Dark Savages Come To the United States - Chapter 12 1 Fleeting Fury

"How do you want me to send you to hell?"

Bourkessel looked at the incomprehensible little man in front of him, the muscles on his body had begun to swell.

For him, taking a human life is a rare experience at any time.

But in his long fighting career, he has experienced more than once the taste of human life being extinguished in the wave of demons.

In that world, human beings have always stood on the same position, and no human beings will think about attacking their compatriots.

Because just dealing with those demons coming in like a tide has drained the last strength of their bodies.

Battles between humans have always been rare.

Killing intent rose up in Bulkessel's body, and it didn't bring that kind of icy and biting hallucination, but like being in a volcanic crater about to erupt, a crisis of death and burning.

"Sir, please calm down!"

The big man named Luke spoke to Bourkesso.

"Although I also want to kill this guy, but if you do, it will attract endless revenge from the gang!"

Luke keenly felt the blazing killing intent that made it hard for him to breathe, and he had no doubt that the burly old man with white hair in front of him could crush the **** like an ant.

Even if this happened, he would not be in danger.

But those gang members will definitely try their best to find this old guy, and this method definitely includes the investigation of everyone nearby at this time.

And the way the gangs investigate will eventually turn into violence.

Luke doesn't worry about this, because normal attacks don't even count as itching for him, but the old man in the barber shop can't stand the constant trouble.

"Damn, why is this troublemaker the cousin of that **** gang boss!"

Luke had already begun to curse fiercely in his heart.

Although this cousin doesn't have much status, it wouldn't even be in trouble for Luke to break his leg.

But death is different, especially at the hands of an old man who is obviously an outsider.

For the gang, it is the most serious provocation for outsiders to kill their people, and they will definitely retaliate endlessly.

Especially for these bottom-level gangs, they can only build their reputations through hatred and brutality, and they never use their brains to solve problems!

"Young man, I won't be persuaded by you!"

Bulkesso strode towards the open-mouthed guy, and the tooling on his body was tightly attached to Bourkesso's body under the action of the wind, and the sturdy figure finally showed on the two of them. eyes.

"I don't think he's joking. You'd better run away. I'll break your leg next time we meet."

Luke's forehead was sweating a little, and he felt a power that was impossible to defeat.

"This is Hell's Kitchen! Luke! Luke Cage! Are you telling me to run away!"

I have to say that most of the gang members at the bottom have no brains, and they are even slow to make people laugh.

Normally, Luke would definitely take this as a joke with those guys at the bar.

But the pressure he felt became more and more huge, and at this time he couldn't even speak. Perhaps at this time he has begun to regret why he has a keener perception than ordinary people.

He had been holding the top of that bastard's head with his thick hands, and the powerful force from his fingertips made him feel the danger.

No matter how sluggish a gangster is, he won't be indifferent when he is pointed at by a gun. For this guy named Hitt, the pressure he feels at this time is even heavier than the moment he saw Jin Ning from a distance.

"Tell me, I'll give you a chance to choose, how do you want to die!"

Burkeseau's unwaveringly loud voice resounded through the street, and everyone felt the firmness in it.

At this time, Luke Cage, who was standing in front of Bourkesso, felt a magical feeling like being suppressed by the blood of the species.

"If I can, I want to die of old age."

The gangster who was caught by the skull said in the humblest voice he had ever had in his life.

At this time, he completely lost his previous arrogance and arrogance. Instead, he was like a cat caught by the back of his neck, pitiful and helpless.

"Old man, let him go."

The door of the originally closed barber shop suddenly opened, and a black man with white hair clinging to his scalp staggered out.

"I can feel your anger, and I believe that you are not an ordinary person, but those of us who live here are not like you and have no scruples."

The old man's voice was filled with a hint of pleading, causing Bourkesso to hesitate for a moment.

The old man's face looked a bit like Tyrael, and what he did was also called courage. This kind of action naturally got a little favor from Bulkesso.

"So, what can I do?"

Burkeseau said in a somewhat amusing tone, his beard twitched with the smile.

It's not a problem for Bourkesso to get rid of the nasty guys in this place, but he wants to know what choices will be made by the people who live in this place.

In the world, there are countless strong people, and they have some God complex in them. They hope that they can save others and stand up in difficult times.

But Bourkesso is different, he is just a warrior.

He only thinks about how to cut the enemy into pieces, and he will think about saving things other than that.

rescue? It's just a side gain on the way of fighting for life.

"Old man, you don't have to do anything, just put down that nasty **** and go home and have a good sleep."

The old man said in a low tone.

"If you come here next time, my barber shop is free for you. I will also give you a hairstyle that I carefully designed. Now put that guy down and go home."

The gangster who was grabbed by Bourkesso's head tried his best to nod, but he obviously didn't have that strong strength, so his neck could drive the nailed head to move.

"Devil? It's just a bunch of garbage! Their table deserves only a puddle of shit, and even that is a luxury!"

Burkesso gradually relaxed his palms, and his anger and killing intent gradually subsided in the sound of an ordinary old man's almost pleading voice.

Not far from Burkesso, a mage was sweating coldly on his forehead.

After Master Gu Yi sent this powerful barbarian, he emphatically told these mages who are resident in New York to avoid those ignorant fools from provoking this strong man.

At present, in this world, there may be no one who understands the power of Bulkeshor better than the ancient one.

If Bulkessel was caught in anger, then Gu Yi, like the future Doctor Strange, had to use the closed loop of time to hold the barbarian until he extinguished his anger.

The situation is good now, the barbarians are starting to quench their anger, and it will all return to calm.

Perhaps at most, it was turned into a chatter after dinner in Hell's Kitchen.

For example, the story of a burly old man who ruthlessly cleaned up Hitt, perhaps an exaggerated description such as the old man's height and waist circumference is also 10 feet.

"If I had known, I would not have changed classes with Sly. Otherwise, how would I have encountered such a thing."

At the moment when Bourkesso was provoked, the mage couldn't wait to catch the gangster and punch him with 18 sets of military punches.

Burkessel is undoubtedly a hero, but barbarian heroes are a special group who don't care what others say.

Even the witch doctors who are playing with mysterious voodoo are better at talking than the barbarians who are in anger.

In this world, apart from death and the savages himself, there is no way to restore peace to them.

Fortunately, what happened today was a false alarm after all.