Chapter 2895 Can God bless you?
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Ye Chen
"damn it!"
Seeing that Ye Chen was not only not afraid, but also uttered arrogant words, the black man suddenly became furious!
He used the bottom of the pistol to push all the bottles and cans on the table to the ground, then stood up, pressed the muzzle of the gun against Ye Chen's head from above, and cursed with a sinister expression, "Huaxia Dude, this is the United States, the United States of America! If you cause trouble here, no one will tell you to go back to China, but they will smash your head with a gun!"
Ye Chen smiled and said, "You are so arrogant."
After saying that, Ye Chen put away his smile and said contemptuously, "But I'm not afraid!"
The man gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, are you really tired of living?"
Ye Chen spread his hands and said calmly, "I am sitting here today. No matter what kind of angel is burning or a wild dog in the crematorium, as long as you dare to come, you must kneel down and sing "Conquer" for me! Good singing , spare his life; if he doesn’t sing well, I will twist off his head and kick him from the east end of Chinatown all the way to the west end of Chinatown.”
As he said that, Ye Chen looked at his face and frowned: "Your head is not very good, too long and too pointed, more like a football. With a head like yours, you can't dribble like a football, you can only dribble like a football." Rugby is like a big kick, so I take back what I just said and say it again. If you don't sing well in a while, I will twist off your dog's head and drive from the east end of Chinatown to the west end of Chinatown!"
"Holy shit!" The man went berserk in an instant. His finger kept rubbing on the trigger. He jumped back and forth in a space of three meters to the left and right as if he was going berserk. He muttered the words "I'm going to kill this bastard! Immediately! Immediately!" "
After that, he winked at the few followers around him, who immediately understood what he was doing, turned around quickly, and closed the door of the roast goose shop tightly from the inside.
As soon as the door was closed, the man pointed the muzzle of his gun at Ye Chen's eyebrows again and said coldly, "You Chinese people just like to hit the muzzle of the gun. Anyway, I have killed more than one person like you. I won't be able to get one more." It doesn’t matter, I don’t take a clown like you seriously at all! If you have any last words, just say them and I’ll send you on your way!”
"Last words?" Ye Chen laughed mockingly and said disdainfully, "Trash like you can't kill me at all."
After saying that, he knocked on the table with a smile and said, "Qiangzai, where's my food?"
Qiang Zai ran out of the kitchen in a panic, holding a bowl of roast goose rice in his hand and mumbling, "Mr. Ye... your rice is here..."
With that said, he hurriedly placed the roast goose rice in front of Ye Chen.
At this time, the black man knocked the entire meal to the ground with his hand and said sternly, "Damn, you still want to eat when you are about to die?!"
After that, he turned the muzzle of the gun, pointed it at the rice bowl on the ground, and instantly pulled the trigger.
With a bang, the bullet penetrated the rice bowl, breaking the plastic rice bowl into pieces and making Qiang Zai tremble with fear!
Chen Zhaozhong on the side was not scared at all. He knew very well that these people were just a group of ants in front of Ye Chen. Even the entire Burning Angel was just a clown in front of Ye Chen.
The Fei family is almost like a local emperor in New York, but when Ye Chen shot Fei Haoyang with his own hands in front of everyone in the Fei family, who in the Fei family would dare to stop him?
When Ye Chen asked Fei Haoyang's father, grandfather, and grandpa Zeng whether they were convinced that he killed Fei Haoyang, who would dare to say no?
Now, a few gang members who knew nothing about the world dared to jump in front of Ye Chen with guns, and Ye Chen would never let them have an easy time.
At this time, the leader was staring at Ye Chen, and Ye Chen was not afraid at all. Instead, he looked at Qiang Zai and said, "Give me another bowl. This garbage is a waste of food. I will make him kneel down later." On the ground, like a dog, licking all the rice grains on the ground clean one by one."
The man's heart almost collapsed. He had already fired, but Ye Chen was still not afraid at all. This made him feel a little frightened, and he also felt murderous.
He opened his mouth to an exaggerated size and flapped his two plump lips. He gritted his teeth angrily and said, "Chinese man! Since you are looking for death, then I will send you to see God!"
After that, he pulled the trigger hard!
Qiangzi closed his eyes in fear, and the black man's four companions also took a few steps back. They saw that their boss had murderous intentions. At this time, several people looked disgusted, fearing that they would be splashed out later. Blood stained.
Just when they thought Ye Chen was about to be shot in the head, the black man's eyes widened and he tried his best to pull the trigger while muttering, "What's going on... Why can't my hand pull the trigger?" …”
Ye Chen smiled slightly. He only used a tiny amount of spiritual energy, which was enough to render the opponent completely helpless. At this time, the black man's hand could no longer use even half of his strength. Let alone pull the trigger, even a grain of rice could be used. It's impossible to hold it.
