garbage everywhere and sewage flowing everywhere.

Chen Luo frowned and said in fluent Marathi, "Is this the cemetery you chose?"

At this time, the dozen gangsters were stunned. Looking at the two companions who fell to the ground, they didn't react for a while.

They had never seen a person with such terrifying power. He kicked people so far away with one foot. This inhuman power was beyond their imagination.

And they didn't expect Chen Luo to speak fluent Marathi. This language, like Hindi and English, is one of the main languages ​​used in Mumbai.

But this language is a local language. Like Hindi and English, it is not universally used throughout the country, so few foreigners will learn it. ·

"Go!"

A man who was obviously the leader changed his expression several times and suddenly shouted.

The dozen people didn't dare not listen. They shouted and raised their weapons and rushed towards Chen Luo.

Although there were many of them, they moved slowly, had flaws all over their bodies, and did not pose any threat. In Chen Luo's eyes, they were no different from a group of ants rushing up.

When he saw the first man's machete swinging down, Chen Luo casually reached out his hand and grasped the blade accurately and firmly.

The man was stunned for a moment. He had just used great strength to chop down, but Chen Luo actually grasped his blade with one hand, and it was like being clamped by a pair of pliers, and he couldn't pull it out no matter how hard he tried.

Chen Luo took the knife away as soon as he exerted force, and the man's body couldn't withstand the huge force, and he staggered towards Chen Luo's direction with the knife out of inertia.

Just as he wanted to let go of his hand in fear and stabilize his body, he saw the blade of his machete rolled back and then cut his throat like lightning.

Blood gushed out instantly, and the man's face still maintained a horrified expression, but his throat had been completely cut, and he fell directly to the ground.

Chen Luo picked up the machete and swept it across the neck of the second gangster like lightning.

......

In less than three minutes, more than a dozen gangsters fell to the ground, only the leader was so frightened that he froze and trembled.

Chen Luo's movements were so fast that it was like watching a movie at several times the speed, which made his eyes unable to keep up.

But he was sure that all his men had their throats cut by Chen Luo, leaving no room for resistance and dying directly.

What was even more terrifying was that Chen Luo did not have a drop of blood on his body from beginning to end.

The gangster leader was so scared that he even forgot to escape.

Chen Luo suddenly looked back at the taxi, and the driver also rushed to his car in a hurry, ready to run away.

He was also scared at this time. He thought he had robbed a fat sheep, but he didn't expect it to be a killing god.

In just a few minutes, more than a dozen lives were killed without taking human lives seriously.

Even if this is a slum and human lives are worthless, it shows how rampant and unscrupulous this person is.

Chen Luo smiled, raised his hand and waved, and the machete instantly crossed a distance of seven or eight meters, piercing the driver's chest like lightning.

With Chen Luo's terrifying power at this time, this knife directly knocked his body back several meters, and then nailed it to a wall, and died.

Chen Luo really didn't have much scruples in India. He was now using the face and passport of Park Junyu, the identity of H country. Even if he killed people here, it would not affect the identity of "Mr. Chen".

Moreover, the gangs in the slums are engaged in robbery, fraud, rape, sex and drug trafficking.

Usually no one cares if someone dies here, because the gangs can call the shots in the slums, and even collude with government officials and the police to make profits.

So Chen Luo killed and killed, without any psychological burden, and did not have to worry about any consequences.