Kamen Rider Kalis in Marvel

The next day, Saturday morning.

Before dawn, Luo Yun was awakened by a knock on the door.

He opened the door with tears in his eyes. Outside the door was Ma Qingmei, who helped him manage the supermarket.

"Aunt Ma, what's the matter?"

Aunt Ma hesitated a little and said softly: "Boss, Mike, who supplies us with vegetables, suddenly wants to pay more, and he wants a lot. I can't handle it, so I came to see you."

Luo Yun frowned, allowing Aunt Ma to ask him. It seemed that this was not a normal price increase. He said, "Let's go and take a look."

Aunt Ma led the way. As she walked, she introduced Mike's situation to Luo Yun.

It turns out that Mike is the only vegetable supplier in this area. If you want to purchase goods here, you can only go to him.

Luo Yun nodded.

Before the two of them reached the door, there was already some wild laughter.

When I went out to take a look, I saw several black people gathered around and handling things in Luoyun Supermarket.

They picked up the fruit casually, bit it and threw it back if they were dissatisfied, and some picked up things and put them in their bags.

Are these things purchased for zero yuan?

Aunt Ma looked helpless and advised: "Boss, don't be angry. This is not China after all, so be careful."

Luo Yun ignored Aunt Ma and walked up to the leading black man.

The black man was wearing a leather jacket and a big gold chain around his neck, and he looked breathless.

When he saw Luo Yun coming over, with a contemptuous smile on his face, he asked: "Are you the owner of this store? Chinese, right? Our supply prices are going to be increased, tripled! Get ready, hurry up Please give me some money, otherwise your store won’t be able to survive.”

Others gathered around, all with sickening smiles on their faces.

Luo Yun looked at the clown in front of him, is this the attitude of these niggas towards the Chinese people?While opposing discrimination, discriminate against others.

What an ugly kind.

If he were an ordinary Chinese, he would just have to endure it now. Unfortunately, Luo Yun is not an ordinary person.

"You don't deserve to stand and talk to me."

As soon as he finished speaking and an angry expression appeared on the black man's face, Luo Yun waved his hand.

boom!

The black man was slapped in the face, flew out and hit the shelf, and all the goods on it fell down.

When other people saw this scene, they looked angry and shouted loudly.They took out their daggers and rushed towards Luo Yun.

Luo Yun looked over with a calm expression.

His figure flashed, walking through the crowd like a gust of wind. Some of these black people kept flying backwards, and their daggers were like children's toys, having no effect at all.

After they all lay on the ground, Luo Yun stopped.

He turned to look at the leader who was knocked away from the beginning and wanted to ask about the situation.

However, he was facing the black muzzle.

"If I were you, I'd put down the gun."

The nigger didn't seem to hear, he looked angry, "You damn Chinese, if you continue to be arrogant, I will teach you a lesson today."

Luo Yun ignored the nigger's threat and walked towards the nigger step by step at gunpoint.

The nigger's eyes flashed with cruelty, "You forced me."

boom!

when~

On Luo Yun's brow, a squashed bullet slowly slid down and landed on the ground, making a crisp sound.

The nigger's face showed an expression of seeing a ghost. He hurriedly threw away the pistol, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, please let me go."

Naturally, Luo Yun would not let him go so easily. He knew these niggas too well, and they would not remember it if he did not let them suffer.

Snapped.

With a crisp sound, the nigger's teeth fell to the ground, and his mouth was filled with blood.

He didn't dare to say anything, he just knelt down.

Crack, crack, crack, crack.

Finally, the nigger fainted and fell to the ground, with teeth all over the floor next to him.

Luo Yun looked at the others with a cold expression, "Come here and wake him up."

A young gangster timidly came to Luo Yun, helped the nigger up, and gently shook him, "Boss, boss?"

Luo Yun kicked the gangster several meters away and watched him holding his stomach and wailing in front of him.

"Is he your grandfather? Wasting my time? Another one!"

Finally he didn't dare to waste time anymore. He brought a basin of cold water and poured it all on the nigger's head.