The black man didn't know what was going on. He still had strength in his arm, but his five fingers were completely out of control. Just when he was panicking, Ye Chen had already reached out and pulled the gun out of his hand. He glanced at the Italian-made 9mm pistol and said calmly, "If God really wants to see me, he has to come to me, not me to him."
"shit!"
The four black men behind him saw that Ye Chen had already held the man's gun in his hand. They immediately shouted and took out their pistols from their waists in a panic and prepared to shoot at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen sneered, suddenly grabbed the black man's wrist, and then swung him hard like a baseball bat!
Before the four of them took out their guns, they felt a large black stick weighing more than 100 kilograms hit them sideways. Before they could react, they were instantly swept to the ground.
For a moment, five people were lying in the corner wailing.
The person who was thrown out suffered the worst. His entire right arm was only connected to the body by tendons. In the subsequent impact, his cheekbones, ribs, and leg bones were damaged. , all had serious fractures, and countless bones were broken all over the body.
Although the injuries suffered by the four people were not that serious, the sudden and powerful impact was like being hit by a high-speed car. Each of them was covered with injuries and pain and lay on the ground. The living ghosts cry and wolves howl.
They never imagined that an ordinary person could have such powerful power, and they knew in their hearts that this time they met a master, maybe this was the legendary Kung Fu.
At this time, Ye Chen walked up to the five people expressionlessly, looked at the five people's frightened looks, and slowly squatted down.
The five people were so frightened that they subconsciously wanted to hide, but at this time they were already huddled in the corner and had nowhere to hide.
The leading man had already lost half his life, and now he had lost all his previous ferocity, and his whole face was filled with fear and uneasiness.
Ye Chen looked at him and slapped him hard on the face!
The snap echoed throughout the roast goose shop.
Seeing that the man's cheeks were swelling rapidly, Ye Chen smiled and said, "What the fuck is it about the underworld? And the Burning Angel...who gave you this fucking name? Look at that old donkey face of yours, it looks a little bit like an angel." Is it related to your son?"
The man's cheek was in pain as if it was exploding, but at this moment he could only cry and say to Ye Chen, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't know you knew how to kung fu, please let us go, we will never see you again." Here it comes!”
Ye Chen frowned and slapped him hard again.
This crisp sound made the eardrums of the four people next to him hurt.
After Ye Chen slapped him for the second time, he smiled and asked him, "Wasn't it very cruel just now? The posture you held the gun in was so cool. I think you wanted to jump up and shoot. Why did you soften so quickly?"
At this time, the man was beaten so hard that he almost fainted, but the severe pain on his face made his brain extremely clear.
He knew that he had encountered a tough opponent today and that he had no one to help him, so he could only ask for a way out in a low voice.
Thinking of this, he cried and said, "Sir, I was really wrong... I grew up in a poor family. My father made my mother pregnant and ran away. My mother worked three jobs to raise me. Da, I didn’t have any education. I have been working with gangs since I was a child. I beg you, for the sake of my mother, spare my life..."
Ye Chen asked with a smile, "Your current routine is to show weakness and beg for mercy first, and then find more people to help after you get out, right?"
The man quickly said, "No, no! Absolutely not! I swear to God!"
Ye Chen slapped him in the face and asked in a cold voice, "Why do you never say anything about God, but you still hold a gun to collect protection money? With a gun, you are a burning angel, without a gun, you are God's Lamb, do you believe in God or guns?”
"I...I..." The man was questioned by Ye Chen and didn't know how to answer. He could only bite the bullet and said, "I...I believe in God..."
Ye Chen asked back, "Then do you think God can bless you today?"
"I..." The man was even more frightened for a moment. He was afraid that he could not pass Ye Chen's test no matter what he said. If he said he could, maybe Ye Chen would have to say he couldn't and then shoot himself in the head; if He said he couldn't, but if Marven said, "You're right," and then shot himself in the head, wouldn't he be dead anyway?
At this moment, he was almost desperate and could only plead with Ye Chen, "Brother, please spare my life, I... I don't want to die... I will never join a gang again, I swear!"
Seeing his extremely frightened look, Ye Chen smiled slightly and said, "There is still a chance to survive. It depends on whether you can grasp it."
When the man heard this, he cried and said, "I am willing to grasp it, I will definitely grasp it!"
Ye Chen nodded, took out the magazine from the pistol, then handed the magazine to him and said, "Don't you like people to taste the bullets? Come on, give me all the bullets in this Eat it! I’m warning you, eat them all and don’t leave any! No matter how many you have left, I will shoot them in for you with a gun!”
