Second Brother's reaction was really quick. He suddenly pulled out the pistol that had been tucked behind his back!
Other than the knockoff Pacquiao, the others would never believe that Second Brother would betray them even if they saw him pull out a gun. No one would have thought that Second Brother's target was actually their big brother!
In the blink of an eye, Second Brother had already strangled the knockoff Pacquiao in his hand. The pistol in his hand was directly pressed against the knockoff Pacquiao's cheek.
"All of you, throw away your guns! Everyone! "Second Brother's roar stupefied everyone.
The knockoff Pacquiao was being controlled by the Second Brother that he had personally promoted. At that moment, his heart was not as simple as a thousand alpacas running through it.
Seeing Second Brother's actions, Second Brother's underlings also pulled out their pistols and surrounded Second Brother. They were Second Brother's brothers. Even if Second Brother wanted to rebel, they would definitely rebel with him without any hesitation.
In an instant, the Filipinos were in complete chaos.
They all had guns. This was not surprising. After all, this was the Philippines, not Hua Xia. Hua Xia's gun control was already so strict. There were still many illegal guns in society, let alone in the Philippines.
Therefore, it was not an exaggeration at all that the gangsters present could pull out their pistols. It was also not surprising at all. It was the same in the Philippines. Those who thought this was nonsense obviously did not really understand the country. At least, they did not understand the living conditions of the country's bottom rung.
In Dana, Cebu City, the Philippines, there was a place called "Martial City." As everyone knew, Dana was the world's largest handmade gun workshop!
It had always been a "cooperative" that handmade guns and weapons were produced by hand.
For more than a century, the people living in Dana made their living by producing weapons. If they could not rely on this skill to make a living, there was no other way for them to survive.
In Dana, everyone knew how to use the simplest tools to make a variety of pistols, even revolvers and submachine guns!
Although the Dana authorities had established a "cooperative" with the local craftsmen to legalize the production of handmade weapons and prevent the craftsmen from colluding with the local mafia, the results were not good.
According to the official statistics of the Philippines, there were as many as millions of unregistered guns in the country. It was far more than the total number of guns held by the military and police combined! The proliferation of illegal weapons had long posed a great threat to the security of the Philippines.
The head of the police in Philippines had said that most of the unregistered guns were owned by politicians and businessmen.
Apart from that, the Abu Sayyaf Organization and other illegal armed forces and criminal groups in the southern part of the Philippines also possessed tens of thousands of firearms, most of which were prohibited by law in the Philippines.
In a corrupt country, the words of this kind of leader and the official statistics were naturally exaggerated.
Therefore, the number of unregistered guns in the Philippines was definitely more than a million, and the illegal armed forces and criminal groups definitely had more than a few tens of thousands of guns. There were at least a few hundred thousand guns!
If one knew that the Philippines was one of the top ten countries in the world with the highest gun crime rate, no one would be surprised that a group of street thugs would carry a pistol with them.
A large number of illegal guns had long become the main obstacle for the Philippine police to crack down on criminal activities.
People who knew about the election year in the Philippines also knew that according to normal experience, political assassinations and other violent incidents before the election were all related to guns.
Even the United States could not avoid this kind of thing, so the Philippines certainly could not control and avoid it.
Perhaps this was to make it easier for the political families in the Philippines to "get rid of their opponents," so the law allowed private ownership of guns. Of course, such a dark idea was probably impossible.
The police in the entire Philippines would not enforce the gun ban on the grounds of maintaining law and order. Therefore, it was normal for local thugs to carry guns in the Philippines.
Moreover, the way the Philippines produced weapons by hand was very unique and strange. Not only did they produce handmade 38-caliber and 45-caliber guns, but they could even copy the famous automatic rifles such as the AR-15 and M-16!
The people in the Philippines really had a special talent for guns.
Seeing that his own people were about to fight, the knockoff Pacquiao certainly would not sit back and do nothing. With so many guns, if there was a fight, something would definitely happen.
The knockoff Pacquiao used to be a person who was not afraid of death, but as he became rich, he began to become timid. His courage was getting smaller and smaller, and it was getting worse every year.
Now, the knockoff Pacquiao's value for his life was self-evident. Everyone knew that, and Second Brother knew it even better.
"Lamore, what are you doing!" The knockoff Pacquiao's expression was ugly. "Are you rebelling in front of so many brothers?"
"Boss, don't blame me." Lamore's expression was gloomy. "I've been with you for so many years. What kind of life have I been living? My brothers have all seen it."
The knockoff Pacquiao was obviously angry, but normal people would not dare to speak when faced with the threat of a gun.
"I know you have complaints, but let me tell you, I've never treated you badly!" The knockoff Pacquiao scolded angrily. "Lamore, there are outsiders here. If you fall out with me, you'll embarrass us Filipinos!"
Lamore did not want to talk to him about this at all. He said viciously, "You've treated me well? Then let's see if you've treated me well! "
After that, Lamore poked the knockoff Pacquiao harder with the gun in his hand. The knockoff Pacquiao did not dare to move. He obediently raised his hands.
"I've risked my life for you six times. I've helped you kill three competitors. I've taken the blame for you and gone to jail for you. I've blocked bullets and knives for you!" Lamore said. "Last time, the fur seals wanted to kill you. If I hadn't blocked that shot for you, you would have been thrown into the sea by now!"
This incident happened a year ago, and everyone still remembered it clearly.
Lamore had been in the hospital for four months because of that shot. The bullet had almost pierced through his lung. It was very dangerous.
This incident was a good story for the brothers! This was the symbol of loyalty.
The knockoff Pacquiao had praised Lamore many times in front of his brothers because of this incident. Lamore could become Second Brother and the most trusted person by his side largely because of this block!
It could be said that this block was the biggest reason why the knockoff Pacquiao could still be where he was today.
"I've always remembered this incident. That's why you're my best brother in this life!" The knockoff Pacquiao said. "I'll never believe that you would betray me. Even if you did something wrong today, I won't punish you for it. You'll still be my most trusted brother in the future!"
Only elementary school students would believe such nonsense.
Those in the underworld were all black-hearted people. Otherwise, they would never have reached their current position.
Lamore knew very well that as soon as he let go of the gun that could control Boss, he and his brothers would immediately be turned into dice!
"I'm still your most trusted brother?" Lamore smiled bitterly. "Boss, in my eyes, you've never had a trusted brother. You don't trust us at all. It's not just me. You don't trust any of the brothers here."
Lamore's words made the atmosphere a little strange.
Xu Yun secretly applauded in his heart. This Lamore was not an ordinary person. Even though he had betrayed them, he still put on a layer of "forced" clothing. This guy was obviously someone who could achieve "great things". He was black-hearted and thick-skinned enough.
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