Struggle in Russia

The sky was dark, and a full moon hanging high above the zenith had disappeared. Without a ray of light passing through the thick clouds, there are no fingers in the old alley. I do n’t know where the wind blows from. It brings a sense of coolness that makes people feel trembling.

The alley was not empty, in fact the narrow alley was almost full. Two heavily armed gangsters hostile to each other faced each other almost. Both hands can reach each other's nose.

If it had been the past, they would have been fighting together for a long time, killing you alive. But now it is surprisingly restrained, almost all looking at the direction of the gate of the Black Raven Tavern, and they want to know who the final winner is.

Of course, no matter who wins or loses, they can breathe a sigh of relief, there is no internal conflict, there is no need to talk in the same room, at least they can sleep peacefully, and they can eat again.

For the punks, the requirements are so low. As long as they can live and eat, it really doesn't matter who the big brother is. The loyalty of rivers and lakes always exists only in legends, not in reality.

"Who said you would win?"

"Help the Lord? He can fight so well. Big and small conflicts have gone through thirty or fifty games and should be able to survive."

"Not necessarily. Fat people are said to have hired a lot of hard stubbles to lick blood, which is not easy to get along with."

Whispers circulated in a small area, and everyone was eager to know who the new boss was and what kind of change it would bring.

But Li Xiao sneered at it: "Mr. Evans, it seems that your popularity is really not high! No one guesses that the winner is you, and it seems that you are too low-key!"

Evans showed a sloppy expression, and he heard the rumors talking, but he was not too disappointed with his low popularity, because he knew it was inevitable. He was even more surprised by the indifference of the bastards. These guys didn't even worry about the end of their boss. Instead, they hoped to end it all soon, like a scum man who just finished popping, revealing coldness and Buddha from the inside system.

"Are you surprised?" Li Xiao laughed. "Do you think they will be extremely loyal? Defend your boss?"

"You really think too much. Loyalty is very expensive. Replace it with you. You usually eat, live, and wear. There are no savings and no guarantees. You will be injured or die at any time in a sudden outbreak of conflict. How loyal will you be to the boss who brought you all this? "

Evans was astonished. Indeed, even Torjere, who has always held his spirits to his lips, is actually not very good for the people below, at most it is better for a few confidants, and other general helpers That's not much different from cannon fodder.

What is ridiculous is that these cannon fodder constitute the main body of the gang and occupy the vast majority. Once there are no drivers who drive them, their loyalty is really impossible to talk about.

Now, most of the most loyal people to Torgel and Gabriel are in the tavern. It is foreseeable that they will not be able to get out. Who will the cannon foe follow then? As long as a little status can raise their arms, I am afraid they will follow.

Evans took a careful look at Li Xiao. He was increasingly jealous of this young man. From the beginning, Togel and Gabriel were counted dead. He just threw a piece of fishing lure to seduce him. The two idiots killed each other and waited for victory.

Evans was somewhat glad that he was the one he liked, otherwise, I'm afraid he was the one who died in the tavern. Of course, it's more exciting. When he thinks that he can become the helper of the Hammer Gang, he feels like he has picked up a lottery ticket and won the first prize.

Evans's careful thinking can't hide Li Xiao's eyes. He has been watching the deputy's look. After all, as the final winner and future collaborator, this future attitude will greatly determine him and Xiao Our partners' lives are safe.

If the goods are black and you do n’t recognize the trousers after eating them, then you have really dried up for a while. However, for the time being, it can be rest assured, because this guy has more joy and excitement, which shows that he is really surprised, but also shows that he really does not have much ambition and ambition.

For an organization, such a boss must be ineligible. If he can't be bigger and stronger, then there is no future. However, Li Xiao likes the golden mean Evans, because he also does not want the other party to become bigger and stronger. What he needs is an obedient person.

The sound of fighting in the tavern gradually weakened, indicating that there were fewer and fewer people alive, but Li Xiao knew that no one would survive, because the black crow and the big bald head assured him that there was only a corpse except the dead.

To this end, he and Evans paid a huge price for a smuggling line. Although Li Xiao didn't value that at all, the account had to be that way.

After another ten minutes, there was no movement at all. Li Xiao gave Evans a wink, and the uncle immediately stood out, and said to the **** on both sides of the separated alley:

"It's almost over there. For the sake of fairness, I'll take you in. But I said ugly. According to the agreement between the helper and the controller, the new helper will survive. I don't care who you were before. Which big brother he recognizes, but there will be only one boss in the future, the one who is alive inside! "

"Furthermore, I put away my knife and gun. If I find someone trying to get a black hand, the first one won't agree, just kill it!"

"Listen clearly!"

Humbling was easier to talk than Evans imagined, singing one after another in unison, and then followed him slowly toward the tavern like a quail.

There was blood everywhere, but it was not as **** as expected. Except for the separation of the dead corpse of James Warns ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ most of the other people died better. Of course, blood everywhere is inevitable. After all, there are more than 20 lives in it.

"Neither of you is allowed to move, I'll go check!"

Evans once again gave instructions to the bastards, and then eagerly walked towards the two most eye-catching people. Gabriel was lying on the ground, his fat belly was almost rotten, and a large intestine hung on his back. Outside, it was extremely embarrassing to die.

Evans tried his pulse, and said to the bastards, "The controller is dead!"

No sorrow, no sorrow, almost all eyes were on Toger, who was sitting motionless on the chair. The fighter who seemed to be capable of fighting seemed to be wounded and sitting there to rest. Is it really the last winner?

Evans was also a little worried, but when he came to Torjere, all his fears were gone. Torjere died. He had wounds all over his body, but the most deadly thing was a dagger stuck in him. On the chest, his eyes were even more glazed, as if the moment of death was imminent.

Evans turned around and said heavily, "The Lord is dead!"