Mr. Stork originally planned to pay the money and settle the matter. After all, they had a mission and there was no need to create complications for such a small amount of money.
But now these gang members seem to regard his low-key behavior as weakness and someone who can be bullied.
Mr. Stork is also a middle-aged man who has experienced hardships. How could he not know that even if he makes up for the so-called price difference, he will not be able to leave easily.
The other party will definitely keep asking for it until all valuable things are squeezed out of both of them.
Mr. Stork's face darkened.
"I know your Kuka Gang Milu Dagan. You can ask someone to inform him now, just say he is an 'old friend of Third Street'." He said solemnly.
This Milu is a high-level backbone of Kuka Gang. Mr. Stork has cooperated with him before. Presumably, reporting his name can avoid this trouble.
Unexpectedly, the blind man was startled for a moment, then grinned.
"Milu, when we occupied Oak Gang's territory a few days ago, we died of the plague."
As he spoke, he shook the steel pipe in his hand, tapped his palm lightly, tilted his head and threatened:
"Don't talk about the dead, give the money quickly... or we can personally take off your clothes and search for the money."
Mr. Stork The five fingers of the leather gloves tightened Steel-core Cane in his hand.
He was planning to take action.
Gilan At this moment, he put his right hand behind his back, touched the sapphire ring on his middle finger with his thumb, and then made a subtle gesture.
Bang!!
There was a sudden gunshot.
Mr. Stork The blind man in front of him fell to the side in response, with blood pouring from his head.
Everyone was shocked.
They all turned to look in the direction from which the gunfire came, and saw a member of Kuka Gang hiding behind the iron bungalow, leaning out and pointing a gun in this direction.
He looked ferocious and yelled:
"Damn it Amaz, I've tolerated you for a long time! This is what will happen if you don't pay back the money you owe!"
As he spoke, he pointed the gun at another companion.
"And you! Mr. Gao! You blamed me for playing cards the day before yesterday. I'll kill you!"
Bang!!
Another shot was fired, and a tall, thin man looked in disbelief and fell down, clutching his chest.
At this moment, the entire Kuka Gang members were stunned.
Just because of this, you actually killed gang brothers?!
However, soon, several men on the other side of the hole in the wall suddenly picked up steel pipes and knives and started fighting with each other. They looked hateful, as if the other person was the enemy who killed his father.
"Bastard! Are you seducing my wife?!"
"What the hell! I'll kill you!"
"Little Darren, help me!"
"I remember! I always remember! When we were having sex together, you even laughed at me for being shorter than you!"
For a moment, the members of Kuka Gang were in chaos.
Steel pipe Bone Crusher, knife penetrated into body.
Swearing, screaming, and banging gunshots continued one after another.
The scene was bloody and chaotic.
Mr. Stork Seeing this, he quickly whispered, "Let's go!"
After saying that, he took the lead in passing several corpses with his walking stick, lowered his body and got in through the hole in the wall.
Gilan follows closely behind.
What only he could see, a slender little person the size of a palm flew to his shoulder, hovering next to his ear, and a charming voice came:
"Master, how are you doing Vivi?"
"Great job." Gilan whispered.
Then he raised his hand and pretended to hold his hat, but actually stretched out an index finger and gently touched the head of the familiar Vivi.
He knew that simply torturing and oppressing the familiar would not be beneficial in the long run.
Occasionally giving some recognition and comfort can make it more obedient.
Sure enough, when he finally heard a compliment from Gilan, Vivi seemed very surprised and immediately flew around his head, giggling.
"Master, Vivi will work hard to become better! Make the master happy!"
Seeing Gilan gently raise his hand, Vivi quickly flapped the small bat wings behind his back and took the initiative to get into the sapphire ring.
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After Mr. Stork and Gilan entered the wall hole, they saw a deserted open space in front of them.
The ground is overgrown with weeds, and some vegetation survives tenaciously, but it is also wilting, turning waxy yellow, and swaying in the wind.
Bricks, gravel and some construction debris were randomly discarded around.
Further away, there is a gravel path. Gray-black rough cement buildings stand on both sides of the path. Most of them are unfinished, with exposed steel bars, and they look dilapidated and lonely.
Mr. Stork put on the Red-billed Stork mask. Without saying much, he just waved and motioned for Gilan to put it on too.
Gilan nodded, put the Snowy Owl Mask in his hand on his face, and then followed Mr. Stork forward.
The two walked one behind the other through the open space, onto the gravel path, and then headed east.
Soon, they heard bursts of coughing coming from the unfinished buildings on both sides.
Turning around, I could vaguely see some thin figures moving around.
Some of them were huddled in the corner, some were holding on to the wall and vomiting and diarrhea, and some were lying on the ground like corpses, wailing from their mouths.
"Unfair!!"
"Oh my god! What did I do wrong?!"
"Damn the police station! Damn the parliament! Damn the rich people!!"
Several shouts came from the unfinished building, implying deep resentment.
"Is the plague so serious?"
Mr. Stork shook his head, and a sigh came from under the mask.
The two of them continued walking forward and found someone lying on the side of the road, face down, his body was thin and blue, and he had been dead for a long time.
There are many such corpses, and you can see them every time you walk a certain distance.
Mr. Stork's footsteps seemed heavier.
Gilan's expression under the mask is also quite solemn.
This is no ordinary plague...
Even the officials are not willing to come here to collect the corpses, and they are letting things go as they please, which is obvious.
"Kind sir!"
At this time, in front of the gravel path, a surprising but hoarse voice sounded.
Gilan The two stopped and looked up.
I saw an old man in ragged clothes, staggering towards this side with a young girl in his arms.
"Please save my granddaughter! She is still so young, but she is infected with the damn plague. Oh my God, what should I do?!"
The old man cried.
But Gilan saw clearly that the girl was as skinny as firewood, her eyes were tightly closed, and she seemed to have no breath.
Even the old man was about the same. He was as thin as a straw due to severe dehydration and looked like he would fall over when the wind blew. Under the sunken eye sockets, there was a pair of desperate eyes.
Mr. Stork looked at the old man running, but directly took out his gun.
He held Luger in his hand and pointed it forward.
"Don't come any closer!" he said solemnly.
The old man kept walking, still holding his granddaughter in his arms, as if Gilan were his life-saving straw.
Bang!
Mr. Stork fired.
The bullet hit the ground in front of the old man as a warning.
At this time, the old man finally stopped and realized that the gentleman in front of him was not joking.
His cloudy eyes were full of despair and his expression was painful.
Immediately his face changed and he looked furious.
"It's not fair! It's not fair!!" the old man shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Why are you not infected with the epidemic? Why do you live in a spacious and clean neighborhood, have food and drink, and live a decent life! Why do you let us suffer and let my granddaughter suffer like this!"
"Oh God! This is not fair!!"
The old man roared his last loud voice, then he fell straight down holding the girl's body and died.
Mr. Stork's body froze in place.
This scene seemed to shock him.
It wasn't until a long while that Gilan heard an inaudible sigh coming from under Mr. Stork's red mouth mask.
He knew that Mr. Stork was not cold-blooded, but rather powerless.