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Volume One New York Story Chapter 16 Someone Really Acts Bravely

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    Update time: 2012-06-08

    ¡°With Wang Geng, a fat sheep, dazzling them, these two gangsters have no intention of taking care of the old Mexican man. Unless he stops coming to this stall in the future, it will not be a matter of minutes to deal with the old man in the future!

    But the yellow-skinned monkey with an unfamiliar face in front of me is quite arrogant, so I need to talk to him properly!

    The curly-haired third man here raised his face proudly and shouted,

    "Yellow-skinned monkey, you're not in a bad mood. Two dollars can buy you a good mood? Then our two brothers' good mood has been disturbed by your two dollars. What do you think we should do!"

    "What's in the baggage? Open it and show it to us!" The second rider on the bicycle yelled impatiently with a cigarette in his mouth.

    Wang Geng felt angry and funny. When he saw that the old man had disappeared on the street corner, he was afraid that he had not gone far, so he put the baggage on the ground.

    This guy took out the Camel cigarettes he had received from Edison earlier from his pocket, took out a box of matches, lit them, and took a nice puff, without even looking at the two little shrimps in front of him!

    "Hey! I told you to unpack the baggage! Do you hear me! How dare you, a yellow-skinned monkey, look down on people?" Curly-haired Lao San took out a dagger from his pocket and swung it in his hand while approaching Wang Geng.

    "In the bag are hot dogs and barbecued sausages. I'm going to take them back to treat someone to a midnight snack! If you are hungry, a hot dog is one dollar a piece. I don't mind saving two more lost lambs!" Wang Geng flicked the cigarette ashes in his hand.  Said casually.

    "Yellow-skinned monkey is very courageous! How dare you make fun of our brothers!" The curly-haired gangster picked up the bag from the ground, weighed it and squeezed it a few times, then turned his head and said to the second driver,

    "Second brother, it's really a hot dog. If you smell it, the aroma will come out. Come on, take this back to report, otherwise the boss will lose his temper!"

    "Bah! Third brother, you are a good-for-nothing! A few hot dogs are nothing!" The second son on the motorcycle spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth on the ground, turned to Wang Geng and said fiercely,

    "You want to send us guys off with just a few hot dogs? If you're wise, hand over your wallet!"

    For a gentle-looking Asian young man like Wang Geng, this white gangster named Lao Er didn't take him seriously. If he was black or Mexican, he might have to think twice. Most of the yellow people in New York in this era are timid.  You little timid guy, why don¡¯t you just casually spend two dollars to buy Taiping!

    "Third brother, you are really a pig-brained person. You just throw away a few hot dogs? Look at what this yellow-skinned monkey is doing. He can squeeze out at least ten or twenty dollars from you! Go up and search him!"

    After hearing this, the third child hung the bag with the hot dog on the handlebar of the motorcycle. While showing off, he played with the dagger in his right hand and stretched out his left hand to grab Wang Geng's collar.

    Wang Geng held the cigarette in one hand nonchalantly, and with a flash of lightning, he snatched the spinning dagger from the curly-haired gangster's hand.

    The curly-haired gangster only felt a light touch on his right hand, and then a cold feeling on his neck. The dagger in his hand had reached the other party's hand at some point, and was pressed against his Adam's apple. The guy was stunned and froze on the spot.  I couldn't react at once.

    The second child on the motorcycle behind was blocked by the body of his third child. He did not see what happened between Wang Geng and the third child. This guy was still pushing the motorcycle's accelerator from behind.

    "Why are you bothering me? Third brother, hurry up and leave. The boss will wait and watch your skin carefully!"

    Wang Geng took back the dagger and danced a ball of sword light casually in his hand, swish, swish, swish, the sword never left the side of the curly-haired gangster's face, frightening the curly-haired old man so much that he dared not move, and his legs were shaking like chaff.  .

    In the end, Wang Geng suddenly stopped and put the dagger back into the curly gangster's hand, and said disdainfully,

    "Playing with knives is an art. Your dagger looks pretty good, but it's really ugly when you play with it. Go home and practice again. I'm in a very good mood today, so I won't argue with you two.  , Bring me the baggage, and you can just pat your butts and leave!"

