Although the black man in front of him seemed very strong, Ai Yige was not worried at all. He was very confident that he would be more than enough to bring down such a black man with his own skills. Even with Wu Manshu by his side, he was very confident that he could protect Wu Manshu's safety and would never let her suffer any harm.

"That scene just now is very ecstatic. I really can't bear to bother you!" The black man's teasing tone, coupled with the dagger that shone cold light on his hand, brought a lot of psychological pressure to Wu Manshu. She turned her head and looked at Ai Yige who was still calm beside her, and suddenly remembered what happened to Ai Yige when she was in Hong Kong. Although she could not see it with her own eyes, she could only hear that Ai Yige's current skills should be enough to deal with the black man in front of her.

However, Ai Yige really didn't act rashly. After all, it was not just him, but Wu Manshu was around him. If he accidentally hurts her, Ai Yige will regret it for life.

Holding Wu Manshu's hand, Ai Yige slowly retreated. The black man in front finally showed his teeth that looked snow-white after putting on his skin.

"No, no, no, don't go back. I only have a dagger here, there is a gun behind you!" The black man seemed very proud, his eyes flew over Ai Yige and Wu Manshu's heads and looked behind them.

Ai Yige was suddenly shocked. Having a gun? This is really troublesome. I heard that most of the people who encounter robberies in the United States were armed with guns, but Ai Yige didn't particularly believe it. He felt that even in the United States where guns could be traded legally, if every robber had a gun in his hand, wouldn't it be a big mess? Unexpectedly, he won the first prize. Not only did he meet a robber, but he was also really with a gun. Now, Ai Yige completely believed what others said. It seems that black people in the United States really had guns.

Stopped and took Wu Manshu's hand. Ai Yige slowly pressed his back against the wall of a building. When he turned around, he saw that there was a figure coming from behind him, but the distance was a little farther away, and it was not that he could see it too clearly. It was difficult to determine whether he was really holding a gun in his hand.

However, the guy quickly proved this to Ai Yige and walked in this direction with great strides. In less than ten seconds, he stood at least four or five meters away from Ai Yige. And his right hand was also raised, and he was holding a black pistol in his hand.

"Okay, okay, I can give you whatever you want, but don't hurt us!" Aiyigo raised his hands and said to one of the black men, but his body did not dare to move, and kept the posture of sticking to the wall in order to facilitate the sight of the black men on both sides.

The black man grinned again, as if satisfied with Ai Yige's reaction. He played two tricks in his hand and nodded to his accomplices: "Look at them." Then he stuffed the dagger into the pocket of his shirt, walked over, stretched out one hand and snatched the Kun bag from Wu Manshu's hand.

When he opened it, the black man raised his head and whistled: "Hey, it seems they are two fat sheep!" After that, he took out the wallet in his bag, pulled out at least dozens of dollars in it and raised it proudly at the guy holding a gun on the other side.

Then, he glanced at Ai Yige, who was now under the eaves and had to bow his head. He could no longer take out his wallet from his pocket with a very slow movement. After opening it, he handed all the cash inside to the black man.

But after the black man took the cash, he pointed at the wallet in his hand with dissatisfaction and muttered: "Take it all over!"

Ai Yigo thought that didn’t the robbers in the United States only rob cash? Why did you even need the wallet? The card in the wallet doesn’t matter. You can call to report the loss after a while when you arrive at Wu Manshu’s house, but the ID card is inside.

So Ai Yigo shook his head at the black man: "I have my ID here, I can't give it to you!"

When they heard Ai Yigo's ID, the two black men were shocked. In the American habit, ordinary people only have two types of documents: driver's license and passport, while Americans' driver's licenses are usually placed in cars. As for passports, they can't hold them in their small wallets at all. Then there is only one explanation. Only professional policemen or professional soldiers can have documents that can be put into their wallets.

"Are you a policeman?" The black man holding the gun asked in confusion, and immediately shouted at the guy holding the dagger: "I said I can't come out to work tonight. You must not listen. Now, I'll rob a policeman!"

"You idiot, haven't you heard what they were saying just now? There are no Chinese people in Los Angeles as police!" Although the guy holding the dagger said that, he was obviously not sure, and there was a slight timidity in his voice. He still insisted on waveing ​​to Ai Yige: "Stop talking nonsense, bring the wallet!"

