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Chapter 14 What is Wude? Can it be eaten?

Chapter 14 What is Wude? Can it be eaten?
The originally dark alley was illuminated by the headlights of the motorcycle.

[Attacked by strong light: Light resistance +1]

Roy said to Oscar:

"Go, get out of here."

"Boss, I won't leave!"

Oscar turned his head back and forth to look forward and backward, an anxious look on his face.

"I said, go!"

"Boss, it's me!"

Roy opened the door, got out, and stood in the middle of the alley.

"Leave here immediately."

Oscar's brows were furrowed, his nerves were stretched to the limit, he knew the brutality of the motorcycle gang, but he couldn't disobey his boss's words.

He was very anxious.

Roy took a step forward and said to the front:
"If you have any problem, come to me alone and let him go."

"boss!!!"

The motorcycle gang leader Hercule moved the Harley forward a few meters. He stretched out his hand to signal to turn off the high beam, and the motorcycle gang members switched to low beam one after another.

The figure of Red Neck Hercule appeared in Roy's field of vision.

Hercule sneered:
"Let him go? It's not impossible. I have no interest in him being a minion. But... unless you put the gun on the ground and promise not to use it."

After hearing Hercule's words, Oscar turned his head and looked at Roy:

"Boss, no, you can't put down your gun."

Hercule opened his leather jacket, revealing a silver revolver at his waist: "As long as you agree not to use guns, I promise you that we won't use guns either."

Hercule is a cunning man.

This is the urban area.

As soon as gunshots are heard, police patrolling nearby will come immediately.

Now, they have enough manpower, and each person with a stick can beat the arrogant young man in front of them to death, forcing the other party not to use guns, which is definitely the best strategy.

Oscar shook his head vigorously.

Roy smiled.

He opened his shirt, pulled out his Glock, put the pistol on the ground, and kicked it away:

"Can we let him go now?"

“Boss, you!”

"roll!"

Oscar: "..."

Hercule smiled and nodded.

Roy pushed Oscar hard.

Oscar looked back every time he took a step.

When he passed by the motorcyclists who were blocking the road in front of him, the other party did not make things difficult for him.

Hercule smiled and said, "The underworld has its own promises."

After saying that, Hercule got out of the car and pulled out a baseball bat from the back.

The other biker gang members got off the bikes.

Everyone has a cold weapon in his hand.

Iron bars, baseball bats, daggers, machetes, and even hammers.

"My brother's hand is broken, and you are responsible for this."

The tall and strong Hercule's eyes became increasingly cold.

Roy took a quick look around and saw that there were 15 people on the other side.

Seven in front and eight in the back.

Oscar left the scene and quickly ran into a strip club at the end of the alley. He informed the Night Gang boss Rafar about the incident.

Rafar hurriedly walked out of the club and looked to the other side of the alley at the door.

The backs of the bikers came into view.

Rafar frowned slightly.

"Boss, call someone."

"Call someone?" Rafar glanced at Oscar.

"Aren't we going to help Officer Roy?" Oscar asked anxiously.

"Why should we help? That guy has been collecting protection fees from us. Now it's not our Night Gang that's attacking him. If he dies, haha..."

Rafael had a wicked smile on his face.

Oscar: "..."

The other side of the alley.

Hercule sneered:
"Before you die, do you have any last words?"

Roy didn't say anything, but just hooked his finger at Hercule.

"Fuck!! He is still so arrogant before his death!" "Brothers, kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the motorcycle gang members rushed towards Roy with weapons in their hands.

Roy's eyes moved slightly, and he saw a pistol on the ground three meters away from the corner of his eye.

He rushed forward, threw himself forward, rolled his body on the ground, picked up the Glock on the ground, and pulled the slide in an instant.

bang bang bang-

Several gunshots were heard in succession.

The two motorcycle gang members who were running in front fell to the ground.

"Mother Fucker!! You don't keep your word!!"

Curses came from Hercule's mouth.

Talk about your credit.

Roy is not stupid.

He is not a gentleman.

In a matter of life and death, can credit be used to make a living?
Roy turned around suddenly and fired several shots behind him.

Bang bang bang bang bang——

Two more motorcycle gang members who rushed forward fell to the ground.

Hercule pulled out the revolver from his waist and tried to aim at Roy, but the bullet was blocked by his own people.

He rushed forward, cursing, revolver in hand.

[Using a pistol: Pistol proficiency +1]

[Accurate Hit: Accuracy +1]

The drugged motorcycle gang members did not retreat, but rushed forward all at once. Roy dodged the knife and put the muzzle of the gun into one of them's chest and fired three shots.

[Dodge Attack: Agility +1]

Lowering his head again to avoid the headshot from the stick, Roy thrust the muzzle of the gun directly into the man's mouth.

bang bang-

The head exploded and brains splattered everywhere.

bang bang bang-

A few more shots.

click -

Empty gun hanging up.

Roy didn't have time to change bullets.

He repeatedly dodged attacks from bikie gang members.

Hercules measured to the left, but there was no shooting angle. He measured to the right, but there was still no shooting angle.

Roy saw Hercule aiming a pistol at him, and subconsciously swung the Glock in his hand towards Hercule.

"what!"

Hercule's hand was hit hard and the revolver fell to the ground and slid under Roy's SUV. Hercule quickly bent down to get it, but his body was too bloated and he couldn't reach it.

Hercule, in a rage, swore, got up, snatched the machete from his accomplice and rushed towards Roy.

[Throwing Hit: Throwing Proficiency +1]

far away.

Oscar was anxious when he saw Roy fighting with the motorcycle gang members.

He turned to look at Rafar and said:
"Boss, Officer Roy is our protector, we can't just stand by and watch him die. Think about it, if Officer Roy dies, won't there be other policemen to collect protection fees from our Night Gang? Hasn't our Night Gang ever paid protection fees before?"

Hearing Oscar's words, Rafar frowned slightly.

Oscar continued:
"Now, the motorcycle gang has bullied us and attacked Officer Roy on our territory. If we don't take action, will other gangs laugh at our Night Gang if this gets out?"

Rafael: “…”

"Boss, by then, the reputation of the Night Gang will be ruined. If Officer Roy dies here, will the police let us go after investigating the matter?"

Rafael: “…”

"By then, there will be no place for our Night Gang in the whole of New York. Boss, you have to think it through."

Rafar's face gradually turned ugly.

"If we save Officer Roy, that would be such a favor. Roy is an officer who knows right from wrong, Boss!!!"

Oscar was very anxious.

Rafael: “…”

[In melee: Fighting proficiency +1]

[Damage received: Recovery +1]

[Precision Dodge: Dodge +1]

[Strike the opponent hard: Strength +1]