Chapter 1785 (1/2)

The little gangster grabbed the money and put it in his pocket. He put the gun back in his pocket and emptied his hand. He picked up two bottles of wine on the counter. The other hand still grabbed a large handful on the chocolate shelf beside the cash register.

When he shoved the chocolate into his pocket, he seemed to think it wasn't enough. He grabbed a few more bottles of gum and condoms and left Mrs. Chen with the words ”the next time you beep, the money you pay will double.” so he walked out in a big way.

Eddie quietly takes back the dog's head. He can't care about it.

Don't think he dares to hate the life foundation, just because the other side is the company on the surface.

When things come to the table, there is more or less chance of legal wrangling.

This kind of street punk doesn't care about the law at all.

First of all, the shopkeeper doesn't have to call the police. The police don't have to catch (or fail to catch) the shopkeeper. If he catches the shopkeeper, he doesn't have to be convicted.

Even if convicted, as long as the robbery did not hurt people, at most a few months into parole.

California's prisons have been so tense that they can't shut down these rampant gangsters.

Well, if only Batman had appeared in San Francisco. The idea came to Addie 's mind involuntarily.

Most of the gangs in Los Angeles don't do blackmail with guns anymore.

Because those members of the fair and honest gang who collect protection fees everywhere will be beaten into the hospital by the collective every other period of time.

It's not easy to take a gun or run away with a broken hand or foot once or twice, and the little gangsters without these two skills are not competitive.

As a Batman iron powder, Eddie has long known that this is the hand of the bat team through data and statistical analysis.

Batman and black cat were the first women. They are the famous knee breaker in Los Angeles.

Then Batman left, and on top of the dark knight, there was the New York ”broken bone devil”.

Well, maybe I should send them a message for help and let the Dark Knights come to San Francisco for a bone breaking trip? They are also responsible for this.

In the past two years, the little gangsters who have been wary of Los Angeles have come to San Francisco to do the old business of extortion.

Why don't these guys just beat them? To stay is to harm good people. A reporter flashed the idea of extreme violence, but his body stood honestly in the food area.

That guy has a gun. There's a companion out there. He should have a gun, too.

San Francisco is not a simple New York City. There are too many lawless gangsters.

In order to grab a wallet, it's not uncommon for the psycho gangsters to shoot each other directly.

He ran up to block, the other side of a hot brain, the possibility of a shot to him is not small.

It's just a little money being robbed. There's no need to work hard. I'm not counsellor. He muttered in his heart.

Then, he saw a string of puppies coming from the nearby passage. He looked at him with the eyes of a ”black” dog. It seemed that the face of the dog was Sarcastic expression?

Seeing him, the little dog barked at him twice, turned around and walked away, as if he was disgusted.

Hallucination! This must be the hallucination of fever! He shook his head and told himself to pick up the basket and walk to the counter.

Mrs. Chen's face was much longer than when he entered the door. She silently scanned the goods in his basket.

Eddie was a little embarrassed and couldn't help saying, ”everything will be OK.”

Mrs. Chen's eyes were red, and she lowered her head: ”no way, Eddie. Life is always like this. ”

Eddie was speechless. Once again, he felt powerless and thought about the New York superheroes.

Perhaps, only if we use violence against violence as they do, can we suppress this situation a little bit! At least Don't little gangsters take out guns anytime and anywhere and threaten other people's lives?

Put an end to it? That's impossible.

Eddie is a real graduate of Nanjing University. It's very clear that this is not a problem of mere gangsters, but a stubborn disease of American society.

Who makes this a country full of guns!

In the car not far from the supermarket, nugget continues to dis its peers: ”pussy! The host of the venom is poorly chosen. A little gangster dare not do it. Ha ha, no matter how timid it is, it will not give up? It's coming home again. There's no class at all. ”