Ai Yigo knew that he couldn't save it anymore, so he had to throw his wallet over and said, "I'm not a policeman. I have my ID card in my wallet. I'm not an American. Our country has a special identity card. Please give me that one back and you can just take away the others."

After the black man took the wallet, he looked over and over for a long time and found that there was indeed a special card inside, with Ai Yigo's photo printed on it, and it was written in Chinese, and he didn't recognize any of them. After hesitating for a moment, he stuffed it back into his wallet: "I don't care whether you are a policeman or something else, I want all this!" After that, he rolled the cash and the wallet together and stuffed it into his pocket.

Ai Yige thought to forget it, it would be better if the United States has a passport anyway, and then I will apply for an ID card after I go back. Seeing that the black man holding a gun seemed to have the intention of quitting the army, I felt a little relieved, thinking that it would be okay if the money was lost, as long as it was not hurt, they would not take this amount of money seriously.

But the other party obviously didn't think so, and did not let them go. Instead, he walked closer with a strange smile on his face, stretched out his big hands like a palm fan and said, "Are there any valuable things hidden on you? Hand them all over!" As he said that, his big hands were about to touch Wu Manshu, which scared Wu Manshu to hide directly at Ai Yigo.

Ai Yige immediately took a step forward, blocked Wu Manshu's face, and looked at the black man: "We have given you all the money you want. This is a downtown area, and the police will come soon!"

The black man was stunned and then laughed: "Police? It's so strong tonight that they don't know where to go to have coffee. Stop talking nonsense, let me search for if there is any valuable thing on you." As he said that, he pushed towards Ai Yigo, but Ai Yigo was not pushed away by him, but also stretched out his hand, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it down fiercely. The black man bent down without any suspense, and his mouth began to yell.

But soon, Ai Yige felt something cold on the back of his head. There was no doubt that the black man holding a gun behind him pushed the gun on the back of his head.

"Let him go!" the black man behind him shouted in a low voice.

Ai Yige slowly let go of his hand, completely blocking Wu Manshu's face. He could even feel that Wu Manshu's body was trembling, obviously scared. He grabbed Ai Yige's waist with both hands and could even hear the sound of her teeth colliding.

"Your purpose is just to ask for money..." Before he finished speaking, the black man who was twisted by him swung his fist and hit Ai Yige's stomach. The pain was so painful that Ai Yige could not say any word. He just bent down in pain and squeezed Wu Manshu, who was almost stuck to the wall behind him, very much.

Fortunately, the black man didn't punch him again, because the guy with the gun spoke: "Okay, don't hit him again!"

The black man held his wrist with one hand, his wrist constantly whirling, and cursed in a shady manner: "Damn it, you dare to fight me. Are you impatient? I broke you with one shot, and then I got into your woman again!"

Ai Yigo slowly straightened his waist, his eyes spurted out anger, and looked at the black man who had just punched him: "Your purpose is just to ask for money. Now that you have already got the money, why don't you let us go! It will be no good for anyone to delay like this. The police always have time to finish their coffee."

The black man suddenly smiled hideously: "When the police finished drinking coffee, I have finished this woman! Although I am a little Chinese woman, it still looks very good. You better get out of here now, otherwise I will kill you first and then slowly enjoy your woman."

Ai Yige's body straightened a little. Looking at the black man who had already been sperm in front of him, he was thinking quickly in his mind about how to subdue the black man with a gun immediately. As long as they didn't have a gun in their hands, even the two strong black men, Ai Yige felt that he was confident enough to deal with them. However, the most important thing was to hit one shot, and the gun in that guy's hand must be let go, otherwise, Ai Yige would have an extra hole in his body next!

"Get out quickly!" The black man was obviously a little impatient, and stretched out his hand and wanted to pull Ai Yige away.

It was also at this moment that Ai Yigo saw a hint of hesitation flashing in the eyes of the black man holding a gun. He knew that his only chance was now, fleeting, and if he didn't take action at this time, he would have no chance in a while.

