The hooligan grabbed the money and stuffed it into his pocket. He put the gun back into the holster and picked up the two bottles of wine on the counter with one hand. His other hand did not forget to grab a bunch of chocolates from the shelf next to the cashier.
After stuffing the chocolates into his pocket, he seemed to feel that it was not enough. He grabbed a few more bottles of chewing gum and condoms, and said to Mrs. Chen, "Next time you make a fuss, I'll double the money." Then he swaggered out the door.
Eddie silently retracted his head. He could not interfere in this matter.
Although he dared to go against the Life Foundation, it was only because the other party was a public company.
When the matter was brought to the table, there was more or less a chance to wrangle in the law.
These hooligans on the street didn't care about the law at all.
For this kind of robbery, the shopkeepers might not necessarily report it to the police. Even if they did, they might not be able to catch the robbers (or not). Even if they did catch the robbers, they might not be convicted.
Even if they were convicted, as long as no one was injured or killed during the robbery, they would be released on parole after a few months at most.
The prisons in California had always been very tight. There was no way they could lock up these rampant gangsters.
Sigh, if only Batman had appeared in San Francisco. Eddie could not help but think of this.
Most of the gangs in Los Angeles had stopped extorting people with guns.
This was because the gang members who openly collected protection fees would be collectively beaten up and sent to the hospital every once in a while.
If one's hands and feet were fractured once or twice, it would be very difficult for them to hold a gun or escape. Hooligans without these two abilities were not competitive at all.
As a hardcore fan of Batman, Eddie had long realized that this was the work of the Bat Squad through data and statistical analysis.
The earliest were Batman and Catwoman, the famous "Knee Breaker" in Los Angeles.
Then, Batman left and the Dark Knight took his place. Then, New York's Bone Crusher appeared.
Hmm, maybe I should send them a request for help and let the Dark Knights come to San Francisco for a bone-crushing trip? They were partly responsible for this.
In the past two years, the gangsters who had grown wary of Los Angeles had all come to San Francisco to do extortion.
Why didn't they just cripple this guy? Keeping it would only harm good people. An extremely violent thought flashed through a certain reporter's mind, but his body very honestly stood in the food area without moving.
That guy had a gun, and there was another comrade outside who should also have a gun.
San Francisco was not a simple and honest New York City. There were too many lawless gangsters.
It was not uncommon for crazy hooligans to shoot someone just to snatch a wallet.
If he ran up to stop them, there was a high chance that the other party would shoot him in the heat of the moment.
It's just a bit of money, there's no need to risk my life. I'm definitely not a coward. He muttered in his heart.
Then, he saw a string of puppies coming from the passageway beside him. They looked at him with "black eyes", and their faces seemed to be … mocking him?
Seeing that he was looking at it, the puppy barked at him twice, turned its head and walked away, as if it despised him.
Illusion! This must be a hallucination caused by a fever! He shook his head and told himself so. He picked up the basket and walked to the counter.
Mrs. Chen's expression was much worse than when he came in. She silently scanned the goods in his basket.
Eddy was a little embarrassed and could not help but say, "Everything will be fine."
Mrs. Chen's eyes reddened and she lowered her head. "That's impossible, Eddie. Life is always like that. "
Eddie was speechless. Once again, he felt powerless and thought of the superheroes in New York.
Perhaps only by using violence to curb violence like they did could he slightly suppress this situation! At the very least, hooligans wouldn't take out their guns and threaten other people's lives?
To stop? That was impossible.
Eddie was a genuine USC graduate. He knew very well that this wasn't just a problem of hooligans, but a chronic disease in American society.
After all, this was a country where guns were rampant!
In the car not far away from the supermarket, Gold Nugget continued to diss its own kind. "Pussy! Venom chose a terrible host. It doesn't even dare attack a hooligan. Haha, no matter how timid it is, it still can't bear to do it. It followed me home again. It's not classy at all. "
Luke and Selina looked at each other and didn't say anything.
At the very least, they had found a college student, but Luke found a dog.
While Dollar was treated better than a college student, a dog's status wasn't as high as Eddie's.
It was just that Eddie had been courting death too often recently, and had fallen into a slump in his life.
But neither of them attacked the dog's head.
It was the same as before — no matter how bad this guy was, it was still their dog. So what if it was more valuable than other college students?
…
On the other side, Eddie went upstairs and closed the door. He opened the milk he had just bought at the dining table to make chocolate cereal.
The strung puppy also came to his door, and the pitch-black Tar Monster venom sprang out of its body and flowed in through the crack in the door.
Holding the cereal in his hand, Eddie recalled what had happened last night and today, and was a little distracted.
Venom crept forward on the floor and stuck close to his feet as it quietly crawled back into this familiar body.
After their first symbiosis, Eddie, who was distracted, didn't notice Venom's "return," but a low voice suddenly rang out in his head. "Hurry up and eat. I'm hungry."
Eddie was so frightened that his hands trembled. "What?"
He looked around, but the room was silent.
"Maybe I'm really too hungry?" he mumbled as he finally poured the cereal into the bowl.
"Pour a little more," the deep voice suddenly said again.
Eddie was so frightened that he threw the cereal away. "Who? Who's talking? "
The room was silent again.
Eddie:???
In the car downstairs, in order to make it easier for the dog head to have fun, Selina had already sat in the front seat.
As a result, a dog rolled around in the back seat laughing, not forgetting to send a voice message to share his thoughts on the surveillance. "Hahahaha, what a silly host. Even Claire, this little girl, is bolder than him."
Luke and Selina were lost for words. You actually don't want to let go of any opportunity to diss Venom, do you?
Upstairs, Eddie and Venom had no idea that someone was watching them.
Finally, after checking the room and confirming that there was nothing unusual, Eddie picked up the milk cereal and took a sip.
Knock! Knock! Knock! There was a sudden knock on the door.
Most of the milk cereal that Eddie had just imported was spat back into the bowl, and the rest was smeared on his face and body.
Insisting on putting down the bowl, he coughed violently.
After catching his breath, he grabbed a few tissues and wiped the milk that had splattered on his face and body before he walked to the door in confusion.
"Don't open the door," a low voice warned in his head.
Eddie froze, but decided to ignore this inexplicable "auditory hallucination."
Dr. Louis had said that many diseases could cause a fever, and auditory hallucinations were common.
Eddy peeked through the peephole. There was no one in front of the door, only the opposite door.
This was the end of the corridor, and the window was on the right. Was it a prank? He didn't think too much of it. He unlocked the door and looked to the left.
He saw a bald man in black and four men in black standing next to the door, right in front of him.
The bald man in black grinned. "It's so hard to find you." As he said that, he took a step to the door and pushed Eddie back into the house. Then, he followed Eddie in.
The four black-robed men also entered the room in a single file.
Stumbling back, Eddie looked at the five men who were eyeing him covetously. He couldn't help but clench his a * * hole. "Guys, did you find the wrong person?"
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