The next morning, the God of Death danced on the third floor of the bar.

Standing at the window and watching a motorcycle approaching from a distance, Locke's face felt a little bitter - the plague god in white sportswear was back.

Last night, this was the critical moment of the Black Fist Competition. VIPs gathered, and he didn't dare to fight with this person, so he almost agreed with the plague god.

Under the pressure of this plague god, he not only explained the places where Clark and others often appeared, but also explained the time when they appeared clearly.

Fortunately, the place where these things are said is on the third floor, and most members will not come up at all. Otherwise, it would be bad to sell their own reputation.

Originally, Locke was still having a sense of luck, hoping that this bastard would just ask for some information, but the news he got this morning broke his fantasy - four people, three died and one disappeared.

As a result, early this morning, this bastard came again.

The God of Death Dance Bar, some regard this place as a carnival place, some regard this place as a lewd cave, and some think this place is a place where a bunch of bastards gather, but this plague god takes this place as a free supply point.

"Mr. Orwinnett, you are back. Did you have fun last night?" No matter how Locke complained, he was still polite and thoughtful when he met. He was so polite that he couldn't be more polite.

"It's not bad, Los Angeles is indeed an interesting place." Yuki Motohe threw away the motorcycle casually. Anyway, this is something from the Death Scythe.

Last night, based on the message from Harada Kima, he got the name of the murderer who injured Kobayashi Kiku and Mikak Takagi, and forced out the places where these people often appeared and photos of these people from the Scythe Club (fortunately, even in the underworld, it is now under database management, otherwise it would be difficult to find a photo to come out).

After spending all night, he followed the clues one by one and killed the four bastards one by one. Yagyu Motohe felt that he had given his two sisters anger.

After Yagyu Moto and I wanted to solve this matter tonight, they went straight back to the house and flew back to Japan, but from the last murderer, Clark, they heard that there was an envoy behind this matter.

Yuki Motoka thinks he is still a person who cares about things and of course he has to finish his work. It seems that he will have to waste two days in Los Angeles.

"Arrang a room for me, and then send someone to check where this bastard Ted Chris is." Yagyumoto and Dada casually ordered, not treating themselves as an outsider at all.

Although Sanlin Club can be regarded as a behemoth in Japan, no one in Los Angeles buys it.

Harada Kishi's information is just a collection of information from some local snakes. The so-called shrimp has shrimp paths. As a gangster, it is not difficult for Harada Kishi to find some information sources in an international metropolis like Los Angeles.

However, this is not Tokyo after all, and the local underworld figures fool him if they want to fool him. Therefore, both the authenticity and real-time nature of these news are a big problem, and it is difficult to even keep it confidential.

After all, if you spend money, dealing with a few gangsters is of course nothing, but it may not be so convenient to deal with rich children like Ted Chris.

So, after hearing that Harada Kima is concerned, Yagyu Motoka simply puts pressure on the Death Scythe. After all, it is much more convenient for local snakes like this to find someone than a foreigner like Harada Kima.

Locke hesitated for a moment. Of course, he couldn't find out the whereabouts of Ted Chris, but he couldn't give the plague god the feeling that "the God of Death's Scythe can be sent at will." Otherwise, I don't know how much trouble there will be later? What's more, he also wanted to exchange some benefits through this information.

You can't be weak in the underworld, otherwise the Grim Reaper's Scythe would have been swallowed up in one bite.

"Sorry, Mr. Orwinnett, I'm not alone in my decision on the sickle. I need to discuss this kind of thing with others." Locke said with a tough bullet.

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Locke said this without any confidence.

After the plague god left yesterday, Locke quickly discussed the countermeasures with several other bigwigs of the Scythe Club on the phone.

Although everyone thinks that Locke said that the other party took the bullet with his hand and was a bit fantastic, since the bar door was smashed and the floor seemed to have been blown up by a bomb, with these photos as evidence, plus some blurry footage on the surveillance camera, no one completely denies this matter.

The best result after everyone discussed it was to find a way to recommend Mr. Orwinette to participate in the Indiscriminate Fighting Competition.

