Reborn in the 60s, starting with going to the mountains and countryside

"Bah~ Wasn't this all designed by you, Jon? This was how you designed me to join the Hells Angels. Now that you think I'm useless, you designed to get rid of me. Jon, are you still a human being?" If looks could kill, Jon would have died countless times by now.

"Bob, you are so stubborn when you are about to die. I don't know why you came up with the idea of ​​these flours, but I know that you are dead today. Not only you, but also your wife and daughter, no, no, no, they They won’t die, I will send them to the slums and let those lowly pigs play with them as they please. Don’t blame me, if not, blame you for having thoughts that you shouldn’t have…”

Jon was smiling when he said this. If you just looked at his smile and didn't listen to what he said, you would have thought it was an old friend reminiscing.

"Jon, you will go to hell. Even Satan will not forgive you for what you have done. You are a devil..."

"Bob, are you afraid now? Tell me why you did this, tell me the reason, and I might even make you feel better."

"What should I say? Isn't this all your design? You are still asking hypocritically."

"It's already here, and you're still making excuses. It seems like you won't say anything without resorting to some means. Tie them all up and take them all to the cannery outside the city."

After hearing this, Bob and the thugs changed their colors instantly. They were very familiar with the canning factory. The people who had come to trouble them before were all brought to the canning factory, and no one could come out intact.

"Jon, what do you want to do? You can't do this to me? I've been following the boss for so long, don't you know? How could I have that thought?"

"Jon, you are just a lunatic. This has nothing to do with me."

……

When a group of thugs heard that they were being taken to the cannery, some were angry, some begged for mercy, and some wanted an explanation.

But Jon turned a blind eye. "Why are you still watching? Take action, tie them all up and take them away."

Seeing that Jon was serious, Bob suddenly shouted: "Brothers, Hudson, Jon, they want to get rid of us all. It's useless to say anything now. It's obvious that they are looking for excuses to get rid of us." Kill us. What are you waiting for? Just take action and kill us..."

Before Bob could finish speaking, Jon shot Bob in the head, causing Bob to lose consciousness instantly.

Seeing Jon killing Bob, all the thugs looked at me and looked at you, but they didn't dare to take action. After all, no matter how skilled they were, they could still be defeated with one shot.

"There are only seven bullets in the gun. Two have been used and five are left. There are so many of us. What are we afraid of? Let's get rid of Jon first." A voice came from somewhere, and a group of thugs looked towards The m1911 in Jon's hand.

What the man just said was right, the m1911 ammunition capacity is only seven rounds. There are so many of them, what are they afraid of?

"Kill Jon, or we will all turn into cans today."

A group of people rushed towards Jon, and Jon wanted to resist, but the gun in his hand was exactly what these people said, with limited ammunition capacity. Now one shot and one less shot.

"Don't come over here, I'll hit whoever comes over." Jon was a little panicked now. He had always looked like he was sure of victory before, but now the situation was obviously beyond his control.

Seeing that no one listened to him, Jon pulled the trigger and hit one person. Jon was controlled by others and the gun was taken away instantly.

On the other side of the bar where Ye Hao was located, the previous two gunshots did not seem to bring the group of young men and women who had fallen into madness back to their senses. However, these consecutive shots, and there was only a wall between them, the people in the middle of the dance floor Suddenly awakened, everyone hid under the table.

The people who were close to the door have now run out of the bar. No one except Ye Hao noticed where the gunshots came from.

The bar fell into a brief silence, but everyone looked around and found nothing unusual. Stimulated by alcohol and flour, the group returned to the dance floor to indulge themselves again.

Ye Hao just shook his head and continued to observe the situation next door. This kind of cannibalism was not so easy to see.

……

Hudson, who returned to his room upstairs, was very confused now. If Bob did this alone, he could understand it. After all, he was forced to join the Hells Angels. But what Hudson didn't expect was that he All the thugs participated.

Several of these thugs were brothers who had been with him for many years. They had grown from nothing to a huge gang now. He, Hudson, believed that he had never treated these brothers badly, but he never expected that such a thing would happen today.

Although he is a moody and cruel person to the outside world, he has never owed anything to his brothers who have followed him from the beginning. He gives money to women when they want them, and women to women when they want them.

He didn't want to see these people who betrayed him anymore, so he asked Jon to deal with them.

Unexpectedly, not long after we came up, we heard gunfire one after another below.

Hudson was a little worried. He was worried that Jon would not be able to control the situation, so he took out a Thompson submachine gun from the cabinet in the office and went downstairs.

As soon as he came down, he saw the chaotic scene below. First of all, Bob was lying in a pool of blood. He had expected this.

Then in the crowd, a group of thugs who had been kneeling on the ground begging for mercy were actually gathered together, as if they were fighting something.

Hudson took a closer look and saw that the group of people was actually beating up Jon.

As Hudson's most proud subordinate, Jon is usually responsible for the management. Now he is being beaten by a group of thugs. This is tolerable.

Condescendingly facing the crowd, Hudson pulled the trigger of his Thompson submachine gun.

However, he still slightly moved Jon's position. He was afraid that Jon would not be beaten to death by this group of people, but would be beaten to death by himself.

The moment the gunfire rang out, there were screams. Several unlucky thugs were either dead or disabled.

Hudson waited until the 30-round magazine was emptied before he stopped. The place was now a mess of blood and flesh.

Hudson's move indeed calmed everyone present. Who would have thought that Hudson would dare to use such a killer weapon in a bar.

And it was against his own men, everyone felt very cold. Looking at the current situation, Hudson would definitely go on a killing spree today.

"When I don't exist?"

Facing the furious Hudson, no one dared to speak.

Just when Hudson thought he had the situation under control, a voice came from nowhere: "He has no bullets in his gun. What are you afraid of? Fight him, or we will all turn into cans..."

These words from the crowd reminded everyone that today has reached this point. The people present have killed Jon. Hudson will not let them go. Since there is no way out, it might as well be Give it a try.