Proof of Loyalty

'Bang' 'Bang'

Mike swung his elbow and chopped horizontally, knocking out the burly Brotherhood guarding the door in just a few moves. As long as they weren't too far away and Mike wasn't allowed to open fire, he had no fear of these untrained ordinary people.

They arrived at the top floor of the Brother's Nightclub, the third floor, at the entrance of a luxuriously decorated room.

Mike had no idea he was going to end up here. He only knew how to follow his boss's instructions: left, right, up. Mike carefully fought his way through. With a 25-cent coin in his hand, Mike fought with unusual boldness and confidence. Fortunately, the gangsters were not far away and did not have a chance to fire. Mike had already dealt with them without Ba Di having to lift a finger.

Mike twisted the doorknob; it was locked. He glanced back at Ba Di, and after receiving Ba Di's instruction, he kicked the rather ornate wooden door with his right foot. The lock was torn off, revealing a piece of dark yellow wood, and the door slammed against the wall with a 'bang'.

"Bang"

Mike's pupils contracted. The moment the door was kicked open, a burly Black man appeared behind the table, holding a Smith & Wesson M39 pistol. Upon seeing Mike, the man roared with a ferocious expression, "You dare touch the Brotherhood?!"

A flash of light erupted from the dark muzzle of the gun, and bullets shot out.

Mike's breath hitched, his pupils constricted, and he instinctively tried to roll to the side to get away from the gun barrel.

Before he could act.

Ba Di reached across his face, pinched the incoming bullet between his index and middle fingers, halting its forward momentum and stopping its trajectory as it pierced the air. The bullet was flattened between Ba Di's fingers.

Do you want power?

Ba Di held his flattened fingertip in mid-air, making it clearly visible to the burly black man who had fired the shot.

Mike suppressed his pounding blood, exhaled a breath of relief, and silently walked to the side, revealing Ba Di behind him.

Leon was stunned behind Ba Di.

This is... catching a bullet with bare hands?

Leon originally thought that Mike was the most powerful, tall and strong, with guns, practically like Ba Di's bodyguard.

Although Ba Di is not bad in physique, it has always been Mike who makes the moves. In addition Ba Di has a calm and dignified demeanor, like a leader of high position and authority.

How could anyone have imagined that Ba Di would catch the bullet with his bare hand and flatten the bullet tip? It was simply unbelievable, and he was so shocked that he was completely stunned and couldn't process what was happening.

The sturdy black man's ferocious face paused for a moment, and his eyes stared, as if he couldn't believe that someone could hold a bullet with his fingers. A bit of panic arose in his heart, and he roared ferociously, "Are you performing magic in front of me??"

'Bang bang bang bang bang'

Fear drove his mind, and five more bullets shot out from the dark muzzle, piercing the air.

With Ba Di index and middle fingers opening and closing, the first bullet fell to the fleshy part of his finger. Then he pinched it again, and the second bullet was caught. He opened his fingers again, and the second bullet fell down. He kept opening and closing his fingers, and the bullets were constantly being caught.

When the burly black man's pistol fired without any more bullets, Ba Di held six bullets between his index and middle fingers.

Do you want power?

Ba Di asked again, explaining that he had come to reclaim the Brotherhood and bring them under his control.

He came to reclaim the Brotherhood, and there was no need for anything too drastic. He didn't really want to kill them, but the Brotherhood's leader seemed to be acting strangely.

The burly black man's face was contorted in a terrifying grimace, his eyes filled with madness.

He threw away the Smith & Wesson M39 pistol and bent down to pull out an UZI 9mm submachine gun from under the table.

I'll fuck your mother!

The burly Black man's face was crazed. He knew that the man was up to no good when he saw Ba Di catch the bullet. Only madmen could survive in the Suicide Slum. Only madmen could survive.

He immediately raised the UZI 9mm submachine gun and fired rapidly, releasing his fear loudly along with the gunshot.

