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Chapter 1812 Bad Temper

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    "Wallace, where are we going?" Lin Rui looked at the black man next to him and asked.

    Wallace whispered, "We'd better go to Hollywood and see."

    "Hollywood, are you fucking kidding me?" Crazy Horse frowned.

    "It's not Hollywood in the United States, it's a small northwest town occupied by a group of armed men. Because everything is sold there, and there is a cinema where you can watch movies. That's why it's called Hollywood." Wallace explained.

    "If there's a crappy movie theater, it's called Hollywood? Then if someone organizes a card game, shouldn't it be called Las Vegas?" Crazy Horse said in shock.

    "The names were given by those people themselves. We'd better be careful when we go there, because that's their territory. We're just passers-by. No matter what you see or hear, it's best not to express your opinion. They don't like it.  Outsiders, especially white people,¡± Wallace shook his head.  "It's just a lawless place."

    When Lin Rui and others arrived at that place, it was already night.  The so-called Hollywood is just a bigger town.  Like the rest of the country, nothing out of the ordinary, it looked dirty and grey.

    And just when they wanted to get out of the car, they were stopped by Wallace.  "We can't go in at night. The militants who control this place have set a curfew. Anyone who acts at night will be arrested."

    "Then what should we do?" Lin Rui frowned.

    "I can only stay in the car until dawn. After dawn, I will go find some acquaintances and ask them to help with the connection, because the black market mercenaries do business through them. You'd better come out after I've concluded the negotiation.  Stay out of trouble. And that lady better not come into town. This place is unsafe for white people, let alone white women." Wallace shook his head.

    "Okay, let's talk about it tomorrow." Lin Rui nodded and did as the Romans did. They were here to discuss business, so they didn't want to cause any trouble.

    The next day, they entered the town together and settled at a place arranged by Wallace in the town.  And Wallace set out to discuss business with the agents of the black market mercenaries.

    Lin Rui and others were waiting for news at the tavern in the town.  It is said to be a tavern, but in fact it only sells one kind of wine, which is a low-alcohol wine commonly known as elephant wine.  There are a dozen small tables inside, and the chairs are made of cheap plastic, and most of them are broken.  Lin Rui discovered that those plastic chairs were produced in China.

    Wallace and the local mercenary middleman were talking upstairs, while Lin Rui and others were sitting downstairs, bored.  At this time, a group of black people came in outside. Seeing Lin Rui and others sitting there, they immediately came over and looked at them maliciously.

    Lin Rui had seen big scenes before, so he really didn¡¯t pay much attention to these ten or so black people.  He just looked up at them and then turned his head again.

    "Hey, you! You are a damn Chinese, right?" The black man knocked on the table with a machete in his hand.

    Lin Rui understood his accented English, but ignored him and just sat there motionless.  The big black man clapped the knife in his hand with some disappointment, "I hate the Chinese. You always rob our resources under the guise of aiding us. In my opinion, you are worse than those white people."

    "I have a bad temper. Leave before I get angry." Lin Rui lowered his head and said.  "I'm here to do business, and I don't want to cause trouble, but if you don't know what's going on, don't blame me."

    "Aha, he understands what I say." The black man laughed angrily, "Then why didn't you answer my question just now? Damn Chinaman."

    The black militants beside him also laughed and said, "Let's show him how powerful he is."

    Lin Rui just raised his hand and placed the gun next to him on the table.  The huge and heavy shotgun and the 23mm caliber barrel made these black people unable to laugh.

    ¡°Are you trying to threaten me with this thing?¡± The black man at the head said angrily, feeling very humiliated.

    "Yes." Lin Rui looked at him and said.  "I warned you and now I'm threatening you, so do you still want me to take further action?"

    The black man was silent for a moment, but he felt that there were more than a dozen companions around him, and he did not take Lin Rui's warnings and threats seriously.  Instead, he reached for the shotgun on the table that had "Wendy's Baby" engraved on it.

    Lin Rui reached out and grabbed his wrist, twisted and pulled it, and dislocated his wrist.  A black companion nearby was about to pull out a gun, but Lin Rui picked up the shotgun and swung it.  "Bang!" The barrel of this shotgun was modified from a 23mm-caliber anti-aircraft gun. It was a heavy and solid thick-walled steel pipe, and it broke instantly.That black man's forearm.

    The black man¡¯s hand immediately bent at an incredible angle, making the black militants around him feel numb.  Just as he was about to raise his gun and shoot, the O2 players sitting around him all put their weapons on the table.

    This made the expressions of all the black people change, because they had already seen that these people were definitely not easy to mess with, and this was a gesture.  It means that even if the black people shoot first, these people can shoot all the black people before they are hit.  The expressions of these people did not change, as if they never cared about how these black people would react.

    Just when the black man at the head was about to say harsh words, Lin Rui moved his hand and the thick barrel of the gun was already stuffed into the black man's mouth.

    "I have seven rounds of 23mm special deer bullets in my magazine. As long as I move my fingers, I can blow the entire back of your head into pieces. Turn all your brain tissue into a mural painted on the wall. So starting now,  You'd better listen to me carefully." Lin Rui said coldly.

    The black man¡¯s face became extremely ugly, and the sweat on his face was dripping down.

    "What I want to say is, take your people and get out, and don't provoke me again." Lin Rui said slowly, "Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I can control my temper."

    "Who are you? Do you know whose territory this is?" a black man behind shouted, but he obviously lacked confidence because he had a dagger on his neck.  Crazy Horse stood behind him with his dagger.

    "I don't know whose territory this is, and I don't care about anyone. But what I can tell you is that we have the ability to kill anyone." Lin Rui quickly pulled the shotgun out of his mouth and turned around.  One shot.  The gunfire was deafening, and the high-power ammunition shattered a wall outside the tavern.

    This shot was so shocking that all the black people became honest and gave up resistance one by one.  They found themselves seriously underestimating the Asian and the companions around him.  This guy who looks like an ordinary guy is really a bad-tempered guy.

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