Seeing that Ye Chen was not only not afraid, but also uttered arrogant words, the black man suddenly became furious!
He used the bottom of the pistol to push all the bottles and cans on the table to the ground, then stood up, pressed the muzzle of the gun against Ye Chen's head from above, and cursed with a sinister expression, "Huaxia Dude, this is the United States, the United States of America! If you cause trouble here, no one will tell you to go back to China, but they will smash your head with a gun!"
Ye Chen smiled and said, "You are so arrogant."
After saying that, Ye Chen put away his smile and said contemptuously, "But I'm not afraid!"
The man gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, are you really tired of living?"
Ye Chen spread his hands and said calmly, "I am sitting here today. No matter what kind of angel is burning or a wild dog in the crematorium, as long as you dare to come, you must kneel down and sing "Conquer" for me! Good singing , spare his life; if he doesn’t sing well, I will twist off his head and kick him from the east end of Chinatown all the way to the west end of Chinatown.”
As he said that, Ye Chen looked at his face and frowned: "Your head is not very good, too long and too pointed, more like a football. With a head like yours, you can't dribble like a football, you can only dribble like a football." Rugby is like a big kick, so I take back what I just said and say it again. If you don't sing well in a while, I will twist off your dog's head and drive from the east end of Chinatown to the west end of Chinatown!"
"Holy shit!" The man went berserk in an instant. His finger kept rubbing on the trigger. He jumped back and forth in a space of three meters to the left and right as if he was going berserk. He muttered the words "I'm going to kill this bastard! Immediately! Immediately!" "
After that, he winked at the few followers around him, who immediately understood what he was doing, turned around quickly, and closed the door of the roast goose shop tightly from the inside.
As soon as the door was closed, the man pointed the muzzle of his gun at Ye Chen's eyebrows again and said coldly, "You Chinese people just like to hit the muzzle of the gun. Anyway, I have killed more than one person like you. I won't be able to get one more." It doesn’t matter, I don’t take a clown like you seriously at all! If you have any last words, just say them and I’ll send you on your way!”
"Last words?" Ye Chen laughed mockingly and said disdainfully, "Trash like you can't kill me at all."
After saying that, he knocked on the table with a smile and said, "Qiangzai, where's my food?"
Qiang Zai ran out of the kitchen in a panic, holding a bowl of roast goose rice in his hand and mumbling, "Mr. Ye... your rice is here..."
With that said, he hurriedly placed the roast goose rice in front of Ye Chen.
At this time, the black man knocked the entire meal to the ground with his hand and said sternly, "Damn, you still want to eat when you are about to die?!"
After that, he turned the muzzle of the gun, pointed it at the rice bowl on the ground, and instantly pulled the trigger.
With a bang, the bullet penetrated the rice bowl, breaking the plastic rice bowl into pieces and making Qiang Zai tremble with fear!
Chen Zhaozhong on the side was not scared at all. He knew very well that these people were just a group of ants in front of Ye Chen. Even the entire Burning Angel was just a clown in front of Ye Chen.
The Fei family is almost like a local emperor in New York, but when Ye Chen shot Fei Haoyang with his own hands in front of everyone in the Fei family, who in the Fei family would dare to stop him?
When Ye Chen asked Fei Haoyang's father, grandfather, and grandpa Zeng whether they were convinced that he killed Fei Haoyang, who would dare to say no?
Now, a few gang members who knew nothing about the world dared to jump in front of Ye Chen with guns, and Ye Chen would never let them have an easy time.
At this time, the leader was staring at Ye Chen, and Ye Chen was not afraid at all. Instead, he looked at Qiang Zai and said, "Give me another bowl. This garbage is a waste of food. I will make him kneel down later." On the ground, like a dog, licking all the rice grains on the ground clean one by one."
The man's heart almost collapsed. He had already fired, but Ye Chen was still not afraid at all. This made him feel a little frightened, and he also felt murderous.
He opened his mouth to an exaggerated size and flapped his two plump lips. He gritted his teeth angrily and said, "Chinese man! Since you are looking for death, then I will send you to see God!"
After that, he pulled the trigger hard!
Qiangzi closed his eyes in fear, and the black man's four companions also took a few steps back. They saw that their boss had murderous intentions. At this time, several people looked disgusted, fearing that they would be splashed out later. Blood stained.
Just when they thought Ye Chen was about to be shot in the head, the black man's eyes widened and he tried his best to pull the trigger while muttering, "What's going on... Why can't my hand pull the trigger?" …”
Ye Chen smiled slightly. He only used a tiny amount of spiritual energy, which was enough to render the opponent completely helpless. At this time, the black man's hand could no longer use even half of his strength. Let alone pull the trigger, even a grain of rice could be used. It's impossible to hold it.
