Chapter 708 Oh Lah (4,000 Words)

Under Takahashi's pitiful and condescending look down, the black wings slammed down the desperate atmosphere.

"Fight!"

A gang member gritted his teeth cruelly, raised his rifle and aimed at Poor Takahashi.

He pressed the trigger with unprecedented determination, and the black angel came with a complete killing intent. This was not an ordinary battle with the police in the city.

Because whether it’s gangsters or the police, everyone shoots for show, and whoever wants to eat, why bother to fight to the death, can’t it be enough to squeeze the oil and water from the people?

Therefore, when the war started, most of the muzzles of the guns were directed towards the sky or the surrounding residential buildings. If they pretended to put the guns on for a day, not many people would be killed. After the incident, the two sides would shake hands and make peace.

The only people suffering are the common people in the war zone. When the mood is good, the big drug lord will give the casualties a little funeral expenses. When the mood is bad, think about why you have not been favored by God.

After all, everyone is going to die, it's just that the big drug lord made them end their journey in Les Miserables earlier.

"Da da da!!!"

The muzzle of the rifle was spitting out flames, but it was undoubtedly scratching Takahashi's itch, and the bullets could be knocked away with a slight flick of the wings.

"when!"

Even under the capture ability of Xuelunyan, Takahashi pitifully pinched a fast-moving bullet with his fingers with great interest, and everything made the gangster who fired the gun fall into a dream.

She just tilted her head and said, I'm sorry, you are weak.

The villagers beside the fire site were so frightened that they couldn't speak. They didn't even notice that the fire bucket in their hands fell to the ground with a bang.

"I can't win..." The gang member who pulled the trigger was already desperate. The weapon that used to be a domineering weapon is now no more deterrent than a toothpick. "How can human beings defeat angels."

Under Takahashi's pitiful gaze, the weapon in his hand was a toy gun at all.

"boom!"

Just when he had fallen into despair and tears were about to flow from his eyes due to the weight of despair, there was a sudden gunshot from behind his head.

The sound of the gunshot was sudden, and the back of his head reacted to the first sound of the gunshot.

The skull was shattered, brains were scattered, red and white mixed.

"Fernando, you can go at ease..."

It was the partner behind him who fired the shot. He still had the Andean eagle tattooed on his arm, and blue smoke was coming out of the muzzle of the pistol.

Draw a gun, aim and shoot smoothly, I don't know how many times I have done shooting in the back to master such proficiency.

And the companion who was stabbed in the back didn't know what happened until he died, but a quick, accurate and firm shot can be regarded as a painless solution to the sinful life.

After finishing the backstab, the tattooed gangster immediately threw away the gun in his hand and knelt on the ground with his hands raised high: "God, Lord Angel, I have already killed this damn rude guy!"

As he spoke, he immediately threw himself to the ground, wishing he could fly to the sky and kiss Takahashi's poor shoe toe.

Kneeling represents submission. This is a common action in cultures all over the world, and it is the same in animals. It is an action engraved in the genes of mammals tens of millions of years ago.

"I'm different from them. I didn't kill many people. It's a last resort to join the Gitans family. If you want to kill Gitans, I can help you. I know where their strongholds are..."

"I have long wanted to attack them who do all kinds of evil!"

Poor Takahashi could only see that this person was submitting, but the Castilian language was completely meaningless to his ears.

It's also a bit like the feeling of Yakuza's tongue-tapping in island country underworld movies.

"If you think it's okay, I'm willing to be your follower, willing to be a horse... Are you acquiescing?"

After listening for a minute or two, she still couldn't understand what the other party was talking about. Poor Takahashi gradually lost her patience. She raised her arms and pointed her white fingertips at the other party's forehead.

In the anime world, the island language is spoken throughout the universe. In the real world, obviously, a member of the Mexican gang cannot be expected to have learned the island language.

"Don't, don't kill me, haven't we reached an agreement, have you acquiesced?"

The Mexicans look down on life and death, but this is the first time I've seen a superhuman murderer.

Adults don't care to cover the eyes of the children. Anyway, as long as you live in Mexico, you will see cruel things sooner or later. It's better to see them early to strengthen your heart.

"Diego, Diego, don't go there!"

Just when Takahashi was about to ruthlessly deprive him of his life, Diego in the crowd finally broke through the adult's block.

