The devil roaming the American comics

"Jaca Xiuen, nicknamed White Umbrella, is 44 years old this year. He dropped out of school at the age of 15 and lived on the streets. He was imprisoned many times for wounding people. Until he became the middle-level leader of the D'Amico family at the age of 30, he has been free from punishment ever since."

"In Queens, the individual traders call him White Umbrella, which means he is the protective umbrella of the individual traders. Over the past ten years, countless drugs have flowed out of his hands, and he is the boss of Black Fatty and his gang."

In the car, Al was tapping on the screen of his mobile phone. On it was information that his good friend Marcus, a police officer, had retrieved from within the police station overnight.

Marcus: Damon, what are you going to do? Don't mess around.

Damon:

Marcus: Is Mindy okay? Think about lovely Mindy, what will happen to her if something happens to you? Mindy has no mother. You don’t want her to have no father, right?

Damon: I have something else to talk about later.

Al turned off his phone after a perfunctory sentence, and then said to Dave: "This is a heinous villain, a heartless drug dealer. What you are about to carry out is a righteous act. Knowing this will make you full of courage."

"Here, I'll use this later."

"This is"

Dave took the syringe and shook the transparent liquid inside and asked.

"stimulants"

Dave took a few breaths weakly. He wanted to ask Big Daddy why he had to do it today. Couldn't he let him rest for a night first?

But after looking at Big Dad's cold eyes under his mask, he could only hold the needle tightly in his hand and swallow those questions.

It doesn't matter, I haven't become a superhero yet, my soul still belongs to me.

"Let's go."

Al greeted Dave, and then took him in the elevator to the 13th floor of the apartment, where Jacathion's family lived.

Taking out a few thin wires from the tool bag, Al recalled for a moment, squatted down and started drumming. After a few clicks, the door opened.

He opened the door gently without making any sound, and took a few glances at the decoration in the quiet house in the quiet night. It looked very warm, as if this was just an ordinary home.

Dave lowered his voice nervously: "That's right?"

"Stay here."

Al took out a gun from his thigh, screwed on the silencer, and listened in front of the bedroom door one by one. After a while, he opened the door of a bedroom.

Plop, plop

Dave's nervous heart almost jumped out of his chest. Staring at the silent bedroom, he began to guess what was going on inside.

If Big Daddy shot and killed the drug dealer, he doesn't need to be interrogated anymore. Then why are you bringing him here?

A series of question marks popped up in the silent night. Before he could think of one, two, or three, he saw the closed bedroom door opening from the inside.

a man

A bearded, muscular man wearing pajamas came out with his hands raised.

Then came Al, who was holding a pistol to the back of the man's head.

"You won't hurt my family, right? I can use all my savings to buy my own life."

"Get out." Al didn't answer his question. He shouted and pushed him out of the door.

After intimidating the drug dealer, the three of them arrived on the roof of the building. Al then took a few steps back and said, "Relax, buddy."

Jacathion moved his shoulders twice, looked at Al, who was wearing black armor and was not easy to mess with, and then looked at Kick-Ass, who was nervous in a green onion suit. After pondering for two seconds, he suddenly realized: "We won. Will you let me go?"

Al shook his head.

The hope that Jie had just raised dimmed, but then his eyes became fierce: "Fuck, then give me weapons."

Al shook his head again and pointed to the dagger in Dave's hand: "You can grab it."

"what"

Dave was a little in disbelief. He looked at Big Dad and asked, "He can still steal my dagger. Wait a minute. You let me fight him."

Al smiled and replied without hesitation: "If I were you, I would tear off my clothes and wrap them around my only chance of survival, the dagger that can kill people easily."

tear

Dave moved quickly, and he was persuaded to tear off his clothes and start wrapping them around his hands.

"And that tube of stimulants, make full use of all your advantages, and think about your strategy before starting the fight."

With that said, Al glanced at Jie, who looked gloomy and ferocious, and took a few steps back again: "I remind you for the last time, Kick-Ass, that the only thing you can rely on is yourself and the dagger in your hand."

Jingle.

The empty syringe was thrown to the ground, and Dave gasped nervously as the medicine began to take effect.

The howling high wind on the roof made Al's cloak rustle. He looked at Dave's eyes under the hood, and they seemed to be thinking about something.

"Then, the last lesson tonight, the brave one wins when we meet on a narrow road, let's begin."

"Ahhh"

With a start, like an order from two trapped animals in a cage, Dave raised the dagger in his hand and howled towards the enemy.

The expression on his face cannot be seen clearly through the hood, but the bloodshot eyes and the veins on his arms bulging from stimulants are telling his enemies that the bloodthirsty trapped beast has exposed its fangs and does not want to die. , then go crazy with me

嘭

Uh

The story about Dave the trapped beast came to an abrupt and slightly embarrassing end. He was kicked right in the chest by Jie Dang. This fierce kick made him stoop in pain.

"Ah bastard, you plotted against me."

puff

Dave pulled out the dagger that was stuck on Jay's thigh, and rolled away in such an embarrassing manner that he could even pee in his pants to escape the pursuit.

"huh, huh"

Dave was panting rapidly, rubbing his belly. His heart was beating extremely violently, but looking at his expression, he didn't feel any pain at all, but rather a slightly twisted excitement.

"This is not a plot, this is a strategy." Dave said proudly to Jay, who was stunned.

"Shit, bastard, I'll kill you."

Jie was furious, this bastard actually deliberately pretended not to know how to fight to trick him.

"Asshole, don't run"

Dave turned around and circled around the wide roof of the building, avoiding Jay's staggering pursuit while threatening: "I feel full of strength, I can run to dawn, chase me, chase me, catch me" If you can't reach me or kill me, you will bleed to death, hahaha."

"Wow, it was almost, really, it scared me to death."

"Fuck you, damn it, shut your damn mouth, I'll wring your neck if I catch you."

"Run quickly, the bad guys are going to catch me and kill me soon, please help me."

Dave felt that his brain was now sober. The more he evaded pursuit, the more he ran wildly, the more excited he became. His heart was beating surgingly, as if he had been equipped with an infinite power machine, allowing him to dodge. Sensitive yet powerful.

Standing in the corner of the rooftop, Al held his chest and raised his index finger to scratch his stubbled chin. He didn't expect that Dave, a clever little guy, actually thought of a strategy to trick the veteran drug dealer Zijie.

If Jie didn't want to think of a way and just limped along in pursuit in vain, it might have messed up his plan.

Hey, wait a minute, Jay, the drug dealer, can’t do that, right?

Haha, interesting. What do you want to do when your brain wakes up?