"Okay, okay, I'll get out of the way!" Ai Yigo raised his hands again, pretending to move slowly, as if he was about to give up Wu Manshu behind him, but his body was moving towards the black man holding a gun. He seemed to be lowering his head, but the corners of his eyes were closely watching the black man's every move. From the black man's expression, it can be seen that this guy was much more nervous than the guy holding a dagger, and he seemed to have never experienced such a thing.

Perhaps because he thought Ai Yige was too slow, the black man with a grim smile finally became impatient and reached out to push Ai Yige hard. Ai Yige felt a force coming from his shoulders, thinking that the opportunity had finally come, and immediately followed the force and pretended to be tilted, and he ran towards the black man holding a gun.

The black man subconsciously stretched out his hands to block Ai Yige's rushing, but he didn't expect Ai Yige to suddenly thrust into his arms, then carried his shoulders upwards, and quickly grabbed the right hand holding the gun with both hands and lifted it upwards...

Obviously, before the black man understood what was going on, he felt his arm twisting in an incredible direction, and a cracking sound of a broken bone came clearly in his ear. His right hand holding the gun was basically useless.

Ai Yige did not dare to neglect. After breaking the guy's arm, he wiped his palm along the man's elbow and held the gun in his hand. He quickly handed it to his left hand, and his right hand hit back fiercely. He hit the man's nose heavily. Needless to say, his nose bridge could not be kept.

Poor this guy, the scream in front of him was broken from the joint before he could make a scream, and was smashed back into his chest by Ai Yige's elbow. His tall body fell straight backwards, and made a loud noise when it came into contact with the ground.

There was no time for AiGodor to think, he raised his feet and stepped hard on the fallen black man's calf bone. He heard the man scream with his own ear, and then raised his head and pointed the gun in his hand at the black man who was originally holding the dagger.

"Let her go!" Ai Yigo held the gun in his hand and said coldly to the black man.

The black man was already standing behind Wu Manshu at this time. One thick arm strangled Wu Manshu's throat, and the other hand had already taken out the dagger with a cold light from his shirt pocket.

He pressed his knees on Wu Manshu's waist and eyes, but Wu Manshu couldn't make a shout because his throat was strangled by the man. However, from the painful and terrified expression on her face, it can be seen how tight Wu Manshu was strangled by that guy.

"I'll say it again, let her go!" Ai Yige knew that the man would not act rashly. His only bargaining chip was to use the dagger in his hand to mount Wu Manshu's neck, but if Wu Manshu was killed, he would definitely not be able to escape death.

At the same time, Ai Yige did not relax the guy under his feet, and he didn't even look at it. He just raised his feet and stepped down heavily. At almost the same position, he still stepped on the man's calf bone, causing the guy to scream again.

"Ah!!!" The scream cut through the night sky, and it seemed particularly shrill in the quiet night.

After stepping on the third leg, Ai Yige only heard half a scream. Obviously the guy under his feet had fainted. Moreover, Ai Yige was very clear about his current strength. After these three leg leg, basically, the black man had to live in a wheelchair in a plaster. The reason why he could not hold the crutch was because his arm was also broken and he had to put it in a plaster.

"I told you to let her go! Otherwise, there will be an extra hole in your head! I promise, that feeling will definitely be bad!" Ai Yigo spoke again and then held up his gun and slowly approached the black man holding a dagger.

The person behind him no longer needs to be cared about. Even if he just pretends to be stupid, he will not pose any threat to Ai Yige. A person with his hands and feet has no deterrent power at this time.

"Don't come over again, if you come over again, there will be an extra hole in this beauty's throat!" The black man holding a dagger showed fierce eyes, but Ai Yigo could also see a trace of timidity behind his fierce gaze.

Ai Yige stopped moving forward, stood still, and looked at the black man coldly: "Originally, you had a good income tonight, and we both probably had almost 10,000 US dollars in total. But you..." Ai Yige shook his head and stared at the black man's eyes: "The screams of your accomplice were enough for passers-by to hear them, and they might even be heard directly by the police. If you took him away now, maybe it would be too late. In another minute, you may not be able to leave. With the robbery and intention to murder, you will basically stay in prison for the rest of your life. Do you think you have such good luck to meet a guy like Michael Scofield?"