(The Death Scythe will make its own black fist stall too small and cannot tolerate this great god. If this great god participates in the Indiscriminate Fighting Competition, the information they have mastered in advance will be enough to make them bets and earn a large amount of money legally. This money is much cleaner than if they sell soft drugs, control sales, and open underground black fist. This is the money that can be used directly!)

As for letting this great god use it for them? Although everyone is trampling on the underworld, it does not mean that there is a pit in their minds. At least in the Death Scythe Club, no one thinks that he can control a great god who takes bullets with his bare hands.

As for why Locke is still in charge of the negotiations today, firstly, Locke has become familiar with this person; secondly, among the leaders of several dangerous things, Locke has always been responsible for such dangerous things. The gun of inspiration is famous for its ability to avoid misfortune and has helped everyone avoid huge risks several times.

Otherwise, why would Locke become one of the leaders after joining the Death Scythe Club? This is Citi, a place that pays attention to real money and silver. It is not enough to rely on a little old friendship.

It wasn't last night. There were many VIPs gathering, and some of them were people who could not afford to offend the Death Scythe. If something happened to those people here, the Death Scythe would be in trouble.

If this plague god hadn't appeared too suddenly, the sickle would have been unprepared for the response, and there was no way to let him slaughter for a while. As long as there was no trouble, it would be better than anything else.

But now, after several hours of dispatch, Locke alone received the plague god's room on both sides, and in the two adjacent rooms, there were five gunmen equipped with infrared glasses ready at all times.

As long as Locke sends a signal, they don't even need to rush in from outside the door, and directly in the next room, aiming and shooting from behind the wall through infrared vision, bullets can pass through the wall and shoot directly, which can almost be said to be foolproof.

You should know that these gunmen used military gun M16A2 rifles made through illegal channels, with a caliber of 5.56×45mm, an effective range of 600 m, and a bullet velocity of 945 m/s. Using special all-steel bullets made from underground channels, it is not much harder to penetrate the walls of this red brick cement than to penetrate a piece of paper.

The pistol used by Locke yesterday was GLOCK 18, with a diameter of 9x19mm, a bullet velocity of only 375m/s, and an effective range of 30 meters. Compared with the M16A2 rifle, the power of the two is far different.

You should know that with the power of the M16A2 rifle, even the best bulletproof vest in the world can't withstand the direct shot of M16A2 within 50 meters. What's more, this plague god has a thin sports suit, so where does the bulletproof vest have?

This plague god can catch the pistol bullet with his hands, can he still catch the M16A2 rifle bullet?

However, even after making such careful preparations, Locke still can't turn against him, and he doesn't want to turn against him directly.

After all, Locke never thought about the person who can catch the pistol bullet directly with his hands before, and there was such a person in the world.

This martial arts cultivation is simply terrifying, completely beyond Locke's imagination. Who knows what trump cards does this master have? Anyway, Locke thinks that even if he can really kill this terrible master here, he will probably have to be buried with him.

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"Oh, what else should I discuss about such a small matter? I will get accurate information at 7 o'clock tonight at the latest." Black Owennet (Yanyu Motoka) spoke like a commander of his own servant.

"Mr. Orwinnett, this is not that simple. We are just a small organization of motorcycle lovers. In Los Angeles, we can't afford to offend many people, and we have our own difficulties!"

As soon as he said this, Locke Superman felt that the plague god standing in front of him had undergone earth-shaking changes in his breath.

But Locke's spiritual sense rushes out an alarm!

Locke felt that standing in front of him was not just a person, but a bottomless abyss.

Just standing there made Locke feel like he was standing on the edge of a cliff and couldn't help but want to jump down.

Although in front of him, Mr. Orwinette still maintained a gentle smile on his face!

"Oh, it seems you have a hard time? Is it because of them?" Orwinnett said with a smile.

The next moment, Black Orwinette's figure seemed to be pulled by an invisible rope and flew back suddenly.

With a 'boom', the solid brick and stone walls shattered behind them. In a piece of smoke, Blake Orwinette faced Locke, retreated and crashed into the room next door on the left.

The whole process caught people off guard. Locke didn't even have time to say the word "no" and saw that Orwinette faced him, and even the smile on his face did not change at all. His whole body suddenly shrank without warning and left without warning.

