Chapter 678 Jedi Pursuit (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

Sakaki smiled and said nothing more.

for him

Cooperation is impossible.

He has nothing in common with this group of drug-trafficking gang members.

But the middle-aged man doesn't think so.

Since Sakaki Cheng was able to deal with his five younger brothers without any injuries.

It is enough to prove the opponent's strength.

What's more, they are Asians.

As we all know, Asians know Kung Fu.

Most foreigners cannot tell the difference between Asian countries. In their eyes, every Asian is Bruce Lee.

Sakaki Makoto is no exception.

"I have a business here. I wonder if you are interested?"

While Sakaki was checking whether the motorcycle was damaged, the middle-aged man in a blue suit took the opportunity to win over:

"Once you succeed, you can get at least hundreds of thousands of meters in gold."

"By then, you can buy as many Harleys as you want."

"."

Looking at the motorcycle fuel tank with only a piece of rubber cover left, Sakaki stretched out his hand, gently rubbed the slightly sticky rubber, and asked:

"Where are the stickers?"

"sticker?"

The middle-aged man was stunned:

"What sticker?"

"Puppy bear cartoon posted here."

"oh."

After being surprised, the middle-aged man smiled nonchalantly and said:

"What did I think it was? It turns out you were talking about that sticker."

"It was so ugly that I tore it off."

"Let's continue talking about business. If we make money, I'll give you a warehouse full of stickers!"

"That's her mark."

Sakaki twisted his neck, something seemed to spread out of his heart and attached to his nerves. At the same time, a violent emotion

Explodes in the chest.

"sorry"

He stroked the motorcycle, lowered his eyes and murmured, not knowing who to apologize to.

At this moment, Sakaki raised the Remington M870 with one hand and pointed the dark muzzle at the middle-aged man.

boom! ! !

The flames and dust pushed 12 projectiles, forming a barrage in the air. They easily penetrated the middle-aged man's upper limbs and overturned three people in succession.

The sudden change shocked everyone.

Including the middle-aged man himself.

He looked down at his chest, which was broken like a sieve and filled with blood, his eyes filled with confusion.

Can't figure it out.

I really can't figure it out.

It's just a sticker, just put it on and it's fine.

"Why bother?"

After trying his best to say the last words, the middle-aged man fell on his back, his constricted pupils gradually dilated.

The gang members standing in the corridor outside the wall were furious when they saw their boss was killed, and immediately planned to shoot the intruder.

However.

The muzzle of the Remington M870 was turned towards them.

boom! boom! boom!

The last few rounds of shotguns were poured out, and the countless projectiles turned into deadly scythes. There was no need to aim at all. Everywhere he looked, there was the smell of death.

"ah!!!"

Some timid gangsters screamed and ran away like headless flies, for fear of being involved.

There was chaos in the alley.

Sakaki threw away the Remington M870, pulled out two pistols from his tennis bag, stopped a fleeing gangster, and asked:

“Where are the car thieves?”

"That's it, it's them!"

The gangster turned back and pointed to the depths of the courtyard. Among the crowded crowd, Sakaki saw four figures running for their lives.

After locking the target, Sakaki got on the motorcycle and shot down the men not far away with one shot. When he started the engine, he suddenly found the bear sticker falling to the ground.

Before he could bend down.

The sticker was picked up by someone, a burly bald man.

He had stickers in one hand and a lighter in the other, shouting threats:

"Put the gun down!"

"Otherwise I'll get burned."

Bang!

The brass bullet hit the middle of the eyebrow, instantly destroying the bald man's brain, which was like paste, and he lost his ability to think.

The strong inhibitory force forced the bald head to take a few steps back. Although his brain was destroyed, his muscles were still working, even...

Not even the brainstem responded.

He stood there in a daze, his bald head staring forward, still maintaining the same posture as before he was shot.

Harley 883 stopped in front of the body.

Sakaki took the sticker, dipped it in the blood on his face, put it back on the fuel tank cap, and lit a cigarette with the lighter in his hand.

Woo!

The tobacco was burned to ashes, and the Harley 883 flew away in the pungent exhaust gas.

Wait until Sakaki Makoto leaves the alley

The bald body collapsed to the ground.

"He's coming and he's catching up!!!"

The eardrums received the vibration of sound waves, and the expressions of the four fleeing gangsters suddenly changed.

them

I heard the sound of the engine behind me.

They knew who was following them without looking back.

Their legs were weak, their bodies were shaking like chaff, and the cold murderous aura behind them seemed to have condensed into substance, like ghost hands protruding from the gates of hell. No matter where they fled, they would follow them like shadows.

"Look, there's a police car ahead!"

A blue and white patrol car, siren blaring, hurried to the alley.

This is the Boston police who came to investigate after receiving a report.

As if grasping a life-saving straw, the four gangsters rushed to the road desperately and waved wildly at the patrol car:

"Help!"

"Help!!!"

Seeing this, the two police officers in the patrol car frowned. Instead of reducing their speed, they stepped on the accelerator.

This is because

In the United States, neither the police nor the government have the obligation to protect residents from criminals, and residents have no right to demand responsibility from the police and the government if they are harmed by criminals, unless there is a special relationship between the harmed residents and the police and criminals.

In short.

Police service in the United States is a service provided by the government to the entire society to maintain peace, safety and order.

The government only provides policing for the "entire public" as a whole, and does not assume this obligation to individual members of society.

So.

There is a saying among the American people:

When you encounter danger, believe in 1911, not 911.

Seeing that the patrol car did not slow down at all, the four gangsters were completely confused.

Until the patrol car knocked two of them away,

the remaining two reacted and screamed to avoid to the sides.

At the same time,

the patrol car that cleared the "roadblock" encountered a Harley 883 head-on.

Squeak! ! !

A buzzing sound like a sharp knife scratching on the glass came.

The patrol car finally stepped on the emergency brake.

How could Makoto Sakaki give up this opportunity when the pedal was delivered to his door?

He held the handlebars with both hands, lifted the front of the car, and crushed the patrol car's hood with heavy wheels. Driven by the powerful power, the Harley 883 crushed the windshield and made a mid-air leap!

Passersby stared at this scene that could only appear in the movie in a daze, dumbfounded.

The moment the Harley 883 took off, Makoto Sakaki drew out the two pistols from his waist and pointed them at the two gangsters on the left and right

Bang bang bang bang!

In a flash, four shots were fired in a row, and blood bloomed on the chest of the car thief.

After the shooting was completed, Makoto Sakaki let go of the pistols, letting them fall freely, controlled the motorcycle to land steadily, and sped away without looking back.