    The curly guy¡¯s mind was in chaos and he didn¡¯t know what to do. The guy on the motorcycle behind kicked him and shouted,

    "Third brother, what are you doing here? Take your wallet and leave!"

    The third child turned around with a grimace. The second child on the motorcycle was shocked. The third child's eyebrows and beard had been shaved off in just a blink of an eye. His whole face looked funny and ridiculous, and his hands  The knife inside was shaking and shaking, and it was a bit hard to hold it!

    "Second brother, this guy is a master at playing with knives. I'm afraid that you and my brother will be killed today!" The third child always likes to play with knives, but on the dim street, he can shave off the opponent's eyebrows and beard without hurting him.  Man, he doesn¡¯t have this ability. I don¡¯t know what happened to the knife in his hand just now.The matter is in other people's hands!

    When the second child saw this, he was furious. He parked the car and jumped off the motorcycle. He pushed the third child away with one arm, took out a handful of dark stuff from his arms and said to Wang Geng,

    "Third brother, you loser. I told you that you will hurt yourself sooner or later if you play with a knife. Of course you have to rely on a gun to get around!" Before the guy finished speaking, there was a light in his hand. When he looked down, the revolver in his hand was already there.  I don¡¯t know when it got into the other party¡¯s hands.

    Wang Geng lowered his head and took a look. He saw a Colt .38 revolver whose paint had peeled off a little. The rifling in the barrel had been worn a lot. The man skillfully took out the magazine and saw that the six bullets were shining brightly.  Lying inside, Wang Geng closed the magazine and turned the revolver around in his hand. He suddenly stopped and pointed the gun at the two gangsters opposite him.

    The two guys were so frightened that their legs weakened and they knelt down. They waved their hands and shouted, "Hero! Spare your life! We know we were wrong!"

    Wang Geng sneered and said disdainfully,

    "Originally I didn't want to make myself angry, but someone insisted on using a knife or a gun to force me to be angry. If I got angry, the consequences would be serious. People who dare to point a gun or a knife at me will never end well. This matter to you  What should I do?¡±

    "Hey, we know we were wrong! Take this knife, it will be useful for peeling fruit or something in the future!" The curly-haired old man held the hot potato-like dagger in his hands and raised it above his head without daring to move.

    "Do you really know that you are wrong?" Wang Geng asked coldly.

    "We really know we were wrong!" Two stern-looking fools knelt on the ground and raised their hands, begging for mercy!

    These two gangsters really looked at each other, but begging for mercy seemed to them to be a matter of course. Curly-haired Lao San looked at the evil god who walked under the streetlight in front of him and looked familiar. A gust of wind happened to blow up a broken piece of paper on the roadside.  In the newspaper, this guy with sharp eyes saw the photo of Wang Geng and the mayor together.

    The curly-haired boy suddenly realized that this was the man who dared to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge. I heard he was a top student at West Point Military Academy, a college football running back and a school shooting champion. Oh my god, how could I offend this man!

    Curly hair kowtowed hurriedly and begged for mercy. Although the second guy next to him was not angry, but with the gun in his hand, he was in a stronger situation than the other person. This guy lowered his head in dejection and did not dare to breathe.

    Wang Geng was playing with the gun in his hand, aiming at the heads and faces of the two people, teasing them and saying,

    "I'll kill you with one shot. I'll kill you with one shot. I only need two bullets to take your lives. Does this count as an act of righteousness? On a dark and windy night, two thieves dared to attack each other on Fifth Avenue in New York."  He deserves to be beaten to death for armed robbery!"

    "HeyHero, spare your life! We know we were wrong! The knives and guns in our hands are just for scaring people, and we don't dare to use knives or guns to injure people" The two gangsters begged for mercy while looking secretly at each other.  If it doesn't work, run away!

    The second child¡¯s mind was spinning fast, and he hurriedly took out the two-dollar protection fee Wang Geng had paid for the Mexican old man from his arms, handed it over his head, and said,

    "Hero, hero! We really know we were wrong. Take these two dollars back, take them back!"

    "It's a joke! This is the protection fee I paid for that hot dog stall owner. One yard equals one yard. Why, do you think you robbed these two dollars?" Wang Geng glared.

    "Hey, don't you dare!" The second child was dumbfounded for a moment, and the third child was also confused. The master's way of thinking in front of him was so unreasonable that the two of them couldn't keep up!
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