A magical and interesting scene is unfolding in this unassuming roast goose restaurant in Chinatown.
The five gang members who used to be ferocious and arrogant in Chinatown, making countless Chinese traders scared to death, were all kneeling on the ground at this moment, constantly stuffing yellow-orange and golden bullets into their mouths.
The 9mm pistol bullets were thick and fat, and swallowing them was much more painful than the largest capsules.
Moreover, these people didn’t even have a cup of water to deliver the service, so they could only grit their teeth and swallow it raw into their stomachs.
There was none more miserable than Will Johnson.
Because his sister, is one of the concubines of the boss of the Burning Angels, and he was born with a ruthless bone, and his hands were extremely hard, so he was in the Burning Angels, and also mixed up in the middle management, the boss of the Burning Angels then handed over this area of Chinatown to him to take care of.
If we use the terminology of Hong Kong Island gangs, he is the Chinatown bearer in Burning Angel.
It was just that this bearer, right now, was particularly miserable.
His four juniors, although they were in extreme pain due to swallowing 9mm pistol rounds, it was fortunate that the 9mm pistol rounds had a more rounded shape, so they were able to swallow them with clenched teeth and desperation.
But Will Jackson was miserable.
He was eating Ye Chen’s personally disassembled version, and for each round, Ye Chen personally disassembled it, personally poured the firing charge into his mouth, and then stuffed the disassembled bullet and shell into his mouth to force him to swallow it as soon as possible.
After the shell casings lost their warheads, the seams were so sharp that they would often get stuck on Will Jackson’s tonsils, but Ye Chen didn’t give him the chance to slowly smooth them down, so he could only die and swallow them, and just after swallowing three or five of them, he began to swallow them while spitting out blood, and his throat, mouth, and oesophagus were all scratched by the shell casings.
Looking at his mouth full of blood and still desperately swallowing appearance, the side of the strong boy some can not accept, while trying to control the urge to vomit, while the head twisted to the side.
Seeing this, Ye Chen opened his mouth and asked him, “Keung Chai, this Will Jackson, how many times have you seen him?”
Keung Chai hurriedly replied, “Mr Ye, I 。。。。。。 I’ve probably seen him three or four times 。。。。。。”
Ye Chen nodded and spoke, “Come on, give me a careful disc, what was he doing every time you saw him?”
Keung Chai thought for a moment and said truthfully, “The first time I saw him, he went next door to Auntie Wang’s beef and grocery shop to collect protection money, and because Auntie Wang didn’t speak English and used a broom to drive him away, he had someone break Auntie Wang’s hands and legs 。。。。。。”
Will Johnson hastened to defend himself, “That old woman hit me first, I did it in self-defence 。。。。。。”
Ye Chen grabbed his left wrist, a little force, the whole left hand suddenly broke from the wrist in unison, Will Johnson wowed and screamed in pain, Ye Chen said with a cold face, “You killed the door today, I broke your hand, but also for self-defence.”
Will Johnson almost collapsed, but what made him even more collapsed was that Ye Chen picked up the pistol that unloaded the magazine, grabbed the barrel and used the pistol as a hammer, and violently smashed it against his right ankle, and with a crisp cracking sound, Will Johnson almost fainted from the pain.
But Ye Chen didn’t give him the chance to faint.
He raised his hand and dropped the gun, smashing his left ankle into a bloody mess again.
Immediately, Ye Chen ignored the frantically wailing Will Johnson, and instead asked Keung Chai once again, “You go on.”
Strong Boy said, “The second time I saw him, it was when he came to my shop, he asked me to give him three thousand US dollars, but I couldn’t come up with it, so he brought these guys and beat me up, and said that today was the deadline to give me.”
Ye Chen looked at Johnnie’s black and purple face and nodded slightly, tugging on Will Johnson’s collar, he slapped him left and right on the face four or five times, so much so that the capillaries on his face were oozing droplets of blood, before he threw the dying Will Johnson to the side.
Afterwards, he asked Johnnie, “What about the third time?”