Super power exchange system

The tyrant shook his head, as if he was pissed off, pointed at the noses of some grass-headed wolves who couldn't figure out what was going on, and said, "What did Tony tell you? That's how you work? Huh?"

The grass-headed wolf's eyelids twitched. All his younger brothers felt that their elder brother had been humiliated like never before, and they were all filled with righteous indignation. Only the mustache felt that the person opposite was too funny, and showed a strange bloodthirsty smile.

The tyrant pointed at the grass-headed wolf: "Do you still want money? Do you want it? Do you think money is so easy to earn these days?"

The grass-headed wolf gritted his teeth, and said calmly: "Brother, your way of doing business is quite special. The people before you didn't do it like you."

"Oh." The tyrant rubbed the bridge of his nose between his eyes with an expression of "you are hopeless", "I don't know what the hell I did. I met two hundred and five all day today. All of them are purebred."

The sycophant behind was furious. He felt that it was time for him to act. At this time, it was the best time to show his righteous indignation and loyal protection of the lord, so he took out his pistol, pointed at the tyrant, and said loudly: "Who are you with? What are you two talking about?"

The tyrant sighed, snatched the pistol from his hand, and lowered his head to study.

The sycophant was dumbfounded, all stupid, the other party's tactics were naturally random, and there was no hesitation or procrastination, as if he had concluded that he would not dare to shoot to disrupt this business, and he couldn't react, and he could only successfully take away the weapon. .

The people around immediately became vigilant, and all raised their guns together, pointing at the tyrant and his group, nervous and tense.

People in this line of work are living on the edge of a knife, and no one dares to take it lightly. As long as you relax a little bit and be careless, you may bid farewell to this world forever, and there will be no second chance to correct it.Moreover, in addition to facing the various traps of the anti-drug police, what he also has to face is the gangsters of his accomplices!

Now, everyone is getting nervous, even the scarred face and moustache that kills without batting an eye, sweat slowly dripping from their foreheads, staring at the group of crazy little devils opposite, and looking at Caotou from time to time The wolf, waiting for the order of the big brother, or discovering the other party's movement, will immediately fire and start fighting!
Mustache said in his heart: I'm sub-Ao, what's going on with these brats?Do you want to do business, or do you want to eat black?Why do I feel that this group of people has a weird feeling?
Scarface said in his heart: Damn, the young people nowadays are too crazy, even more impulsive than us at that time, they will strike at every turn, what a fucking idiot!
Flatterer: I'm a sub-Olympian, and I snatched... the pistol empty-handed in an instant, what are these guys doing?Is the old man going to eat us?

Grass head wolf: Oh?Are these brats here to make trouble?Damn, they wouldn't rush over to make trouble so simply, they must have set up an ambush around them, or some kind of trap, what's going on?

The rest of you: I don't want to die, I don't want to die, don't merge, don't merge, do business well, do business well...

The tyrant held the pistol in his hand and weighed it: "I am inferior, their guns feel better than ours, more realistic, Tony is not interesting, we all have such..."

As the tyrant said, he shot the prince who was laughing next to him.

boom--!
Loud gunshots echoed through the jungle.

The tyrant covered his ears with one hand, retracted the gun with a grin, and looked at it: "I'll do it, the sound of this gun is so fucking loud, it shocked me to death!"

The grass-headed wolf was shocked!

The sycophant was shocked!

Scarface was shocked!
Mustache was also shocked!
All the rest of the minions were shocked!

Everyone couldn't help but took a small half step forward, their mouths grew nervously, and they exchanged glances with their companions anxiously, holding the guns in their hands again and again, ready to shoot at any time.

The flattery said meticulously: Brother, what is going on?I'm a little confused, he... in front of us, he solved a man of our own!

Mustache thought to himself: Is he sending a signal to let his own people surround us?Damn it, brother, let's fight them!
Scarface said in his heart: Big brother, I'm not afraid, but I think, I can use my own gun to signal, and I don't need to kill my own people. The one he killed may be an undercover agent!

Flattering and meticulously said: Brother, I have never seen such a business in my life, who the hell are they?
The eldest brother waved a hand, stopped everyone's movements, signaled everyone not to act rashly, and looked around vigilantly at the surrounding highlands.I said in my heart: Judging from my decades of experience in debut... I have never met such a rampant brat!Hold on tight, everyone, and act according to my wink!

The rest of the people: Die, die, die, this time it must be black, we don't want to die, we want to go home...

The tyrant looked at the prince's chest indifferently: "Damn it, his bullets are red!"

The prince looked down at his chest, he felt...it felt so strange, he touched it, looked at it: "Prince...I feel...something is wrong..."

The tyrant walked up to him, touched him as well, and nodded: "Well, Tony is thoughtful. When the time comes, our bullets will be yellow and theirs will be red, so the suspicion can be cleared. Let's say he himself Unlucky, the other team recognized the wrong person and beat him, it has nothing to do with us, hehe. Not bad.”

"No..." The prince felt tightness in his chest, and felt a little pain. He took a step back slightly, and the miniature submachine gun he held dropped, feeling difficult to breathe and feeling weak: "Tyrant...I think...I'm going to die ..."

The tyrant smiled slightly: "Fuck you." He said and punched the prince in the chest.

With this punch, the prince lay down limply and closed his eyes.

The people around laughed together.

The tyrant was also laughing: "Damn, forget it, prince, playing tricks is too bad at this time, hurry up, let's find that enemy now, and kill him!"

The grass-headed wolf group on the opposite side was already in a daze.

When they looked at the tyrant and the gang, they couldn't describe the astonishment and surprise in their hearts in words!
The tyrant kicked the prince: "Hey, it's too early to act, get up, get up!"

Everyone laughs together.

"Okay, okay! You have improved, your acting skills have improved, you have improved." The tyrant said: "Get up, let's get down to business."

Everyone laughed together again, and some of them burst into tears.

The tyrant smiled and squatted down: "Hey, prince, get up quickly, or I will open seven or eight holes in your head."

The tyrant grabbed the prince and found that the red paint in the direction he hit was spreading...spreading...spreading...