Dc Violence -Kun

Chapter 61 Suicide in a slum

The suicide slum is located in the southern part of the metropolis, with a backward economy, rampant crime, proliferation of guns, and frequent violence.

As the name suggests, this place is the most economically backward and crime-ridden area in the metropolis. The people’s life is not easy, and there are many big and small gangs.

In fact, its real name is not the suicide slum, but Hobby Bay.

It’s just that it’s too desperate and chaotic. Speaking of this, I always laugh at myself and say that the one who comes here is committing a chronic suicide, because only the poor who have nowhere to go will consider coming here to live. Over time, this place is called Suicide in a slum, no one cares about his real name.

Bati stepped into this environment, and as soon as he entered, he already soiled the white Martin boots, stepped on the small black puddles, the sewage stained the white uppers, and the tip of his nose was always flooded with thousands of things. The mixed smell, rancidity, socks that have not been washed for hundreds of years, and the smell of feces are simply muddy and unpleasant.

But fortunately, Ba Di was able to control his sense of smell, otherwise the Kryptonians would have been sacrificed in the smell of suicide slums as soon as they entered.

Mike carrying the box and following behind Bardi, saw Bardi’s vamp dirty, he couldn’t help but viciously curse in his heart: dirty, dirty, dirty, well dirty, there is so much shit here, step on it, and fall upstairs. A bucket of urine showered him all over.

Ask you to wear a white windbreaker, look so handsome? It’s so awesome? Isn’t it amazing that the bullet can’t penetrate?

He kept cursing viciously in his heart, and he couldn’t let go of his 300,000 US dollars, which was used by Bhadi to raise a woman; you must know that it was beaten by the wind and rain, and the fan that he got from Thailand was so hard and sold it. Tan, it is not easy to make money. When encountering Badi, even people have no freedom. I really have nowhere to cry.

The color of Badi, like a ray of light in the dark, is too white, attracting the eyes of the suicide slum.

The slumped old man who was shrunken by the corner wall looked over curiously, his stomach swelled, his face was skinny, staring at two big-eyed, dark and dirty children looking strangely, and the woman was upstairs. The balcony was packed with clothes, and he looked over strangely. Some strong passers-by walked by with an air of prey on their faces.

This is really weird.

It’s too clean white too.

It should not be a person who entered a suicide slum, because it would stain his clothes.

The tailor-made clothes cost a few thousand dollars with less materials. The Patriarch of Falcone was willing to pay a lot of money. Everyone could see the extraordinary clothes, matched with the indifferent face, Zhuo Er The extraordinary temperament, standing here, is a landscape, which makes people feel strange.

Badi stopped.

A group of people chased and beat a sloppy drunkard. The drunkard shook his feet and covered his head. The cyan beer bottle he was holding, ran awkwardly, spilled beer, and the taste of beer was spilled.

“Don’t fight…Don’t fight, hey…Don’t fight, no!”

The drunkard staggered his feet, fell in front of Badi, and squeezed into a ball.

A group of people glanced at the Queen of Badi strangely. Under the leadership of a young and strong white guy, they violently punched and kicked the curled up drunkard who fell on the ground with their feet, and the mud splashed until they were out of breath. , The young man in the lead told the others to stop, but he kicked the drunkard fiercely with his foot.

Kick the drunkard and hiss in pain.

The young man exhaled angrily, put his fingers into the alcoholic’s hair, lifted the alcoholic up, blushing, and roared: “Leon, took my money, where’s my goods?”

After the young man finished speaking, he really wanted to kill the drunkard severely. He blamed himself for being covered with shit. He listened to his temptation and gave him 300 dollars. He wanted to get in touch with his family and make a purchase. The white powder business has thus flourished and become a rich winner.

Unexpectedly, this good-sounding guy would actually use his money to buy wine and drink. After repeated inquiries and dodges, he found angrily that this drunkard had done nothing at all.

He was so angry that he took the brother who had collected money and chased the drunkard and beat him fiercely.

The drunkard was beaten with a swollen nose and swollen face. Even though the beer bottle had been spilled a lot, he was still reluctant to let it go.

The drunkard suddenly knelt in front of the young man, his nose swollen and cheeky holding the thigh of the angry young man, crying to the utmost pity: “Leon, stop beating, I’m going to die, I just accidentally lost my money.”

“You dare to lie! If you pay back the money today, or pay back the goods, or I will kill you.”

The young man stared, his anger rose again, and his other hand clenched into a fist and hit the drunkard’s head fiercely. The drunkard was so dizzy and dizzy that he almost thought he was going to die.

Just when the angry young man was about to punch again, the drunkard yelled: “Don’t, Leon, I can introduce you to a hundred gangsters with international organizations and criminal organizations. It’s a lot better to mix with them. I have a way out. I know them.” , You know, I have dealt with them before.”

Both international gangs and criminal organizations are big gangs in the metropolis. They are not comparable to the small ponds in the suicide slums. If they can get in, they are of course better than here.

But it is often difficult to enter, even if it is entered, it is still cannon fodder, and it is easy to die in a fight.

Leon’s heart moved, his eyes hesitated, and the punch did not go down.

“Don’t believe it, Leon. He was just a gang who was disrupted by international gangs and criminal organizations in the metropolis. He came to the suicide slum and was a drunkard who didn’t have any effect.”

Some young people around said, obviously everyone knows the past history of this drunkard.

Once he was a gang leader who walked out of the suicide slum. Later, he was beaten to death in the big city of the metropolis. He knelt and begged for alms from other big gangs before he returned to the suicide slum, where he became a decadent alcoholic. .

He had a glorious moment of walking out of the suicide slum, and finally he was beaten like a dog, begging for mercy.

Leon’s anger rose in his heart again, and he fought and kicked the drunkard desperately, making the drunkard howl again and again: “Don’t, don’t fight, don’t fight, I know the family, the angels of hell, I can introduce you into it, ah…no …”

The drunkard vomited a mouthful of blood, then curled up again, being punched and kicked.

From the time the drunkard spoke, Badi rubbed the palm of his left hand with the thumb of his right hand, as if he was gently holding his left hand. In fact, this posture was a habitual movement of Badi when thinking, and it was not easy to show in the underground research institute. It doesn’t matter if you come out.

This is the real world. It’s not that there are only a few protagonists in Meiman, and the supporting role interprets the feeling of a drama. It always makes people feel that the whole world has only the protagonist and supporting role, and the others are just like passersby.

A real metropolis is not that simple. At least, the intricate relationship of interests and the complexity of a first-tier city in the world are definitely not simple.

He needs to understand this metropolis, starting from the dark side, regardless of light or darkness, regardless of interest or violence, he must rule.

“Stop it, do you want to kill him?” Badi rubbed the palm of his left hand with his right thumb and glanced at the drunkard who was curled up underground.

The movements of the drunkard who were punching and kicking by several people stopped and looked at Badi, sweeping from head to toe, and from toe to head.

From the outside, the appearance of Badi is full of extravagance. In their eyes, there is money!

The rich will not be stingy to throw some money to save the beggars on the street, especially this kind of alcoholic in a dangerous situation, throw some money, and then win others’ gratitude, enjoy the gratitude of others, and enjoy their superior position of charity. .

Leon looked at Badi, hesitated for a while, and guessed the reason why they could stop. He was slightly happy, maybe he could recover his money from this man, he pretended to be puzzled and said: “What’s wrong with him? It is right to lie to us and kill him.”

Badi nodded in agreement, then drew the Colt Python revolver from Mike’s waist and handed it to Jack.

“With a gun, it’s faster.”