After being out for so long, Selyol knew what was happening now. Don't forget that he is a native of New York, and this land was the first place where superheroes appeared and the first place to cause disaster. If he still couldn't figure out what was happening in front of him, then he could only say that his head would probably be broken when it was punched a hole.

His brain is not broken yet, so he knows very well what he should do now? Shake the tail and beg for mercy. If it works, he really doesn't mind trying that. But he knows very well that even if a person like him shakes his tail and begs for mercy, he will never get a good end.

Street heroes who used to be in chaos like Hell's Kitchen would do this habitually. Either give you a pleasure, like a punishment, sweep you to hell. Or break your bones all over your body, and then throw you to the police door while criticizing your crimes. Just like Daredevil.

Although with the fall of New York, these street heroes have left here with the people. But it has to be admitted that their existence has indeed left a very deep impression on the gangsters in New York.

This impression makes all gangster bosses react quite uniformly when they realize this situation, that is, to shoot.

This is a normal phenomenon. After all, even mutants who are born in large numbers do not have the ability to catch bullets. Superheroes are also human beings. Apart from those characters located at the upper level of the superhero pyramid, few superheroes can withstand the strafing of bullets. Therefore, as long as these gangs have strong firepower and strong suppression, even if the guy in front of him is a superhero, he may not be able to do anything to his group of people.

By the way, there are superheroes who were beaten like dead dogs by gangsters. For example, the Punisher has a black history of being taken down by gangsters?

This is a temptation and a warning. If the superhero who was in trouble is killed, Seleur would never be polite. If it doesn't work, then treat this as a stern warning, warning him not to interfere in things that he shouldn't interfere.

He hoped that the situation was the first, but he also understood that the second situation was not impossible. People who dared to disturb such things were more or less capable. If they were beaten to death like this, let alone this disturber, he might even feel unexpected.

He had already made enough psychological preparations for the second situation, but he absolutely did not expect that the development of things would go in the third direction.

Although his maids took out the gun and pulled the trigger very obediently. Some people even took out a foldable submachine gun from the big windbreaker. However, such a bullet rain did not cause any trouble to their target. They could only watch a blurred figure that could not be seen clearly in the narrow space, and carried out some unknown action at a speed faster than the bullet.

This feeling is like encountering some special supernatural event. Although their fingers are still pulling the trigger, in their hearts, they are gradually losing the desire to continue attacking.

This made the gunshots diffuse. When the murderers holding submachine guns completely emptied the bullets in their magazines, the situation of bombing finally stopped temporarily.

Everyone present was very curious about the results. Not only the Skeleton Gang members were eager to see their results, but even Mourinho and his family wanted to know the final answer.

For their family, this is a major event that concerns their life and death, and of course they will attach great importance to it. What surprised them was that the worst situation in their minds did not appear in front of them. The Asian mixed-race customer was still standing there straight, even saying that was full of ridicule.

He held a piece of fried beef that had not been finished in his mouth, and dragged a plate in his hand. From Mourinho's perspective, he could only see the bottom of the plate. However, from the perspective of others, he could clearly see the bullet that was almost filled with a plate.

Each of the shriveled bullets seemed to have been pinched with large steel tongs, placed on a oil-dripping plate, mixed with brown and black meat sauce on it. At first glance, it looked like some kind of food like fried insects and pupae. Those who liked it might drool, and those who were afraid would probably even start to get numb in their scalp.

Of course, the women of the Munino family would not like that kind of terrible food, but at this time, they would not feel any numbness, because this was their last hope. On the contrary, the gangsters at this time inevitably felt numb. Because until this time they finally realized the seriousness of the problem, a guy who could play with bullets like peanuts was not a character they could deal with.

No one knew why he provoked such a terrible guy. Some timid guys had even begun to retreat in their hearts. It can be said that if it weren't for their boss, Selyol was still staring at the guy in front of him like an angry bulldog, then someone might have started turning around and running away at this time.

They are gangs, not military forces. No one can expect them to maintain much discipline and strictness in this situation, especially when they are still a group of scattered black people.

Selyol knew this very well, so he was already full of fear, but on the surface, he still maintained his tough attitude.

"Who are you? What exactly do you want to do!"

Although his attitude is very tough, at this time, he will not be able to fight like he did before.

That was causing trouble for himself and pushing them all to the cliff. No matter how arrogant or crazy he was, he would not do such stupid things that only fools would do. So he restrained himself and began to plan to solve the problem in front of him through verbal communication.

There is not much hope. Because many people understand one thing, that is, most people who are willing to be superheroes are not so easy to convince. A person who can bow for the sake of profit will not choose to do such things, because if they have this ability, robbing the bank is their best choice.