Even at the first moment, Locke thought that the other party was really like in a fairy tale, and his whole body became smaller.

The wall was not even qualified to let Yayoi Moto or stop for a while. It was like passing through a piece of smoke and retreating into the next room without any obstacles.

There were five gunmen in the room on the left, two of whom had infrared scanners on their faces were holding guns toward the wall, while the other three were scattered in every corner of the room, with the guns in their hands facing down, making warning actions.

The incident happened so suddenly that even the infrared shooter who kept holding the gun and aiming at the next door had no time to react, let alone the other three gunmen in charge of alert. One of the gunmen with infrared glasses was instinctively about to pull the trigger when a gravel hit his forehead.

"No———" It was not until then that Locke shouted the first sound. He wanted to stop his men from shooting, so as not to get out of control, and the other was to stop Mr. Orwinette from killing.

To be honest, he didn't even care about his five subordinates next door.

"Yeah———?" As soon as he shouted the word "No", the second word "Yeah" was still spinning in his throat. The smoke and dust area of ​​the walls was still expanding outwards. A black shadow had already shot out of the smoke and dust and brushed past Locke.

"Boom--" The wall on the right side of the room also cracked like pink.

"By the way, what did you just say?" The next moment, Mr. Black Orwinette walked out of the dust on the right.

He was clearly walking out of a flying dust, but the white sportswear on Black Orwinette was still spotless.

The only change is that the white sneakers under Mr. Black Orwinette's feet are already split, the upper part of the upper part is hung on the ankle, and the lower part of the entire shoe is gone, a pair of dust-free and clean soles are stepped on the carpet.

"Well--, I mean, we will send someone to inquire about Ted Chris immediately, and we will guarantee that he will be found within five hours!" Locke said the answer with the fastest speed of his speech.

"Oh, okay, then I'll wait for your good news. By the way, we must take safety precautions in the future and don't let people get in. Is my room ready now?"

Black Orwinnett walked out towards the door and turned around and ordered: "Prepare another pair of sneakers for me, I'll wear forty-three sizes."

"The room is ready, I'll take you there now. You can take a break first and your shoes will be delivered immediately. As soon as the news from Ted Chris arrives, I'll deliver it to you immediately. By the way, what do you like to eat in breakfast? How about the steak? Our steak here is quite famous in Los Angeles?"

Locke nodded and bowed, and said that this humble move was learned from the three Japanese just yesterday.

"Whatever I eat, it doesn't matter what I eat, hurry up the news." Orwinette walked in front with barefoot relaxed barefoot, and nothing seemed to have happened except that the shoes under his feet had disappeared.

"Your will!"

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After finally settled the plague god, Locke returned to the room where two big holes were opened on the wall.

"Locke, didn't you tell that Mr. Orwinnett, how rich is it to participate in indiscriminate fighting? Wow, such a great warrior can definitely win the championship!" Someone was asking a question in the empty room and whistled.

In this room just now, it was actually not just Locke who was negotiating alone. Through the camera arranged in the room, the six leaders of the Death Scythe Society were watching the live broadcast!

After all, Rocket described this person as too exaggerated last night. Who wouldn’t want to see with your own eyes what Superman looks like?

"Damn it, I almost died. How can I say this? Are you still alive, brothers?"

"It's okay, otherwise where would we be in the mood to whistle?"

"By the way, how are they?"

"Fortunately, they were just knocked out. They have already been confirmed and everyone is fine."

"Huh——, where the hell is this monster coming out! Are you really sure he used his body to smash the wall and penetrated it? Didn't he use any weapons?"

"Nonsense, right in front of me, there are ten people in the rooms on both sides, which are no more than five seconds in total. Everyone was knocked out and none of them died. This kind of monster, as long as he is willing to blame us for kidnapping Kobayashi Xiong, I think we will do whatever he says."

"By the way, Sterling drove him back last night and said that he heard their conversation at the airport. This master Owennet lost a move by a man named Yuki Motoka, because of the competition and competition, so he had to agree to him to come to us to save people. Should we check who this Yuki Motoka is, and how could he win this monster move?"
Chapter completed!