Chapter 12 A flash of anger
“How do you want me to send you to hell?”
Bulkessor looked at the little man in front of him who didn’t know the heights of the sky. The muscles on his body had already Start to expand.
For him, taking away a human life is a rare experience anytime.
But in his long fighting career, he has experienced the feeling of human life being extinguished in the wave of demons more than once.
In that world, human beings have always stood on the same side, and no human being would ever think of attacking his fellow humans.
Because just dealing with the tide of demons has drained the last strength from their bodies.
Fights between humans have always been rare.
The murderous intention rising in Bulcaisuo's body was not the cold and biting hallucination, but the crisis of death and scorching fire, as if he was in the crater of a volcano that was about to erupt.
"Old sir, please calm down!"
The big man named Luke said to Bulkesso.
"Although I also want to kill this guy, if you do this, it will attract endless revenge from the gang!"
Luke keenly felt the feeling that made him With difficulty breathing and the burning murderous intent, he had no doubt that the strong old man with white hair in front of him could crush that gangster 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 will definitely include investigating everyone who is nearby at this time.
And the way gangs investigate, they eventually turn violent.
Luke is not worried about this, because ordinary attacks are not even itchy to him, but the dad in the barber shop cannot stand this kind of continuous trouble.
“Damn it, why is this troublemaker the cousin of that shit gang boss!”
Luke had already begun to curse fiercely in his heart.
Although this cousin does not have much status, even if Luke breaks his leg, there will be no trouble.
But it was different when he died, especially when he died at the hands of an old man who was obviously an outsider.
For gangs, killing one of their own by an outsider is the most serious provocation, and they will definitely retaliate without mercy.
Especially for these lowest-level gangs, they can only rely on hatred and cruelty to establish their reputation. They never use their brains to solve problems!
“Young man, I will not be persuaded by you!”
Bulkessor strode towards the guy who spoke freely, his work clothes were blown by the wind. Sticking tightly to Bulcasso's body, the strong figure was finally revealed in the eyes of the two of them.
"I don't think he's joking. You'd better run away. I'll break your legs next time we meet."
Luke's forehead was sweating a little, and he felt a kind of power that was impossible to defeat.
"This is Hell's Kitchen! Luke! Luke Cage! Do you want me to escape!"
I have to say that most of the low-level gang members have no brains, even It's so obtuse that it makes you laugh.
Under normal circumstances, Luke would definitely make this matter a joke with those guys at the bar.
But the pressure he felt became more and more overwhelming, and he couldn't even speak at this time. Perhaps at this time, he had begun to regret why he had a keener perception than ordinary people.
Hit's thick hand pinched the top of that bastard's head, and the powerful force coming from his fingertips made him feel the danger.
No matter how dull a gangster is, he will not remain calm when being pointed at a gun. For this guy named Hit, the pressure he feels at this time is even greater than when he saw Jin Bin from a distance. It will be heavier for a moment.
"Tell me, I'll give you a chance to choose how you want to die!"
Bulkessor's huge, unwavering voice resounded through the street, and everyone was I felt the determination in it.
At this time, Luke Cage, who was standing in front of Bulcaisel, felt as if he was being suppressed by the blood of the species.
"If possible, I want to die of old age." The gangster whose head was caught said in the most humble voice in his life.
At this time, he completely lost the arrogance and arrogance he had before. Instead, he was like a cat that was grabbed by the back of the 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 sticking to his scalp staggered out.
"I can feel your anger, and I believe you are not an ordinary person, but those of us who live here are not as careless as you."
The old man spoke There was a trace of prayer in his voice, which made Bulcasso hesitate for a moment.
The old man's face looked a bit like Tyrell, and his actions were considered courageous. Such actions naturally gained some favor from Bulcaisel.
“So, what can I do?”
Bulcasso said in a somewhat funny tone, his beard twitching with his smile.
For Bulkesso, it is not a problem to get rid of all the annoying guys in this place, but he wants to know what choices the people living in this place will make.
There are countless strong people in the world, and they have some God complex in them. They hope that they can save others and stand up in difficult moments.
But Bulcasso is different, he is just a warrior.
He only thinks about how to chop the enemy into pieces, and other than that, he will think about saving things.
save? It's just ancillary gains on the way to fighting for life.
"Old man, you don't have to do anything. You just need to put down that annoying bastard and go home and have a good sleep."
The old man said in a low tone Said.
"If you come here again next time, my barber shop will be free for you. I will also give you a hair style carefully designed by me. Now put that guy down and go home."
The gangster whose head was grabbed by Bulcaisu tried his best to nod, but he obviously did not have that much strength when he was being lifted, so that his neck could drive the head that seemed to be nailed to make movements. .
"Devils? They are just a bunch of trash! Their dining table is only worthy of a puddle of shit, and even that is considered a luxury!"
Bulkessor gradually relaxed his grip, his anger and murderous intent It gradually subsided in the almost pleading voice of an ordinary old man.
Not far from Bulkesso, a mage was sweating coldly on his forehead.
After Master Ancient One sent this powerful barbarian, he emphatically warned the mages stationed in New York to avoid ignorant fools from provoking this powerful man.
Currently in this world, there may be no one who understands the power of Bulkatho better than the Ancient Master.
If Bulcaisel fell into anger, then Ancient One would have to learn from Doctor Strange in the future and have to use the closed loop of time to hold the barbarian until he extinguishes his anger.
The situation is pretty good now, the barbarians are beginning to extinguish their anger, and everything will return to calm.
Perhaps the most it can be turned into a topic of conversation after dinner in Hell’s Kitchen.
For example, there is a story about a burly old man who severely punished Hit. Perhaps there will be exaggerated descriptions such as the old man was one foot tall and his waist was also one foot.
“If I had known, I would not have changed shifts with Sly, otherwise how could I have encountered such a thing.”
The moment Bulcasso was provoked, the mage couldn't wait to catch the gangster and beat him with eighteen sets of military punches.
Bulkessor is undoubtedly a hero, but barbarian heroes are a special group of people who don't care about other people's evaluations.
Even the witch doctors who are tinkering with mysterious voodoo are easier to talk to than the angry barbarians.
Except for death and the barbarian himself, there is no way in this world that can restore them to peace.
Fortunately, what happened today was a false alarm after all.
(End of this chapter)