The nigger woke up, the coldness stimulated him, and he finally felt the pain of being beaten, and he wailed.

Luo Yun's face was expressionless, "Either you shut up, or I'll beat you to death."

It's clean now.

Luo Yun looked down at the nigger who was slumped on the ground and said, "I forgot to talk to you guys. You just happened to be here. Now, you take me to find other suppliers. I want to have a good relationship with you." Be reasonable."

"Don't say you don't know who they are. If so, then you are useless. Useless people don't deserve to live."

The nigger hurriedly shook his head and begged: "I know, I know, boss."

Luo Yun glanced at him and said, "Why don't you leave then?"

The group of people set off just like that. As they walked, the nigger introduced the situation of the others to Luo Yun.

He was dedicated to his duties and could sing and cry. He was truly a mentor and helpful friend to those people.

Suddenly, Luo Yun stopped. He asked these people to wait and came to the roadside alone.

In the bright sunshine of the morning, Bertha was wearing shabby but clean clothes, carrying a shabby bag, and focused on picking up empty bottles.

"Bertha."

"Hi, teacher, what's wrong?"

Bertha could see the miserable looks of the people behind Luo Yun, but she didn't think anything was wrong. Teacher Luo Yun was a good person, and it was definitely not his bullying. It must be those people's fault.

Luo Yun smiled and said, "We will go to the competition tomorrow afternoon. We need a few people to help carry things and deal with emergencies. How about it? Do you have time?"

"We pay wages."

Bertha's eyes flashed with money-obsessed light, "Okay, okay, I have time, when will it be tomorrow?"

Luo Yun smiled and said: "Do you have a mobile phone? Write down the number and I will call you tomorrow morning."

Bertha took out a worn-out push-button phone from her pocket, shook it hard a few times, and finally turned it on.

Luo Yun continued, "Please help me contact a few more people, preferably boys and girls, to facilitate handling of various situations."

Bertha nodded obediently.

"Then you go on, I'm leaving first, I still have something to deal with."

"Okay, bye, teacher."

Back in front of the nigger, Luo Yun was not so kind. He frowned and said, "Walk faster."

After a while, several people arrived at another supplier's company. The people there obviously knew the nigger and didn't even stop them.

Several people just arrived outside the office.

Luo Yun pushed the door open with one hand. There was only a middle-aged man inside who was looking at the computer. He saw Luo Yun push the door open with displeasure on his face.

However, when he saw the miserable-looking nigger who came in later, his expression changed instantly. He stood up suddenly, picked up a silver-white pistol, and pointed it at Luo Yun.

"Who are you and what are you going to do?"

Luo Yun didn't say anything. He just sat opposite the middle-aged man and let the middle-aged man put his gun on his head.

"I'm here to inform you of something. From now on, I will purchase goods from you at the lowest price."

The middle-aged man raised his eyes, I am afraid this Chinese young man is not crazy. What is going on with this guy Mike? Why did he bring such a person to my place?

Luo Yun ignored the middle-aged man's expression. He took out a black pistol from his pocket. The middle-aged man recognized the pistol. It belonged to Mike.

The middle-aged man pushed Ding Luo Yun's head, "What are you going to do? Believe it or not, I will shoot."

Luo Yun's expression did not change at all. He looked at the middle-aged man and suddenly showed a provocative smile.

"Have you ever heard of Russian roulette? I have five bullets here. One shot for me and one shot for you. Do you want to try it?"

With that said, Luo Yun took out the magazine and showed it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man had already decided in his heart that this young man was crazy. This was a Desert Eagle, how to play Russian roulette. He decided that if the young man pointed a gun at him, he would shoot immediately, and the police would have nothing to say.

Unexpectedly, Luo Yun picked up the gun and pointed it at himself.

boom!

when~

Another squashed bullet fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

In front of Luo Yun, the middle-aged man's hand trembled slightly. He gently put down the gun in his hand and raised his hand.

"Brother, what do you want? I'll give it to you."