Obviously, the other party didn't understand the meaning of Ai Yige's last sentence, and Ai Yige really slipped out, mainly because he was actually just trying to calm himself down now. He was really worried that the other party would hurt Wu Manshu. Even if he just made a blood mark on Wu Manshu's neck, Ai Yige would blame himself for a long time. He was very confused in his heart, and on the surface he had to force himself to calm down. Ai Yige couldn't help but feel a little confused when he spoke. Although "Prison Break" is very popular in China, it has mediocre ratings in the United States, not to mention that the other party is just a poor black man, and it is not certain whether he can pay for such a movie on demand.

"Who is Michael?" The black man was a little confused, and the dagger in his hand also relaxed a little.

Ai Yige also felt that he was talking a little nonsense, so he said coldly again: "The only person who helped others escape successfully!" Ai Yige calmed his voice, trying to give the other party a little unfathomable pressure: "Let go of her, then bring our money, and help your accomplices get out of here! I just don't want my woman to be hurt."

The other party hesitated for a moment, as if he was worried that the police would arrive soon. After all, the screams from his companion just now were too loud. As someone nearby saw such a situation, he would definitely call the police. What's more, as Ai Yige said, the police who couldn't make trouble in patrol could hear them.

"Stand against the wall, don't move!" The black man suddenly waved the dagger in his hand twice, then quickly put it on Wu Manshu's neck, dragging Wu Manshu's body, and slowly moving towards Ai Yigo.

Ai Yige obediently stuck to the wall, watching the black man hiding behind Wu Manshu, slowly passing by himself, and finally retreated to the guy on the ground.

"Hey, are you okay?" The black man kicked his accomplice with his feet, and the guy on the ground moaned and slowly turned his body.

"My legs seem to be broken..." The guy on the ground said, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain.

The black man who had been hiding behind Wu Manshu looked at the dagger in his hand and asked again: "Can you stand up by yourself?"

The guy on the ground stood up slowly with the help of the wall behind him, but shook his head and said, "You must help me go. Let that woman go quickly, the police will come soon!"

Seeing this, Ai Yige took the opportunity to add: "Let her go quickly! Otherwise I will really shoot!"

The black man holding the dagger was still a little hesitant. He wanted to drag Wu Manshu out of the alley before talking, but his accomplices clearly stated that he needed his help to leave, which made him hesitant, not knowing if he should believe Ai Yige's words.

But his accomplices were already very anxious, and the pain and fear were severe, and their voices became louder: "Why are you still holding that woman? Why don't you help me leave quickly? Do you really want to wait until the police arrive before leaving? And that guy really can shoot. Didn't you see how he dealt with me just now? He is even more fierce than Frank, ten thousand times more!"

The exaggerated words finally made the black man holding a dagger collapse. He suddenly pushed Wu Manshu on the back. Wu Manshu threw himself forward to the ground without any suspense. With a thud, Ai Yigo's heart trembled.

Then he saw the black man holding a dagger throwing out the money and wallet in his pocket in a panic, and shouting with a trembling mouth: "Your money and documents are returned to you, don't shoot!" Then, he helped his companion up, looked at Ai Yigo vigilantly, and retreated to another alley.

Ai Yige didn't care about them. The only thing he was worried about now was Wu Manshu. He rushed to Wu Manshu in just a few steps, squatted down, held Wu Manshu with one hand, but still held the gun in the other hand, shouting at the two black men: "Get out!"

After hearing Ai Yige say this, the two black men turned around, one of them was injured, and ran towards the entrance of the alley with the fastest they could.

Ai Yige didn't care about them, but quickly helped Wu Manshu up from the ground and asked with concern: "Manshu, are you okay?"

Wu Manshu's face was pale, without a trace of blood, and his whole body was soft and weak, obviously frightened. He heard Ai Yige's voice slightly healed a little, and he slowly shook his head, his voice so weak: "I'm fine... Oh..." Maybe he injured his knee when he fell to the ground just now. When Ai Yige helped him up, there was obvious pain on his knee.

And at this moment, Ai Yigo heard a shout from behind him: "Put down the gun in your hand, we are the Los Angeles police!"

Ai Yige suddenly turned around and thought to himself, why did these useless police officers always appear after the matter was resolved? Looking at the front, the two black men were gone, and their legs were broken, and they ran so fast.
Chapter completed!