A Ruthless Man

The "bang bang" sounds outside were extremely intense.

The "click" sounds inside the room were no less intense.

At the same time, Andrew's unrestrained scolding was also accompanied.

"Don't be weak in your legs! Stand firm! Don't act like an 80-year-old with Alzheimer's disease! Don't you have any fucking bones!"

"Butt! Push your butt back! Push your chest forward! Hold your knees with your hands! FXXK! Don't bend your body like a slug!"

"Lie down! Look at the fat on your waist! It's almost enough to squeeze oil for a whole block!"

"Shut up and don't cry! This is not your father's grave!"

"Where's the arrogance just now! Use it! Don't act like a pitiful bitch!"

"Expression! Give me a horrified expression and raise the stick outward! It's like someone is shooting at you!"

"Bang!" Gunshots rang out outside the house at the right time.

Yashaara finally couldn't help screaming! She vented all the grievances in her heart.

"Yes! That's it!" But Andrew filmed her fanatically, and then continued to direct her to film.

Old K, who was standing next to him, looked at Fei Si, who was a great shooter downstairs, and then looked at Andrew, who was more powerful than his gun upstairs, and opened his mouth silently.

There was a gunfight downstairs, man!

Why are you so excited about art?

Have you figured out the situation?

Even if you are not afraid of the gang gunmen downstairs, what if Fei Si, the boss, knows and wants to shoot you? Are

all photographers so scary? Then wouldn't a war photographer have to hold an AK in one hand and shoot at the enemy at the same time?

If there is no battlefield, just make it yourself, right?

Old K, whose ears were filled with all kinds of FXXK and SHXT, felt for the first time that the vocabulary of swearing could be so rich, and he even wanted to learn it.

When the gunfire downstairs gradually subsided, Fei Si took his brothers upstairs and planned to leave with Yashala. Suddenly, he found that his woman was sitting on a chair, with a look of despair on her face, as if she had been played with.

Andrew was looking at his own photos, excited about his creativity.

Only Old K walked to Fei Si and briefly explained the situation.

"Are you really serious?" After hearing this, Fei Si thought that Andrew had a mental problem!

Who would not hide when encountering a gunfight, but would finish shooting with great interest!

And his attitude towards his woman was also unacceptable to Fei Si. He walked quickly to Andrew and was about to reach out and grab his lapel.

But the next second, Andrew handed him the camera.

"What?" Fei Si was confused, looking at Andrew's confident expression, a little confused about the situation.

"Look at the photos."

"..." Fei Si took the camera speechlessly and looked at Yashala's photos with Andrew's help.

However, the more he looked, the hotter he felt. His throat kept swallowing, and his saliva was a little insufficient.

Because in Andrew's photos, Yashala was wearing underwear, exposing a large area of skin, squeezing her chest with her arms, showing temptation under the light.

And she was lying on the ground holding the T-shaped light stick, with a pitiful expression on her face, as if she was a bullied little animal.

Scrolling down, Fei Si saw Yashala's terrified face and tense resistance movements, as if she was fighting against a stranger who broke in. But her body was dripping with sweat, and she looked particularly weak under the light.

Just looking at these photos, Feisi was already immersed in them, as if the person outside the picture was him.

His breathing gradually became heavy, and he looked at Yashala, who was lying weakly on the chair, and swallowed his saliva.

Andrew saw his thoughts, raised a mysterious smile on his face and said: "Feisi, what do you think of these photos?"

"Great, great."

After experiencing a tense gun battle, he just wanted to vent his desire. "Then I'll leave first. I'll let Slo give you the photos after I process them." Andrew took back his camera and walked out of the room under the attention of his younger brothers.

"Okay." Feisi nodded and ignored him.

Lao K didn't expect that Andrew was not beaten. He just teased with other brothers how many punches Feisi was going to give him!

But now Feisi didn't embarrass him at all?

Lao K looked at Feisi and found that he was waving his hand to let others leave the room. Seeing him panting, everyone seemed to know what he wanted to do.

So they retreated downstairs one by one, waiting for the boss to finish and leave at any time.

"Have one."

Andrew stood beside Lao K and asked for a cigarette. After experiencing the threat of the gunfight, he now needed to vent.

Lao K handed the cigarette over obediently. Seeing Andrew lower his head, he picked up the lighter and subconsciously wanted to light it for him, but was rejected by him.

"Use that." Andrew used his eyes to signal Lao K to use the gun on his waist to light the fire, which made Lao K a little confused.

"This?" He raised his eyebrows, as if asking Andrew if he had really made up his mind.

"That's right."

Lao K took out the black pistol from his waist, slowly moved the muzzle of the gun in front of the cigarette while Andrew was waiting, and then pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" A ball of flame immediately ignited from the muzzle of the gun with the sound of a simulated gunshot.

Obviously, this was not a real gun but a lighter.

"How did you know?" Lao K had always used this gun for show, and no one except a few good brothers in the gang knew about it.

But Andrew did not answer, he just pulled the corners of his mouth with a fake smile, then looked up at the passers-by who were fleeing in panic after the gunfight and the bodies on the ground with blood flowing.

His eyes were calm and indifferent, as if the gunfight had nothing to do with him, or he had no sympathy for life at all. Even the battle-hardened Old K felt ashamed of his calm attitude.

Not to mention that he even had the leisure to blow out a few smoke rings, letting them form and dissipate in the air.

Old K swallowed his saliva, and felt a pressure from this cold-blooded guy that enveloped him tightly, making him dare not speak.

Until Andrew put out the cigarette with his fingers and asked him: "Aren't you afraid that the police will come to arrest you?"

"Afraid, but the police will usually arrive in twenty minutes. You know, this is a black neighborhood." Old K answered truthfully, watching the sporadic sparks burst and disappear at Andrew's fingertips, and for some reason he became more nervous. The

last person who put him under such psychological pressure was the boss of the largest gang in the South District. He killed three people at the meeting that day without blinking an eye.

"I see." Andrew nodded, implying that the time for Fez to sprint must be shorter than 20 minutes.

Seeing that this was not the first time they had encountered such a situation, Andrew did not continue to ask. He put away his camera while smoking, waved goodbye to Lao K, and walked out of the gate slowly, stepping over the blood.

Lao K looked at the other gang brothers behind him, and couldn't help but sighed: "What a fucking ruthless person."

But in a place where they couldn't see, Andrew's legs had already weakened and leaned against the wall.

He hid himself in the gap, and occasionally poked his head out to see if anyone was following him.

He was afraid that a gunman would suddenly come and shoot him through the air in the next second. That was not worth it.

"FXXK! Shit! God damn black man!" Andrew cursed in a low voice for a few words before he eliminated the anger in his heart. He decided never to set foot in this dangerous place again. If Raymond and Badman wanted to find him, they had to do it on their own territory!

After waiting for a while, Andrew felt his legs regained consciousness, and quickly stood up again, then walked quickly to his car.

He got in, started the engine, and drove away.

The whole process was done in one go, not even taking half a minute.

Thanks to Baimashanxia and Ye Heji for the reward

(End of this chapter)