The black man didn't know what was going on. He still had strength in his arm, but his five fingers were completely out of control. Just when he was panicking, Ye Chen had already reached out and pulled the gun out of his hand. He glanced at the Italian-made 9mm pistol and said calmly, "If God really wants to see me, he has to come to me, not me to him."
"shit!"
The four black men behind him saw that Ye Chen had already held the man's gun in his hand. They immediately shouted and took out their pistols from their waists in a panic and prepared to shoot at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen sneered, suddenly grabbed the black man's wrist, and then swung him hard like a baseball bat!
Before the four of them took out their guns, they felt a large black stick weighing more than 100 kilograms hit them sideways. Before they could react, they were instantly swept to the ground.
For a moment, five people were lying in the corner wailing.
The person who was thrown out suffered the worst. His entire right arm was only connected to the body by tendons. In the subsequent impact, his cheekbones, ribs, and leg bones were damaged. , all had serious fractures, and countless bones were broken all over the body.
Although the injuries suffered by the four people were not that serious, the sudden and powerful impact was like being hit by a high-speed car. Each of them was covered with injuries and pain and lay on the ground. The living ghosts cry and wolves howl.
They never imagined that an ordinary person could have such powerful power, and they knew in their hearts that this time they met a master, maybe this was the legendary Kung Fu.
At this time, Ye Chen walked up to the five people expressionlessly, looked at the five people's frightened looks, and slowly squatted down.
The five people were so frightened that they subconsciously wanted to hide, but at this time they were already huddled in the corner and had nowhere to hide.
The leading man had already lost half his life, and now he had lost all his previous ferocity, and his whole face was filled with fear and uneasiness.
Ye Chen looked at him and slapped him hard on the face!
The snap echoed throughout the roast goose shop.
Seeing that the man's cheeks were swelling rapidly, Ye Chen smiled and said, "What the fuck is it about the underworld? And the Burning Angel...who gave you this fucking name? Look at that old donkey face of yours, it looks a little bit like an angel." Is it related to your son?"
The man's cheek was in pain as if it was exploding, but at this moment he could only cry and say to Ye Chen, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't know you knew how to kung fu, please let us go, we will never see you again." Here it comes!”
Ye Chen frowned and slapped him hard again.
This crisp sound made the eardrums of the four people next to him hurt.
After Ye Chen slapped him for the second time, he smiled and asked him, "Wasn't it very cruel just now? The posture you held the gun in was so cool. I think you wanted to jump up and shoot. Why did you soften so quickly?"
At this time, the man was beaten so hard that he almost fainted, but the severe pain on his face made his brain extremely clear.
He knew that he had encountered a tough opponent today and that he had no one to help him, so he could only ask for a way out in a low voice.
Thinking of this, he cried and said, "Sir, I was really wrong... I grew up in a poor family. My father made my mother pregnant and ran away. My mother worked three jobs to raise me. Da, I didn’t have any education. I have been working with gangs since I was a child. I beg you, for the sake of my mother, spare my life..."
Ye Chen asked with a smile, "Your current routine is to show weakness and beg for mercy first, and then find more people to help after you get out, right?"
The man quickly said, "No, no! Absolutely not! I swear to God!"
Ye Chen slapped him in the face and asked in a cold voice, "Why do you never say anything about God, but you still hold a gun to collect protection money? With a gun, you are a burning angel, without a gun, you are God's Lamb, do you believe in God or guns?”
"I...I..." The man was questioned by Ye Chen and didn't know how to answer. He could only bite the bullet and said, "I...I believe in God..."
Ye Chen asked back, "Then do you think God can bless you today?"
"I..." The man was even more frightened for a moment. He was afraid that he could not pass Ye Chen's test no matter what he said. If he said he could, maybe Ye Chen would have to say he couldn't and then shoot himself in the head; if He said he couldn't, but if Marven said, "You're right," and then shot himself in the head, wouldn't he be dead anyway?
At this moment, he was almost desperate and could only plead with Ye Chen, "Brother, please spare my life, I... I don't want to die... I will never join a gang again, I swear!"
Seeing his extremely frightened look, Ye Chen smiled slightly and said, "There is still a chance to survive. It depends on whether you can grasp it."
When the man heard this, he cried and said, "I am willing to grasp it, I will definitely grasp it!"
Ye Chen nodded, took out the magazine from the pistol, then handed the magazine to him and said, "Don't you like people to taste the bullets? Come on, give me all the bullets in this Eat it! I’m warning you, eat them all and don’t leave any! No matter how many you have left, I will shoot them in for you with a gun!”
