Chapter 1785 Coward, Diss, Pussy

The little gangster grabbed the money and stuffed it into his pocket, put his gun back into his hand, picked up the two bottles of wine on the counter, and with the other hand, he did not forget to grab a handful from the chocolate shelf next to the cash register.

Stuffing this handful of chocolates into his pocket, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, grabbed a few more bottles of chewing gum and condoms, and said to Mrs. Chen, "Beep next time, and the payment will be doubled", before walking out the door swaggeringly .

Eddie took back the dog's head silently, he couldn't control this matter.

Don't look at him daring to hate the Life Foundation, just because the other party is a company that is on the bright side.

When things get brought to the table, there is more or less a chance of wrangling legally.

This kind of punk on the street doesn't care about the law at all.

For this kind of robbery, the shopkeeper may not necessarily call the police, and the police may not be able to catch (or not be caught), and if caught, there is no conviction.

Even if you are convicted, as long as no one is injured or killed during the robbery, you will be released on parole within a few months at most.

California's prisons have always been very tight, and there is simply no room for these rampant punks.

Hey, if only Batman had shown up in San Francisco. The thought came to Eddie's mind involuntarily.

Most of the gangs in Los Angeles are no longer doing blackmail with guns.

Because those gang members who are aboveboard and collect protection fees everywhere will be collectively sent to the hospital every once in a while.

Broken hands and feet once or twice, it's not easy to take a gun or escape, and a punk who doesn't have these two things is not competitive.

As a Batman fan, Eddie has already understood that this is the work of the Bat Squad through data and statistical analysis.

The first is Batman and Black Catwoman, they are the famous "knee breakers" in Los Angeles.

Then Batman left, the Dark Knight was on top, and New York's "Bonebreaker" appeared.

Well, maybe I should send them a message for help and let the dark knights come to San Francisco for a bone-crushing trip? They are also responsible for this.

The gangsters who have become wary of Los Angeles in the past two years have all come to San Francisco to do extortion.

Why doesn't this kind of guy just hit the disabled? Keeping it can only harm good people.

A certain reporter was flashing extremely violent thoughts, but his body stood honestly in the food area without moving.

That guy has a gun, and there is a companion outside who should also have a gun.

San Francisco is not simple and simple New York City, there are too many lawless gangsters.

In order to grab a wallet, it is not uncommon for neurotic gangsters to shoot each other directly.

He ran up to stop him, and the other party's brain became hot, and the possibility of shooting him was not small.

It's just that I was robbed of a little money, there is no need to go all out, I am definitely not cowardly. He murmured in his heart.

Then, his eyes saw a bunch of puppies coming from the side passage, looking at him with "wuliuliu" dog eyes. The dog's face seemed to have... a mocking expression?

From his point of view, the puppy barked at him twice, turned and walked away, as if he disliked him very much.

illusion! This must be a hallucination caused by fever! He shook his head, told himself so, picked up the basket and walked to the counter.

Mrs. Chen's expression was much different than when he entered the door, silently scanning the goods in his basket.

Eddie was a little embarrassed and couldn't help saying, "Everything will be fine."

Mrs. Chen's eyes were red and she lowered her head: "It's impossible, Eddie. Life is always like this."

Eddie was speechless, once again he felt powerless, and again he thought of the superheroes in New York.

Perhaps, only by using violence to control violence like them can this situation be suppressed a little bit! At least... the punks won't pull out their guns anytime and anywhere, threatening other people's lives?

put an end to? That is impossible.

Eddie is a genuine USC graduate, and he knows that this is not a problem of simple gangsters, but a chronic disease of American society.

Who made this a country full of guns!

On the car not far from the supermarket, Jin Nugget continued to diss its kind: "Pussy! The host of Venom is so badly chosen, even a little gangster dare not do it. Haha, no matter how timid it is, it still doesn't want to part with it? Followed again The family is here, and there is no class at all."

Luke and Selena looked at each other, silent.

They have at least found a college student, but what you are looking for is a dog.

Although Meidao enjoys better treatment than college students, the status of dogs is not as high as that of Eddie.

It's just that Eddie has been dying frequently recently and has fallen into a trough in life.

But neither of them hit a certain dog's head.

It’s still the same thing as before—no matter how bad this guy is, he’s still his own dog, so what if he’s more expensive than other college students.

...

Here, Eddie went upstairs and closed the door, opened the milk he just bought at the dining table, and prepared to make chocolate cereal.

And that string of puppies also came to his door, and the black asphalt venom sprang out from it, and flowed in against the crack of the door.

Holding the cereal in his hand, Eddie recalled what happened from last night to today, a little distracted.

Venom slid forward from the floor, clung to his feet, and burrowed back into this familiar body without a sound.

After the first symbiosis, Eddie, who was distracted, was completely unaware of the "going home" of the venom, but a deep voice suddenly sounded in his head: "Hurry up, I'm hungry."

Eddie shook his hands in fright: "What?"

He looked around, but the room was silent.

"Maybe I'm really hungry?" He murmured, and finally poured the cereal in his hand into a bowl.

"Pour more." The low voice said again suddenly.

Eddie was so scared that he threw the cereal out: "Who? Who's talking?"

The house was quiet again.

Eddie:? ? ?

Downstairs in the car, Selena had already sat in the front row in order to facilitate the dog's fun.

As a result, a dog was laughing and rolling around in the back seat, and did not forget to send a voice message to share its impressions of the monitoring: "Hahahaha, what a host of sand sculptures, this little girl Claire is more courageous than him."

Luke, Selena: ...You actually don't want to let go of any chance of diss venom, do you?

Eddie and Venom upstairs didn't know that there were people watching them.

Finally, after Eddie checked the room and made sure there was nothing abnormal, he picked up the milk cereal and took a sip.

Boom boom boom! There was a faint knock on the door suddenly.

The milk cereal that Eddie had just imported made a "puff~click~", most of it was sprayed back into the bowl, and the small part was stuck on his face.

Insisting on putting down the bowl, he coughed violently.

After he took a breath, he pulled a few tissues, wiped the milk splashed on his face and body, and walked towards the door suspiciously.

"Don't open the door." A deep voice reminded him in his head.

Eddie froze, but decided to ignore this inexplicable "auditory hallucination".

Dr. Lewis has said that many diseases can cause fever, and auditory hallucinations are also very common.

Eddie moved his eyes to the cat's eye and saw that there was only the opposite door, and no one was in front of it.

This is the end of the corridor, and the window is on the right. Is it some kind of child's prank? He didn't pay much attention to it, he unlocked the door casually, poked his head out and looked to the left.

He saw a black-clothed bald-headed man with four black-clothed men standing by the door, just facing him.

The bald man in black grinned grimly: "It's really hard to find you." He walked to the door, pushed Eddie back into the house, and followed him in.

Four big men in black also filed in and squeezed into the room.

Eddie, who staggered back, looked at the five big men who were staring at him, felt a strong philosophical atmosphere, and couldn't help but tense: "Everyone, are you looking for the wrong person?"

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