America: John Wick 1924

Chapter 9 God is generally like this
All the armed Mexicans were specifically targeted and shot dead by Li Yu, all dying from headshots! Without exception!

Li Yu deliberately left the bald man until last before dealing with him.

When he aimed at the bald man, the latter's pupils contracted, and he reacted quickly, rolling nimbly to the ground.

Unfortunately, he was still a beat too slow.

The bullet did not blast his head, but it hit his right arm.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!"

He let out a shrill scream, and the revolver in his right hand fell to the ground.

Li Yu intended to shoot him in the head, but after cocking the gun, he didn't hear the sound of a bullet entering the chamber.

His lever-action rifle was loaded with exactly six bullets, and after killing all the armed Mexicans, he ran out of bullets.

Suddenly, excited shouts rang out around him:
"He's out of bullets!"

"Quick! Go! Kill him!"

"Go together!"

The remaining Mexicans—three "dagger Mexicans" and three "bat Mexicans"—charged towards Li Yu with shouts.

When Li Yu had a gun, these "close-combat Mexicans" were timid and dared not come forward at all.

Seeing that Li Yu was out of bullets, they immediately transformed into fearless warriors.

Admittedly, Li Yu was out of bullets.

However, the other side had clearly forgotten something very important—Li Yu was still holding a knife in his right hand!
These six "melee Mexicans" formed a circle and attempted to surround and attack Li Yu.

Li Yu's wolf-like gaze swept across the blade, confirming the location of each enemy.

The next moment, astonishing power burst forth from his arms, and the knife moved with his wrist, unleashing a fierce attack!
He first slashed at the "first person" on the right, knocking him to the ground.

Then, using his left foot as a pivot, he spun his body like a top, the hem of his priest's robes dancing in a beautiful fan shape due to the high-speed turn, and with the centrifugal force of the knife in his hand, he killed the "second person".

As the knife was pulled back to his hand, the "third person" fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the "fourth person's" dagger had already struck.

Li Yu nimbly crouched low, effortlessly hiding beneath the "fourth person".

His dodging movements concealed a counterattack—he swiftly adjusted the direction of the knife tip and plunged it into the throat of the "fourth person" from below.

At this moment, the "5th person" and the "6th person" raised their bats and struck Li Yu's head from the left and right.

Their speed is quite fast... but Li Yu's slashing speed is even faster!
In a split second, Vajra, with a whooshing sound, sliced ​​open their bellies before the "5th" and "6th" players could swing their bats.

Thus, accompanied by six sharp blade flashes, the encirclement was immediately broken, and the six "melee Mexicans" fell to the ground one by one, spitting blood, their lives cut short.

As Li Yu pulled the knife back to his side, he searched for the still-surviving bald man, only to find that the man was using his still-intact left hand to pick up a gun.

Rushing over there... that would take too long.

Therefore, Li Yu adopted a more effortless method—he flipped his right wrist, changed his grip to a reverse grip, and threw the Vajra with force, as if it were a javelin.

But then Vajra, leaving a blurry afterimage, struck the bald man's body like a meteor, piercing his left shoulder, with most of the blade protruding from his back.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Compared to before, the bald man's screams were much weaker.

He was shot in the right arm and stabbed in the left shoulder. The intense pain completely robbed him of the strength to resist, leaving him sprawled on the ground like a maggot.

After a while, Li Yu slowly approached him.

He threw away the lever-action rifle that had run out of bullets, picked up a semi-automatic pistol on the ground—a Colt M1911 pistol—and pulled back the slide to check if there were any bullets in the chamber.

The bald man, covered in cold sweat, crawled backward like a magpie, trying to get away from Li Yu.

"Wait, wait a minute! Buddy, buddy, who are you? Have you got the wrong person? I don't remember offending any Qingchong... Ah, no! Chinese!"

He pleaded for mercy very hard, but due to his limited knowledge and his near emotional breakdown, he kept repeating the same few phrases, much like a broken tape recorder.

Li Yu completely ignored his pleas for mercy. After moving closer to him, he slowly raised his M1911 and aimed it at the bald man's head.

"Pull open your collar."

"W-what?"

"Why do you all love asking 'what'? Just do what I tell you to do, and stop talking nonsense. I won't repeat myself a third time—pull down your collar."

"Yes, I understand!"

The bald man shakily pulled open his collar.

Li Yu took a closer look—the bald man did indeed have a tattoo on the right side of his neck, but it wasn't a red skull tattoo; instead, it was a red spider tattoo.

"Sorry, I've got the wrong person."

He said sorry, but his tone was completely devoid of remorse.

He not only failed to offer a sincere apology, but he also did not remove the pistol from his hand.

The dark muzzle of the gun was still pointed at the bald man's head.

After apologizing, Li Yu slightly narrowed his left eye, aligning his right eye with the crosshair, as if making a final aim.

Seeing this, the bald man's face showed an overwhelming level of terror. In a fit of desperation, he frantically issued a warning:
“You, you, you’re being racist! Racism is illegal! Do you see that? I’m Mexican! I’m white! You can’t discriminate against me! Do you see that? My skin is white! You can’t discriminate against me…”

boom!boom!
Before the bald man could finish speaking, Li Yu pulled the trigger without hesitation and fired two shots.

The first shot was to kill him.

The second shot was to ensure he was killed.

After the gunpowder smoke billowed from the muzzle, Li Yu slowly lowered the gun and said calmly, without any expression:

“I never discriminate against people. I eliminate all evildoers equally. May your soul sink into hell, suffer all kinds of torture, and never be forgiven, in the holy name of the Lord, Amen.”

boom!
Li Yu suddenly raised his gun again and fired another shot at the bald man's head.

This shot guarantees his death.

[Ding! Recited the Bible before the battle; wiped out the wicked gang. Successfully played the role of "Holy Knight"]

["Paladin" progress: 1% → 21%]

[Ding! You have rid the people of a scourge and rescued a girl in distress. You have successfully played the role of a "good Samaritan."]

[Progress of "Good Samaritans and Righteous Individuals": 0% → 10%]

……

……

The nun, slumped on the ground, stared blankly at the young priest before her.

He threw away the gun in his hand and pulled the long knife back from the bald man.

At this moment, the thick clouds that had separated heaven and earth since nightfall slowly parted, revealing a clear and bright full moon.

The deep blue moonlight poured down from the sky, illuminating her and the priest.

The pastor slowly turned around and looked at her with a smile.

Good evening, beautiful nun.

He held a long sword, bathed in moonlight.

If there truly is a God in this world, then this must be his image. The nun thought to herself.

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