Chapter 861 The Killer Comes From Life, Higher than Life

Hudson: ... who are you so stupid! This is a special anti-slip handle! No matter how slippery it is, it's impossible for this thing to cross most of the room and smash through the wall!

But when his eyes fell on the young man's hand, he immediately stepped back and crashed into the little friend behind him before stopping.

Luke walked to the door, ripped off the 80 sledgehammer, looked at a group of gangsters outside the door and said with a smile, "What's the matter?"

The gangsters looked at him and saw that he had an 80 sledgehammer in his right hand and a cutting machine in his left hand, taking two steps back together again.

If these two things slip again, it will kill people.

Just after they took two steps back, another shadow fell from the sky.

Bang! Snapped!

After a muffled sound, a large piece of gray-black object spilled on the ground.

"Ah, my dear, I slipped my hand too, so I didn't kill anyone." A magnetic and pleasant female voice came from the second floor.

Changed to the past, this sound can make the little gangsters talk immediately.

At this moment, everyone was sweating coldly on their foreheads, and they retreated several meters to look upstairs.

But the second-floor window directly above them was open, but no one could be seen.

Where they stood before, there was already an overturned cement bucket, and the cement mortar inside polluted a large part of the ground.

It is conservatively estimated that this bucket of cement mortar weighs twenty pounds.

If they didn't take two steps back just now, this bucket of cement would hit someone's head.

Temple, who was sitting in the car next to him, smiled wryly.

She knew that it was not so simple for this young man and woman.

People who are not short of money and dare to live in the Clinton area are either stupid or bold, or they are not small.

With the ease and intelligence shown by these two men and women, they are definitely not the former.

Just now, she watched Selena look at the window on the second floor with her own eyes, then went back and threw a bucket of cement mortar.

This temper is not as charming as her voice.

Headed by Hudson is the worst.

He was almost headshot by an 80 sledgehammer, and he was also the closest person to the cement mortar. The snow-white sneakers on his feet had turned into gray-black spots.

Luke continued to smile apologetically: "I'm sorry, I stained your shoes. How about you take it off and wait for me to send it to the dry cleaner?"

Just when Hudson wanted to get angry, he saw Charlie and Laka on the side of the door with anxious faces, gesturing with their hands, and exaggerated lips, but they didn't dare to make a sound.

Hudson and the two often played together, and their gestures and mouth movements were like pouring cold water from scratch.

He struggled to squeeze out a crying smile, and bowed again and again: "Yes, I'm sorry, it was we who disturbed your decoration. I still have something to do, so I won't bother you with the shoes. I have someone in the dry cleaners, and I will wash them myself. Goodbye, goodbye. ."

As he spoke, he backed away, and when he finished speaking, he backed away seven or eight meters away, turned around and ran.

joke! Charlie and Raka's gestures are telling him, go, this is a "professional" who will kill.

The law and order in the Clinton area is poor because there are many gray and even black people living here.

Compared to those super villains who make killing as a profession and even make fun of them, these little gangsters can only be regarded as good people.

It's not like it happened once or twice that the little gangster who didn't know the sky and the earth provoked the wrong person, and the whole family died the next day.

They are just a group of half-old children, robbing tolls and stealing in the sky, how can they dare to force such a black professional.

The seven or eight little gangsters ran away like this, leaving only a series of gray-black cement marks on the sidewalk.

Luke turned his head and looked at the two relieved black boys next to him: "It seems that they are your friends, then you are responsible for cleaning up this mess, and don't destroy the public health in New York City."

Charlie and Laka looked at the piece of cement mortar he pointed to, their faces full of confusion: "What?"

Wasn't this cement bucket thrown down by that stubborn beautiful girl upstairs? She is the one who destroys public health, what's our business?

Charlie always wanted to be slick, and immediately raised his hand: "Report to the boss, they are not our friends."

Luke looked at him with a half-smiling smile: "Really? Then next time I meet them, there is a high possibility that my hands will slip."

When he said this, his 80 sledgehammer seemed to be about to move.

Charlie looked at the sledgehammer, which was a little more active, and swallowed.

He thought hard for a moment, then nodded painfully: "I'm sorry, I remembered it wrong, they are indeed my friends, I'll clean up."

Although the relationship between Hudson and him is not as good as that of Racha, they are still friends who have played together until the end, and he doesn't want to see their heads bloom.

He is so honest now because Luke and his cousin Temple have chatted a few times these days, and he didn't avoid him and Raka deliberately.

During those conversations, Charlie heard the names of several Clinton district bosses from Luke and Selena.

But when it comes to these people, Luke and Selena's tone is the same as that of ordinary people, neither bragging nor inquiring.

It seems that they are looking for Temple to confirm the "honorable deeds" of these bigwigs.

In addition, Charlie was cleaning garbage on the rooftop a few days ago, and when he came down the stairs, he happened to meet Selena carrying a bag to the fifth floor.

He just moved his nose to smell the thick gun oil that was sure in the big bag.

Looking at the straightness of the large bag and the dimensions of the exterior, he determined that it could only be a gun inside.

Moreover, this long bag will not only have one or two pistols, at least two rifles or shotguns.

Normal people are not qualified to keep rifles at home, and most gang members only carry a pistol on weekdays.

Those who like to keep a few rifles at home are generally military enthusiasts, professional gang thugs, mercenaries, and killers.

Charlie's own judgment leans towards the latter.

Unlike other professions, which are best to be ferocious, killers need harmless disguise, which can save a lot of trouble when killing people.

After getting along for a few days, Charlie found that Luke and Selena were both very strong. By observing their body shapes and movements, he was even more sure of their "professional" status.

Therefore, even if he works very hard, he does not dare to slip.

As long as he thinks that Luke is a killer, the first sentence he said "I'm a man of the rules. If you take my money, you have to do things seriously", Charlie's vest shivered.

If he took the money from this Mr. Killer and sneaked away, then what if Mr. Killer didn't follow the rules of paying for killing and killed himself for free?

He also told his cousin Temple about this speculation. In exchange, she glared at him with an idiot expression on her face for a while, and then said, "Read more books when you have time, don't watch those killer movies every day."

Charlie can only be depressed. Cousin's thinking has never been on her channel, and everyone has no common language.

Doesn't she understand that movies are something that comes from life and is higher than life? 8)

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