No one pays them a salary for superheroes, and there is no dime. If there is still someone who is interested in such a volunteer, then it can only be said that they really love the job. If they love it, then who can give up their obligations because of a little bit of profit?

Selyol understood this truth, but he still wanted to try it out. Because he could see the tenderness of this Asian mixed-race man's face. It would be easier for a young man who looks young to convince him than to convince those experienced middle-aged people. As long as there is a slight possibility, he would not mind making some unplanned concessions.

Yes, give in. Although Mourinho is very important to him, he is not completely indispensable. Compared with his own safety and the interests of the entire gang, Mourinho represented by him is completely abandoned. As long as the other party expresses some of his wishes in this regard, he really doesn't mind everyone shaking hands and making peace. But the question is, is the other party's purpose really like this?

Xiao Shane, who played a diner from beginning to end, gave an answer that he could not accept. At this time, Xiao Shane first swallowed the beef still in his mouth in big mouth, then wiped his oily mouth with the back of his hand and said this to Selyol.

"Who am I? So far, my identity should still be a disgusting diner. And if you ask me what I want to do, then I want to ask, what would you plan to do when a fly is flying in front of you while you are eating, even constantly provoking you? Should you pull out the chair and invite him to have a meal together, or find a fly swatter and slap it into a QR code?"

Although there was no direct answer to Selyol's question, such rhetoric already undoubtedly showed Xiao Shane's attitude. He obviously did not intend to end the dispute in the restaurant in the most peaceful way. In response, the string in Selyol's heart naturally became more and more tense.

He had already realized the other party's intention, but until this time, he was still unwilling to completely tear the face between the two people. Since the other party was unwilling to propose conditions that could be negotiated, he would do it himself. This was also the last bottom line he drew for himself.

"Listen, man. I know you have any objections to us, but you have to be clear that this is our gangster's business. You are an outsider and have no qualifications to intervene. Even out of the so-called sense of justice, you have no reason to do this."

"Don't think this family is a good person. This guy named Mourinho is the leader of another gangster we just destroyed. Do you know what he does? He is a key person who transported laundry detergent from Mexico to New York. In this city, there are not a thousand people who suck the laundry detergent he brought, and how deadly that high-quality laundry detergent will be? I don't think you can guess a rough idea without me saying."

"I have nothing to say about you going against us for an innocent person. But for such a guy, you stand on the opposite side of us, is it really worth it?"

This is a very realistic question. Even Mourinho himself dared not say loudly that it is worth it. He is very clear about his positioning and will definitely go to hell after he dies. However, his family will not.

He was very sure that his family was innocent. Because even if something dark was found in them, he would pull them out of the dirty things at the first time. They were pure enough to be redeemed in such a situation, rather than sinking into hell with him. He was very sure of this, and it was precisely because of this confidence that he immediately shouted out at this time.

"Sir, I admit that I am guilty, I deserve to die, and I am willing to die. But my mother is innocent, and my wife and sister are innocent. Please save them. As long as you can save them, it will be fine if you let me die!"

"Shut up, you don't have the right to speak here!"

Selyol's order asked his subordinates to hold out all the words of Mourinho in a painful hum. But when he faced Shane again, he changed his previous tone.

"Of course, sir. If you insist on doing this, then I have nothing to say. I am a reasonable person and I cannot force others to accept my ideas. Similarly, I will not deliberately make things difficult for others on certain things. If you must take them away, please. Whether it is these women or this little Mr. Mourinho, you can take them away. But there is only one, sir. Only one."

"That's what I hope our relationship will end here. This is a sin city, and people like you are not welcome here. And this is especially true here. This time, for your sake, I can let them go. But I also hope you know the principle of reciprocity. I have given you such a great face, so do you also want to give us some face?"

Although Selyol is a mad dog, you cannot deny the wisdom he has. It is impossible for him to bring a gangster to this point without a smart person, and at the same time make his colleagues in the whole city extremely afraid of him. Perhaps at the beginning, he relied on barbarity and madness. But at this point, he relied on his brain more.

He can be said to be able to some extent that he has grasped this measure well. He is not too flattering, nor does he seem too tough. His attitude of suppressing first and then rising makes him not lose too much weight to Xiao Shane or his younger brothers. There are steps in front of everyone, and this is the real thing that everyone is happy.

He thought so, and Mourinho's family was also surprised to think so. Only Xiao Shane, he didn't plan to think so.

So, under the premise that everyone can accept it, he grinned and asked Selyol in this way.
Chapter completed!