Chapter 1812: Bad temper

"Wallace, where are we going?" Lin Rui said, looking at the black man next to him.
Wallace whispered, "We better go to Hollywood to see."
"Hollywood, are you kidding?" Crazy Horse frowned.
"It's not Hollywood in the United States, but a small town in the northwest occupied by a group of militants. It sells everything there, and there is also a movie theater where you can watch movies. That's why it's called Hollywood." Wallace explained.
"If there is a broken movie theater, it's called Hollywood? Then someone organizes a card game, shouldn't it be called Las Vegas?" Crazy Horse said in amazement.
"The names were taken by those people themselves. We had better be careful after we passed, because there is their territory. We are just passing by. No matter what you see or hear, it is best not to express opinions. They don't like it. Outsiders, especially white people." Wallace shook his head. "There is 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, there is nothing surprising, it looks dirty and gray.
And just when they wanted to get off the car, they were stopped by Wallace. "We can't get in at night. The militants who control here have imposed a curfew. Anyone who acts at night will be arrested."
"Then what shall we do?" Lin Rui frowned.
"I can only stay in the car until dawn. After dawn, I will find some acquaintances and ask them to help with the line, because those black market mercenaries use them to do business. You'd better wait until I have reached a conclusion. Don't get into trouble. Also, the lady had better not go into town. This place is very insecure for white people, let alone white women." Wallace shook his head.
"Alright, then we'll talk about it tomorrow." Lin Rui nodded and did the same. 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 in a place arranged by Wallace in the town. Wallace set off to discuss business with the agents of the black market mercenaries.
Lin Rui and the others waited for news at the tavern in the town. It is said to be a small tavern, but in fact it only sells one kind of wine, which is a low alcohol wine commonly known as elephant wine. There are more than a dozen small tables and chairs are cheap plastic products, most of which are still broken. Lin Ruixian, those plastic chairs are still made in China.
Wallace and the local mercenary middleman were talking upstairs, while Lin Rui and others sat downstairs bored. At this moment, a group of blacks came in outside, and when they saw Lin Rui and others sitting there, they immediately walked over maliciously and looked at them.
Lin Rui had seen a big scene, and he really didn't care much about these ten black people. He just looked up at them, then turned his head again.
"Hey, you! Are you a Chinese, right?" The black man tapped on the table with a machete in his hand.
Lin Rui understood his accented English, but ignored him, just sat motionless. The man clapped the knife in his hand with disappointment, "I hate the Chinese. You always rob us of our resources under the banner of helping us. In my opinion, you are worse than those white people."
"I have a violent temper. Let's leave as soon as I am not angry." Lin Rui lowered his head and said. "I'm here for business and I don't want to make trouble, but if you don't know anything, don't blame me."
"Aha, he understands what I said." The black man smiled angrily. "Then why didn't you answer my question just now? Damn Chinaman."
The black militants around him also laughed and said, "Let's show him something."
Lin Rui just raised his hand and put the gun beside 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 use this thing to threaten me?" The black man for whom he felt very shameless, said angrily.
"Yes." Lin Rui looked at him and said. "I warned you and threatened you now, so do you still want me to take further action?"
The black man was silent for a while, but he felt that there were more than a dozen companions around him, and he did not pay attention to Lin Rui's warnings and threats. Instead, he reached for the shotgun with "Baby Wendy" engraved on the table.
Lin Rui grabbed his wrist as soon as he stretched out his hand, and twisted and pulled his wrist and dislocated. A black companion around him just wanted to take a gun, but Lin Rui used his shotgun and swung it down. "Pop!" The barrel of this shotgun was made from a 23mm caliber anti-aircraft gun. The heavy and solid thick-walled steel pipe instantly broke the black man's forearm.
The black hand immediately bends at an incredible angle, and the black militants around him have a numb scalp. Just about to raise a gun and shoot, the o2 team members sitting around put their weapons on the table.
This made the expressions of all the black figures changed, because they had already seen that these people were definitely not easy to mess with, this was a gesture. It means that even if those black people shoot first, these people can shoot all these black people before they are shot. The faces of these people have not changed a bit, and they seem to have never cared about the reactions of these blacks.
Just as the black man wanted to speak harshly, Lin Rui moved his hand, and the thick barrel of the gun was inserted into the black man's mouth.
"I have seven 23mm special deer bullets in my magazine. As long as I move my fingers, I can smash the back of your head. Turn your brain tissue into a mural painted on the wall. So now, you It's best to listen to me carefully." Lin Rui said coldly.
The black man's face became extremely ugly, and the sweat on his face was dripping a little bit.
"What I want to say is, the one who brought you to off, don't come to provoke me." Lin Rui said slowly, "Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I can control my temper."
"Who are you, do you know whose site this is?" The black man behind shouted sharply, but he was obviously lacking in confidence because he had a dagger on his neck. Crazy Horse stood behind him with a dagger.
"I don't know whose site is here, and I don't care about anyone. But what I can tell you is that we are capable of killing anyone." Lin Rui quickly took the shotgun out of his mouth and turned around. One shot. The gunfire was deafening, and the high-powered ammunition shattered a wall outside the tavern.
The shock of this shot was too great. All the blacks were honest, and one by one gave up resistance. They now seriously underestimate the Asian and the few partners around him. This guy who looks very ordinary is really a violent temper.