Like a jaguar, he bent over and galloped forward to pick up the pistol thrown away by the gangster.

The safety catch of the pistol has been opened, and the pistol held in the child's hand is an out-of-control killer.

"Come back!"

"Put down your guns and don't take up arms in front of angels."

"Drop the gun!"

Diego was kneeling down in his dirty clothes, and there was another kneeling person on the ground.

"Master Angel, please let me kill him!"

"Please let me kill him! I want to avenge my mother! Please!!"

Diego held heavy pistols in both hands, kowtowed like pounding garlic, and every time he hit the ground, there was a crisp sound.

He had already recognized the angel as the oriental woman he had seen on the side of the road before. She must have sensed the death of a good person before coming to wipe out the evil!

Poor Takahashi still couldn't understand Diego's words, but she had witnessed Diego's heart-piercing shouts outside the fire scene.

The human language may be different, but most of the emotions are the same. Poor Takahashi has also experienced the pain of losing a loved one.

Moreover, the pain Diego experienced was more intuitive than his own at the beginning, at least his father was not insulted by hanging on a tree after his death.

Holding the gun and kowtow, it should be that he wants to take revenge with his own hands, just like what he has done before.

Diego kowtowed with all his strength, and his forehead, which was a little shriveled by the wind and heat, was dripping with blood.

"Um."

Hearing Takahashi's pitiful humming sound, Diego looked like a sinner forgiven by God, he raised his head and looked at the gangster with hatred.

Holding pistols in both hands, the muzzle magnified infinitely in the eyes of the gangsters.

"Go to hell!"

The gangster's eyes widened. He thought that one day he would die at gunpoint. After all, living in such a country, even a good person who has never done anything bad can guarantee that he will die well? But I didn't expect that death would be pointed at by a half-grown child.

"boom!"

Although undernourished, Diego had a big skeleton, but he was as thin as a chicken with dry skin. As soon as the bullet flew out of the muzzle, the recoil of the pistol shook the pistol backwards, and the handle of the gun directly hit the Diego's head.

"ah!"

There were two screams, one was that Diego was injured by a pistol when he was caught off guard, and the other was from the gangster.

Diego's shooting skills are not good, he has not yet achieved a fatal blow at such a short distance, he just pierced the opponent's left arm.

"You little bastard, I'm going to kill you!" The gangster's eyes were red, and he seemed to be doomed today, but before he died, he had to put a back on his back.

Under the desperation, he suddenly burst out with a strong desire to destroy, and pulled out a short knife and dagger from his belt with his right hand. If it was feasible, he even wanted to bring the entire village to be buried with him.

"ah!"

Seeing the bandit approaching with his right hand drawing his knife, Diego turned pale with fright, and hurriedly picked up the pistol on the ground again.

"Bang bang bang!!"

With preparation this time, Diego was finally not accidentally injured by the recoil.

But a pair of dirty hands that are only good at climbing trees and picking avocados is really not talented in marksmanship.

"Ah! Ah!"

After firing a round of bullets, the gangster still didn't die, but rolled on the ground with his mouth open and howled non-stop.

Shoulder blades, arms, wrists, stomach, thighs.

Diego hit the opponent's body with his guns, but each shot was not fatal.

"You bastard son of a bitch, you can't even shoot... Get out of your stomach..."

The gangster was desperate, and he opened his mouth with all kinds of Mexican curses mixed with English, hoping that this kid would give him a good time.

"Click, click, click."

The blood vessels on Diego's head swelled, and there was no bullet in the pistol, and there was only the click of mechanical idling when the trigger was pulled.

He panted heavily like a dying cow, and it took a long time before he stopped the mechanical action of pulling the trigger, and moved forward in despair.

The wasteland was covered with blood, and the painful gangsters were swaying like earthworms. Diego tremblingly held the dagger on the ground.

"Yes, that's it, you wiped my neck with a knife and killed me, hurry up!"

The gangster taught the child how to kill himself. If his arms were not so strong, he wished he could kill himself by wiping his neck.

Think of him domineering in Michecon State, when he was surrounded by people like animals in a glass cover.

"ah!!"

Diego can use a knife, but killing people is obviously different from cutting food and meat.

After being pierced back and forth with a sharp knife, the culprit's yelling and cursing became weaker and weaker.

