Chapter 12 chapter 2

The two black locomotives calmly followed the Dak gang's BMW, keeping a certain polite distance. The neon lights of Los Angeles are reflected on the polished body of the car, folding out a strip of expensive and charming light. "It is said that the leader of your Shinto, Kibamaru Qianjun, is dead." The man in the car stroked the stubble of his chin. "Senior Qianjun just lost contact temporarily, no one can judge." Haiju. "Except for the murderer, right?" The man smiled maliciously. "..." Haiju was not angry either. The strength of Kibamaru's thousand troops is enough to turn all paradoxes that doubted his defeat and death into ridiculous nonsense.

"Are you afraid of war?" "Not afraid." "You are not afraid, we are afraid." The person in charge of the connection between Shinto and the core figures of American politics is the deputy leader of the Los Angeles branch of the Dark Gang, a black vampire named Black Skull. The black skull is wearing the latest blue leather suit released by Armani last month. The whole person has a greasy head and a pink face. The tattoo of the devil pattern is pierced from the neck where the collar is exposed all the way to the back of the ears, and the teeth and claws extend to the cheeks.

A thick gold chain hangs on the thick neck of the black skull. There are 10 left and right earrings in total. Each finger... no, there is a thick ring on each knuckle, and all the metal accessories on the body are on it. twinkling. The standard nouveau riche's attire makes people look down on him at a glance. But what Hai Ju saw was not just a black vampire dressed in vulgar clothes. ——but a combat madness full of energy. "Do you know how much stocks and futures have killed in the past few days? The drugs on the street are so fucking cheap that they can't even cover their costs. What's so good about fighting a war? Only psychopaths and lunatics want to fight." Black The skeleton cut off the butt of the cigar, picked up the lighter and clicked it on, took a puff, and continued to complain: "The economy was very good at first, but now it's like this, hehehe, even me, an old black who doesn't know numbers, knows it. Live a miserable life."

"The purpose of Shinto's trip is to avoid war." Haiju frowned slightly. "Preferably." Black Skull opened his trousers, took out an exaggerated big silver pistol from his calf, grabbed a handful of bullets from his pocket, and said, "Even I, Old Hei, know that war is not about fighting in the streets." Fighting, thinking that the war can be quelled by meeting the leader of the human race a few times, your Shinto is really naive." "Since you don't want war either, you should speak up for us." "spit." The black skull reloaded the bullets slowly, and rolled down the window.

——What's going on, Haiju thought to herself. I saw the black skull pick up the pistol, and pulled the trigger towards a red sports car that was approaching. bump! The bullet hit the sheet metal of the sports car, and the owner was so scared that he grabbed the steering wheel and flashed towards the inner lane in a panic. "Run away, don't make the game too boring..." Black Skull narrowed his eyes and pulled the trigger again. bump! The bullet missed the head of the owner of the sports car, but shattered the rear view mirror of the sports car, in exchange for a sharp sound of brakes grinding the ground.

A large truck that had no time to change direction hit the red sports car from behind. The huge impact swept the red sports car into a rapidly reversing steel gyro, and the large truck braked suddenly.A container more than ten meters long slid out obliquely, covering half of the highway in an instant. Unsurprisingly, what followed was another chain of bumper car accidents.A catastrophic scene that can only be seen in Hollywood movies.It was simply made by two bullets. "Do you play tricks like this every day?" Haiju looked in the rearview mirror. The heavy locomotives of the two Shinto companions cleverly dodged the earth-shaking road accident and followed with ease.

This nigger is keen on extravagance, Haiju really wants to get to the destination quickly. "Okay! Los Angeles is the base camp of our American blood race. We can do whatever we like, but no matter how crazy we old blacks are, we never thought of arresting humans and raising them in captivity. You little Japanese are so small-minded, so small that they are disabled .” As Black Skull said, he aimed the remaining bullets at the street lamps and withheld them indiscriminately. After more than a dozen shots, only two bullets hit, and the street lamp shattered. "Isn't human beings like this too? Before eating food, they often have to be teased." Black Skull said to himself, blowing on the hot metal barrel.

"I didn't see you go and eat them." "When humans catch fish ashore, they don't necessarily roast it and eat it. Sometimes they just throw it on the wet bed, and they are happy to dry the fish alive." Black Skull didn't care about Hai Ju's sarcastic remarks, and inserted the gun back into his calf belly. "A vampire without national consciousness is just this weak way of living." Hai Ju looked at his watch. "Well said." Black Skull took out a cigar. 〖Home without fixed lock Fate: Emotional Survival: sixty years Signs: You don't like being at home, or even in one place for too long.It is your nature to walk around, and it is even more of your instinct to get on a train that does not know where the destination ends when you are interested, and get off the carriage at random.Hosts have the opportunity to become backpackers, or become professional nomads.

Traits: Wandering is your destiny. Your unfettered personality makes you open to many things, but the journey may not nourish your life. Everything depends on your understanding of travel. Evolution: A needle in the sea is a thousand miles away. 〗