Chapter 1348: The person on the roof, please call me Brother Li

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On the street.

Many of the front-line shops in Korea City were smashed and looted one after another.

At the same time, casualties began to occur.

Some unlucky shop owners or clerks who didn't have time to leave the place were dragged out by these perpetrators and beaten to vent their anger.

Not far from the small building, a grocery store owner, a middle-aged Opasan, was dragged out by several black men and beaten up.

Several clerks went to dissuade them, but were also pushed to the ground.

Many people couldn't bear it, but they were helpless as they looked at the more and more thugs.

This kind of bullying continues to happen.

The entire neighborhood began to move towards out of control-

Obviously, their so-called equal rights movement is a fig leaf that is embarrassing and disgusting. The white elites are indifferent to this for votes and positions, and even they are diverting the contradictions.

A branch of the previous case in Korea City suddenly became the best place to gather fire, a target of public criticism that everyone is willing to see. Whites diverted conflicts, blacks vented their anger, and countless people took advantage of the situation to rob.

In the shop, someone drizzled gasoline.

The grand flames instantly swallowed the entire store. The owner cried and begged for mercy, but several Niggers laughed and made insulting actions. Next to them, there was a nigger with a dreadlocked braid holding a DV to insult and have fun.

The innocent shop owner could only watch his property slowly swallowed up by the fire.

The crying is moving.

Some black people following the crowd also showed unbearable emotions. Everything in front of them made them feel out of control.

Even many of the leaders of the demonstration were shocked.

It's not what they want to see—but in the stokes of gangs and some scheming, the situation is moving towards worse and worse situations.

"Fuck, these bastards!" Upstairs, Awen, who looked through the window, spitted in front of him.

This is a carnival of perpetrators.

It is also a revelation of the darkest side of society.

The image of Asians being bullied became the reason for their violence at this time, and South Korea became their place to recruit. On the contrary, in this incident, the Chinese community was far away from here, and it was not affected much.

The row of shops on the outermost side of the street has been lit, and thick smoke blew directly over the entire block.

"Although I met them by chance, I couldn't bear it."

Wu Xiaozu walked to the window with coffee, half-squinted eyes and looked at the Niggers who were rushing to buy frantically. When he saw a black man wearing a tyrannical smile and gestured with a baseball bat, he was about to hit the shop owner who was held by two black men.

When.

He took a deep breath.

I am a capitalist!

I am a rich man!

He is a public figure!

I shouldn't be angry... No, no! Rich people are inhumane, then I'll make a slut with a rich man!

Wu Xiaozu put down his coffee cup, reached out to take the Glock 17 pistol from the bodyguard next to him, turned sideways, aimed—

Bang!!

"ah--"

No more than 20 meters downstairs, a black man standing at the scene of violence watching the fun covered his feet and fell to the ground and howled in pain. Countless people at the scene were running around with their heads in their arms.

Awen turned his head and looked at Wu Xiaozu.

Several bodyguards also looked at the boss.

"...Good shooting skills, Brother Zu is killing the chicken to warn the monkey. It's a hot coffee collapse Nigger! It's no less than a warm wine killing Hua Xiong!"

Awei has been smart since childhood. Before everyone can react, he immediately asked for a replenishment next to him, quickly and professionally.

"Cough~~sloppy."

Wu Xiaozu cursed inwardly, but he also showed that he calmly picked up the coffee cup again.

Hurry!

‘Fortunately, the blind cat fainted and the dead rat really hit someone. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing.’

He also had the habit of playing with guns while in the United States.

But obviously, he estimated his marksmanship, but fortunately his physical fitness was very good and his recoil could stabilize, so he was not too biased.

However, Wu Xiaozu's shot shocked the niggers who were unscrupulously committing violence below. They didn't have time to continue to engage in violence and have fun here, so they left the shop owner, turned around and ran away.

The law of survival on the street tells them that when they encounter this, they must be right to run away as soon as possible - after all, the person who shot secretly had a gun in his hand!

"careful--"

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Wu Xiaozu was thrown to the ground by Awen, and then he heard a dense sound near the windowsill, splashing bricks, and the glass was shattered into pieces.

Downstairs, a Nigger wearing a blue turban rushed out and held the "Chicago typewriter" to shoot at the small building where Wu Xiaozu was. Other niggers around were also clamoring for power.

"grass--"

Qi Tongwei turned over and stood up, picked up a "civilian assault rifle" prepared by his subordinates, and swept directly towards the nigger downstairs.

Dadada-dadada-dada-

Nigger, who had a tattoo of "Uncle Black" shot, Tianwei, was shooting at the sky, and suddenly his eyes glared, and he fell to the ground in a daze, and his forehead began to emerge from his head.

Blood...

Several Niggers around were also shot.

Without waiting for them to react, they saw several muzzles appearing on the rooftop and firing at the same time.

Bang bang bang...bang bang...bang bang bang.

These gang members randomly swung their guns in one hand, then covered their necks and stomachs, and were shot and fell to the ground.

In the shops on the street, many people looked through the glass windows and saw Niggers, who were originally twitching in a pool of blood, clenched their fists tightly, but they didn't dare to stand up at this time.

Law and traditional moral concepts bind them.

The gunshots here also attracted many Niggers driving cars and holding guns, and they rushed towards them one after another.

Dada-dada-dada-dada-dada-dada-

Many of the bodyguards who have already seized the best shooting position have come from the battlefield. They really feel like a unilateral "slaughter" when dealing with the Niggers rushing up in front of them.

This suppression of firepower made many people who took advantage of the situation and flee.

After all, there are thousands of stores in the entire Korean city, so there is no need for them to waste time here.

Riots at various locations in Koreatown are constantly broadcasting on the radio station.

"Don't be afraid."

Wu Xiaozu looked at Li Fuzhen with a nervous face, walked over and hugged her in his arms - rubbed her all kinds of things... comforted her!

"I'm not afraid, thank you for saving that person." Li Fuzhen held Wu Xiaozu, without that kind of Virgin Mary at all, and was very conscious of the general idea. "If it weren't for you, he might have been beaten to death by those people. Thank you for saving my compatriots.

”

The damn sense of security that Wu Xiaozu in front of him made Li Fuzhen's legs tightly close together.

This man is completely different from those guys who are lofty.

This kind of impulse may be difficult for many people in the chaebol, and they actually do not care about the life and death of the lower class people.

Even at this time, I would choose to stand by and watch.

Because it is not in their interest.

But Wu Xiaozu had a "reality" different from those people, and he was flesh and blood...a living man.

"Boss, phone number."

Awen smiled and handed the satellite phone to Wu Xiaozu with a gun, and then continued to go back to defend with great enthusiasm.

This feeling-

It made him so excited about adrenaline.

Unfortunately, these niggers are too careless and have no confrontation at all. They often come to send them one by one... They are extremely poor without makeup!

"Hello?"

Wu Xiaozu took the satellite phone and did not say who was on the phone. Since Awen did not name it, there was obviously his reason.

"Xiao Zu~~"
To be continued...