MTL - The Strongest Arms Dealer-Chapter 64 : Reality always likes to give people a blow!

When the sun broke through the tranquility of the morning, there were many more pedestrians on the street.

Pierce opened the curtains, felt the dazzling warmth of the sun, squinted his eyes, stretched his waist, picked up the suit folded at the end of the bed, went downstairs, and saw Mrs. Moores making breakfast. Hearing the movement, he revealed He was tall, with wrinkled skin on his cheeks soaked by the years, and he smiled happily, "Good morning, Pierce."

"Good morning." Pierce looked around, "Where's Mr. Alex?"

"He took Porry for a walk."

As soon as the words fell, I saw the golden retriever running into the house, shaking his head, his body was wet, and the ground was covered with water, and Alex also followed in, and he yelled, "Damn..."

"OMG, is it raining outside?" Mrs. Morse pulled off the towel and wiped it off for her husband.

"I was doused with water." Alex sneezed, his face still angry, "I was walking Bori on Voldemore Street, and who knew there was a gang fight in a French restaurant , some black men were beating up a homeless man, and then the homeless man pulled the fire hydrant and sprayed, and I was drenched."

While wiping, Mrs. Moores complained that he was joining in the fun. Just as she put down the towel, she saw Pierce go out the door and shouted, "Pierce, breakfast is ready, where are you going?"

"Oh? Thank you, madam. I was too stuffed yesterday. I'll go out and do some shopping first." Pierce stopped, turned his head and waved his hands, and trotted away. The whole couple looked at each other behind.

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Fuldmore Avenue.

Although the name is Main Street, it is actually a road no more than four or five meters wide. This is the most chaotic place in the Tenderloin District. There are very few shops here. If you enter a Chinese restaurant next to it, it may be owned by a black man, and it is also There are special services, and it's only early in the morning, and there are a few women in **** clothes, big waves, and colorful paintings standing on the entrance, and they still smell of inferior perfume.

When he saw Pierce, his eyes lit up, and he ran over in high heels, winking, "Sir, do you need to put out the fire? It's only five dollars."

"Sorry, I'm dysfunctional." Pierce pushed them away, who knows if this is clean, five dollars?

Now that I have money, I can go to the actor union to find it!

Why are you looking for something like this here?

But he can't say that he discriminates, he just wants to survive, just like many low-level authors, if they are not forced by life, who would want to be full of talent...

The prostitutes cursed and left disappointed when they saw that Pierce had failed.

"Hey, do you know Gerbachio Kanter?" Pierce asked suddenly, took out a green coin from his pocket, and shook it, "Tell me, this money belongs to him."

One hundred dollars? !

"I know where he is." A quick-acting prostitute stood up, "He's in the Nicolt restaurant, uh... fighting."

"Thank you, this one hundred dollars is yours." Pierce stuffed the money into the opponent's career line, turned around and ran at a faster speed. Baggio is his comrade-in-arms in the 3rd Brigade of the 82nd Division. The two once fought side by side and are good at blasting. The code name: "Canine Teeth!"

A sapper shovel once decapitated four monkeys in hand-to-hand combat.

He once taught Pierce close combat, who also idolized him.

But when he ran to the Nicholt restaurant, he saw three blacks beating Gerbachio, the soldier who had gritted his teeth on the battlefield, tied bandages, and rushed to the front with an engineering shovel. At the time, it was like a dog holding its head, but poorly, it couldn't even scream.

"Pierce! Get rid of those **** and we can go home..."

At that time, standing at the airport, standing next to the CH-21 helicopter, Gerbachio said to him with a smile, his eyes were full of longing, they were also fantasized as heroes, and then enjoyed love with their wives.

can be realistic...

Always full of bastards.

Who is that lying on the ground?

Gerbacho Kanter, Corporal of the 3rd Brigade of the 82nd Division of the US Army!

Pierce's eyes turned red all of a sudden, he pushed away from the crowd, and kicked a black man in the back. Throw it towards the opponent, punch your knees, and hit the abdomen. After this combination of punches, the opponent kneels on the ground clutching his stomach.

In addition, the black man reacted and left Gerbachio to move towards Pierce.

One hit two...

If it was before, Pierce might still be able to carry it, but how long has it been since he has fought with anyone? He has been unfamiliar for a long time, and when he was a homeless man, his body was already rusted, but he was ruthless, when he was knocked to the ground, he was like a spinning top, kicking at a 45° angle constantly. They couldn't even get close, and those who were kicked kept retreating.

Since you can't get in, pick up what you can get and smash it.

They saw that Pierce was wearing a good suit, which should be worth money. Their eyes were full of greed, and they planned to steal it. At the risk of being kicked, they pressed him down roughly and punched Pierce in the eye socket. superior.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Pierce struggled with his mouth still dirty. After he broke free of his hand, he punched a black guy who was pressing on him in the crotch.

Aww!

The black man's eyes were protruding, and he couldn't see his face clearly. He knelt on the ground, shrugged his shoulders, and broke out in cold sweat. You could see the veins on his bald head. When he raised his head, his eyes were red around him, and the corners of his mouth were drooling. , his lips turned white, and his face suddenly showed anger. He took out a fruit knife from his arms, about ten centimeters long, and stabbed it towards Pierce.

Gerbacho kept holding his head. He was beaten miserably, but he didn't dare to fight back. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com he knew...if he fought back, he would be beaten even worse, but seeing Pierce being beaten , the change that I couldn't explain in my heart, especially when I saw that the other party had actually moved the knife, endured the pain in my body, picked up the fork from the ground, roared, and rushed straight over.

puff…

Insert the opponent's ribs straight from the side!

He suddenly felt... as if he was venting his anger, but it was more of resentment. He pulled out the knife and fork again, inserted it again, and stabbed it about five or six times. Half of the black man was covered with blood, and he watched in horror.

Fighting is about being more ruthless than anyone else!

It is better for someone else to die than to die yourself.

At this scene, the onlookers and the other two blacks were stupefied, and they ran away without any sense of loyalty. The injured black man wanted to run too, but was kicked by Gerbachio, clutching his wound, trembling, "Don't...I...I wrong."

wrong?

A fluttering sentence is obviously not enough?

With a grim face, Gerbaccio raised his foot and kicked the 45-yard shoe towards the opponent's head. The bridge of his nose was broken immediately, his face was covered with blood, and he fell on his back.

"Dude, that's enough, that's enough." Pierce hurriedly hugged Gerbachio, who was about to mend his foot, "Do you want to kill him?"

After looking at the seriously injured black man, he pulled him up and ran away.

surrender?

Damn, stupid X will go.

Run away, who knows who he is?

After they ran away, they saw a police car approaching slowly.

They're from the next neighbourhood, a place like the Tenderloin that God has abandoned, so what right do they have to choose to save? They would not come if there was a normal fight, but they came reluctantly when they heard that someone was being hurt.

Seeing the injured black man, the experienced bearded police chief hurriedly shouted, "Call an ambulance!"

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