The Yongan Pawn Shop of American Comics

That night, the din of artillery fire kept half of Hell's Kitchen sleepless.

The next day, after having a cordial discussion with Chief Michael about the "Police Station Equipment Update and Ammunition Replenishment Plan", Li Cheng, who had dark circles under his eyes, smiled and put the pudgy chief into the car to leave.

"Have a good trip, Chief. Come and play often when you have time." Li Cheng put on a warm smile and watched the police car go away. After the police car completely disappeared around the corner, his smile immediately dropped and he spat viciously on the ground. : "I'll kill you on the way, you fat bastard!"

Gunshots rang out for most of the night last night. None of the dozens of remaining members of the Qing Gang escaped. They were all beaten into mosaics. The small stronghold was as desolate as if the Taiwanese server had been scraped, and all kinds of mosaics were mixed together.

The police chief and his men in this area huddled in the police station and did not dare to call the police. Early the next morning, they bought the informant's information and rushed directly to Ronghua Street to threaten Li.

In the end, not only did he hand over all the weapons and equipment, but he also hurriedly took back all the bullets. There was no other way, otherwise most of the people in Ronghua Street would have entered, and Old Mike would probably have fought him tooth and nail.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. As soon as he entered the door, a furious Li Cheng started to curse.

"Which of these damn things are stealing my goods? Do you have any brains!"

"Just steal, just steal. In order to fight dozens of gangsters, I thought about ordering some bastard boxes and 38 big lids. At most, I could get a few Thomsons."

"That's good. I just ran away with my Maxim heavy machine gun on my shoulder. Where the Qinggang Sesame is bigger, melon mines worth several hundred dollars built 32 melon mines for me in one night, and they also used grenades. This is a bunker bomb. Ah, if you don't carry it back to me after the beating, it's not you who will be in trouble.

"In the end, that fat pig took advantage and came over to me with a shameless face and asked me for bullets. He deliberately made me angry."

Li Cheng's face was full of anger, and he was holding his cheeks and twitching. The arms purchased from the war plane were all reimbursed, which made his gums swollen and painful because of the anger.

"Calm down the fire, calm down the fire, Li, what's wrong with your face? Is it swollen?" Ajie suppressed a smile and stepped forward to take a look at Li Cheng's face, but was almost kicked back by Li Cheng.

"Don't touch me"

Old Mike ignored him and continued to make porridge quickly. There would still be several sprained wrist injuries waiting for him to treat later. Betty leaned against the door and looked at Li Cheng with a playful expression, which made Li Cheng feel uncomfortable for a while.

Li Cheng walked to the bedroom angrily. As he walked, he ordered Ajie: "Ajie, take that bucket of porridge to my bedroom. If you get angry, drink something light."

"You brat, it's not over yet." The old godfather stopped when he heard that and viciously smashed the big porridge spoon on the table, causing the remaining porridge to splash everywhere.

"It's not over!" Li Cheng frowned and stared at the old godfather. Finally, he was defeated by his increasingly unkind eyes: "Can't I change it? Can't I change it? Ajie, take those few in my warehouse. Take out the box of military cans, why don’t I change them?”

With that said, Li Cheng returned to the bedroom, muttering: "I won't even let you have a sip of porridge."

"Li, concealing heavy firepower weapons is a serious violation of the law. The FBI will intervene in the investigation. It's a good thing if they are confiscated. And you don't seem to be in a bad mood today."

Betty leaned against the bedroom door but did not come in. She just comforted Li Cheng in a low voice.

"It's not that simple. The law-abiding people in this area have long been wiped out. Without this batch of goods, those who trade on the black market will probably be restless again." Li Cheng shook his head, ignoring Betty's teasing words behind him, helplessly explained to Betty.

"Self-protection sometimes doesn't require too much force. Your firepower will only make others more fearful and alienated." Betty lightly combed her burgundy hair and continued to add.

"Actually, what you should consider more is whether you want those gangs to be as powerful as others, or whether you just want to establish a neutral black market to help everyone live better."

Betty showed a charming smile, and the long and narrow scar on her face had a contradictory beauty.

"This is the most important thing for you to consider now." After saying this, Betty turned around and left.

"What are you thinking about?" After listening to Betty's words, Li Cheng muttered dissatisfiedly: "Of course he is powerful. He wants money, money, and girls. Just like that playboy, he sleeps with one person a day."

As he said that, he glanced at Old Pan and seemed to see Lao Pan leaning against the corner again. Li Cheng quickly turned around and covered himself with the quilt: "Okay, okay, it's over. The old guy didn't stop even after he died. I made a mistake." Okay, I’m just kidding.”

This matter will definitely not end easily. Due to the agreement jointly made by several major gangs, when the Youth Gang still existed, although it hit rock bottom, many things could only proceed slowly.

Now that the Qinggang has been completely wiped out in one fell swoop, the territory and resources left behind have not had time to be slowly penetrated by the major gangs, and the rest has become a big piece of cake.

Not paying attention to the undercurrent, Li Cheng focused his attention on the system interface. He had no choice but to pay attention to the system message that just popped up.

*Please note that the willpower of purchasers in the war plane is reduced*

*Please note that the willpower of purchasers in the war plane is reduced*

*Warning, buyers in the war plane are demoralized and adverse events are very likely to occur*

This series of reminders generated more than a dozen in just a few minutes, which scared Li Cheng and hurriedly looked at his purchasing diary.

Don't worry, after all, most of Li Cheng's black market arms business now relies on this plane. Although the weapons and equipment are relatively old, they can't stand the bargain price he sells. The entire system's income is almost entirely based on the free supplies settled every month. Hold on.

This investigation failed. It turned out that the purchasers were mistaken for company commanders of a certain army. Unexpectedly, Shangfeng made a decision on paper and mistakenly threw them into the Japanese encirclement. Under heavy siege, they suffered without water and food for more than ten days. I have to say that this Special Forces card is really powerful. Compared with cards like Otaku Workaholics, Special Forces is obviously more tenacious in will.

However, he had just resisted another Japanese charge and watched his brothers die one by one in front of him. Even if he hit the target with perfect accuracy, he was still unable to restore the defeat. He was hungry and cold, and had run out of ammunition and food. Shangfeng, who was far behind, led the defenders. With meritorious awards, he immediately withdrew his troops and abandoned them. Under this series of blows, his will almost collapsed.

After reading the experiences in the diary, Li Cheng couldn't help but feel a little heavy. Every anti-Japanese warrior should be respected by everyone. In such a harsh environment, they fought tooth and nail to create peace for future generations and wrote a touching chapter.

Gritting his teeth, Li Cheng faced this plane and used the Will Card that he had accumulated for a long time. However, in this environment, the torture of people's will cannot be offset by one or two Will Cards.

In the end, Li Cheng could only watch him, holding the last gunpowder bag, and rushed into the Japanese army.

The stars on the portal representing the plane of resistance dimmed. The dim light represents the entire plane, which will no longer generate profits.