"Hah, huh, huh..."

Five minutes later, Diego stopped the piston-like stabbing action, and took a few steps back with his face covered in blood. The gangster stopped yelling three minutes ago.

Seeing Diego's appearance, the villagers all backed away in horror. The little kid who was usually amused turned out to have such a cruel side hidden.

The adults were so frightened that their hearts jumped wildly, let alone the children of the same age who usually played with Diego, they all covered their eyes and hid behind the adults.

In their eyes, Diego at this moment is more terrifying than the gangsters. Bandits only exist in word-of-mouth'legends', but Diego's murder actually happened right before their eyes.

"Huha."

Holding the dagger tightly, Diego wiped the blood from his left cheek.

The left eye was blinded by the blood, and the only right eye that was opened was widened, as if to re-understand this world.

"Brando..."

As Diego stumbled, finally a villager in the crowd carefully called out Diego's surname.

"I, did I take revenge?"

The corpses of the gangsters on the wasteland are unbearable to look at, especially a face, which has completely turned into some indescribable monster.

However, the way the gangsters kill people will only be more cruel than this. The targeted target will eventually become an object exuding the smell of meat, and then delivered to the victim's home by the courier.

"Revenge, you have already had revenge." An adult boldly shouted at Diego.

"Amen."

No matter how small a village is, there are priests. Of course, priests are not from professional seminaries. They can usually be doctors or small businessmen.

There is also a pastor in the village where Diego lives. He is an old man in his seventies who looks amiable.

It is not uncommon to be in the seventies in the island country, but it can be said to be a long life in rural Mexico.

Of course, this long-lived pastor is not a worker who works all day on the farm. He has two or three plantations under his name, all of which are distributed to several sons.

Some of the children and grandchildren stayed in the local area, and some moved to other safe cities long ago. The second son he is most proud of has immigrated to Amelika Hope Country with his whole family.

"Amen." The pastor was still wearing the overalls of the farm. An old farmer like him couldn't get rid of the smell of dirt.

Holding the cross in his hand, the old man looked at Takahashi's pitiful eyes full of longing, just like a dead house fan seeing love shaking.

However, this kind of gaze is normal. Evangelicalism has developed for two thousand years until now, and there are hundreds of millions of fans, and there are probably not many who can see angels with their own eyes.

Of course, those dreamers and drug addicts must be eliminated.

"O omnipotent and supreme heavenly Father, the heavens are created by the words of your mouth, and all phenomena are formed by the breath of your mouth. May the whole earth fear your holy name..."

In order to maintain her majestic image, Takahashi pitifully didn't speak. If she wanted to speak, she had to know what the other party was talking about first, but she really couldn't understand the squeaky Castilian.

Looking at the bewildered angel, the old pastor himself was also a little bewildered.

He didn't know where he'd heard it—I communicate with God in Castilian, I flirt with women in Italian, I communicate with gentlemen in Hair, and I train horses in German.

Isn't it good to say 'Castilian is the language of communication with God'? Why Angels don't seem to understand Castilian.

Fortunately, the old man traveled from south to north when he was young, and he mastered not only Castilian, but he then used unfamiliar and grammatically confusing English to pay tribute to Takahashi.

This hit Takahashi's poor blind spot again.

Her English level is at the level of a rural high school student in an island country. At most, she is an outstanding high school student in a rural island country. She speaks standard dumb English, and she can't understand her serious Amelika English accent, let alone the flavor of chicken rolls. English too.

Coupled with the fact that religious prayers are not usually a mouthful, the two blinded each other for a while.

Catch the blind and catch the blind, none of the surrounding villagers dared to show disrespectful expressions.

Only Diego, whose cowardice seemed to have been completely wiped away by the revenge just now, saw the anxious performance of the kind old pastor, he suddenly snatched a mobile phone from the crowd and ran over.

"Please let me follow you." Diego let go of his fist, and the bloody dagger fell to the ground. "I want to kill them all! It doesn't matter if I die in hell!"

Like most poor people who can't see a way out, Diego's mother pins her hopes on illusory religions, and at the same time instills faith in little Diego. As long as they abide by the law and do not commit crimes, they are kind and good people. After death, you will definitely enter a beautiful paradise.

"Oh, Siri, translate my words!"