Ba Di's face turned cold, and he no longer had any intention of winning him over.

His original plan was to quietly enter, quietly take over the Brotherhood, then kill several other gang leaders, let his recruited subordinates occupy the territory, and put this place under his control.

But the Brotherhood leader has ignored Ba Di's words twice.

There won't be a third time.

The submachine gun was still spewing out a frenzied burst of fire, and the burly black man roared angrily, his face flushed.

Sudden.

The gunfire stopped.

Ba Di flung the bullet in his hand, and the powerful force pierced his heart, leaving the area around his heart mangled and his sternum broken. A large amount of blood splattered onto the wall behind him, a horrific sight.

A large hole was torn in the heart of the burly black man. Seeing the wall behind him, he collapsed to the ground with a ferocious expression, the UZI 9mm submachine gun in his hand falling to the ground.

Upon seeing this scene, Leon felt his stomach churn with acid, his mouth bulging like a hamster's, as if he were about to vomit.

"Leon, cut off his head."

"Ba Di said coldly, then turned and made way for the doorway, allowing Leon to see more clearly the state of the Brotherhood leader's death."

"What!"

Leon pressed his stomach, his eyes stinging from the Desire to vomit. When he suddenly heard Ba Di's words, he couldn't believe it for a moment.

Cut off his head? Why... why? Ba Di glanced at Leon indifferently. He didn't have much time to slowly cultivate his confidants. He could only use violence and bloodshed to catalyze the fear of his subordinates, using bloodshed to suppress them and instill awe and fear in them.

Ba Di didn't care what would happen to them, as long as they could carry out the orders he gave.

His true subordinates will create their own; these humans are merely a transitional measure.

"One minute later, Mike, Leon still hadn't beheaded him."

Ba Di said indifferently, showing no concern for the young man he had just recruited.

Mike nodded silently, glanced at the stunned Leon, took a sharp Military Dagger from his waist and threw it to him, then drew his Python Revolver from his waist, cocked the hammer, and pointed it at Leon's temple.

The military knife fell to the ground with a clanging sound and a dull thud from the plastic handle hitting the ground.

Leon's body stiffened, his hands and feet were ice-cold, and the sensation of the gun barrel against his temple made him break out in a cold sweat. Only then did he realize that earning a thousand dollars a month was not easy.

The Brotherhood founded by three brothers who were said to have a deep bond and had even taken bullets for each other. He didn't know which one was in front of him now, but once you cut off someone's head, there was no turning back.

Leon was sweating profusely. He swallowed hard, feeling like Mike's gun was sticking out of his back. He managed to say with difficulty, "I... I... I'll return the thousand dollars to you."

Ba Di rubbed his palms together, glanced at him, and said calmly, "Leon, I have high hopes for you. I need men under my command too."

"What kind of man is he if he doesn't bleed? You have 40 seconds left."

After finishing his sentence, Ba Di turned and left, walking down the deep corridor.

"37"

"36"

"35"

Mike counted mercilessly.

Leon's face was filled with terror, his whole body was soaked in sweat that clung to his clothes, his hands and feet were trembling, and his eyes were stinging with tears.

"Think of your brother."

Mike suddenly stopped counting, said something, and then started counting again.

They counted to "27".

Leon's pupils contracted, and he gasped for breath, the intensity of his inner struggle no less than that of a magnitude 20 earthquake.

After a while, when Mike counted to 10...

Suddenly his eyes widened, and he roared in terror.

"Ah!!"

He suddenly rushed into the room with a knife in his hand.

Mike put down the Python Revolver and waited.

Only when Leon came out with the head did he pat his blood-soaked shoulder.

"I, Mike, am just as good at judging people as I am at judging women's bust and hips. Follow me, and you'll get things beyond your wildest dreams."

Mike offered a word of comfort, then led Leon, who was breathing heavily and covered in blood, to catch up with Ba Di.