Pedestrians on the road hurriedly wrapped up their coats and left in a hurry under the cold wind.
At this time, in the dark back alley of a bar in the dock area, a beautiful girl wearing a slim-fitting black leather jacket suddenly appeared in the dusty air.
It is Di Raoyue.
She stepped firmly on the wet concrete floor, raised her head and looked at the flashing neon sign of the enchanting girl outside the narrow alley, and said coldly:
"The so-called dock area is the gang area."
At this time, a rude laughter suddenly sounded from behind her: "Hi, girl, are you playing cospaly? Do you want to play with me?"
"Huh?" Di Raoyue frowned slightly and turned her head to look behind her.
A dozen meters away, she saw a tall, muscular yellow man with dreadlocks pointing a revolver at her with a playful smile.
At the entrance of the alley, there was a short, fat man in a baseball cap who glanced over with a cigarette in his mouth.
Seeing this scene, Di Raoyue couldn't help but chuckle and said:
"So, are these the so-called 'compatriots'?"
After saying that, his face turned cold.
A strong murderous aura suddenly burst out from her body.
boom!
"Well……"
The dirty-braided Xia Guoyi, who was holding the gun, suddenly widened his eyes and fell to the ground twitching.
The short fat man not far away didn't fare much better. He rolled his eyes and fainted on the ground.
Di Yaoyue walked leisurely with her waist swaying. She stepped on the handle of the revolver with her leather boots. With a little luck, she stepped on it and spun it around in the air. She then stretched out her hand to hold it.
The man with the dreadlocks lying on the ground had a look of disbelief on his face and said in confusion: "You, you...beauties, we are compatriots, compatriots! Please spare my life!"
"Compatriots?"
Di Raoyue sneered, bent her knees and squatted down, using the muzzle of her gun to lift up the cuffs of the man with dreadlocks. After seeing the ghost head tattoo, he moved the revolver against the man's forehead and said calmly:
"I'm asking you to answer. Slow down and your brain will bloom. Is there any problem?"
The man's head shook like a rattle: "No, no, no!"
At this time, the short fat man who was lying in the alley suddenly got up and tried to run away.
Di Raoyue narrowed her phoenix eyes, and immediately shot out two blazing red rays of light from her eyes, hitting the fat man's head from a distance.
boom!
The fat, headless corpse collapsed helplessly.
Suddenly, the man with dreadlocks who saw this scene out of the corner of his eye panicked and said indiscriminately: "You, you, you, are you an alien or a superpower?!"
Di Raoyue hit his head with a gun and said coldly:
"Is there any gun shop around that belongs to your Fu'an gang?"
The man with the dreadlocks stuttered excitedly: "Just go to the end of this road, and there is a store called Jim Zhang."
Di Raoyue nodded, stood up, pointed the gun at the man and pulled the trigger.
boom!
The man with the dreadlocks froze and collapsed into a slowly spreading pool of blood with his eyes wide open.
A few minutes later.
On the deserted street, Di Raoyue walked quickly.
She raised her head and looked at the gun store opposite with the lights on, and said in a low voice:
"Jim Zhang, this is it."
jingle!
Come in.
In the gun shop, a powerful middle-aged man was flicking through his mobile phone with his fingers and said without raising his head: "Brother, it's time to get off work here. Come back tomorrow."
Di Raoyue didn't reply.
He looked around at the dazzling array of firearms on the walls on both sides.
Feeling that no one had left, the middle-aged boss frowned and looked up, and found that she was a beautiful woman. He immediately laughed and said:
"Hey, what is a little girl doing here? She wants to go to work and go to a nightclub."
"Ah..."
Di Raoyue glanced at the ghost head tattoo on the back of the opponent's hand, raised her finger and pointed at an extended revolver on the counter and said, "Show me."
"Um?"
The boss looked her up and down in surprise, bent over, took out the revolver from the counter, and handed it over.
Di Raoyue took it lightly, rotated it skillfully in his hand, pulled the trigger and fired several empty shots at the opposite wall.
Card ~ card ~ card ~
The middle-aged boss smiled and said: "Not bad, very skilled. I don't think I've seen you on this street, right?"
no answer.
Di Raoyue handed the revolver back to the boss, pointed to the Uzi submachine gun on the wall behind him, and said softly:
"Show me that big one."
The boss looked at her carefully and began to feel something was wrong.
However, he turned around and took off the submachine gun and handed it over.
At the same time, he quietly pressed the button under the counter.
Card……
Di Raoyue took the submachine gun, turned around and pointed it at the wall. Kakaka fired a few empty shots again.
Then Shi Shiran lowered the machine gun, held the barrel upside down, tilted his head slightly and asked with a smile:
"Where is Wu Fulai?"
The boss suddenly became alert: "Hey, what are you talking about?!"
Di Raoyue raised her dark eyebrows, raised her hand and swung the machine gun over, hitting him hard on the head.
boom!
The boss rolled his eyes, hit the wall hard and slowly slid down, lying on his back and fainted to the ground.
Bangta!
He dropped the gun casually.
Di Raoyue raised her arm, a blue light flashed slightly on her wrist, and an alloy cord appeared.
laugh--
Swing the rope around the rafters.
She quickly used her hands and feet to hang her boss head down like a tethered pig.
Clang!
Pulling out a sharp dog-leg knife from the counter, Di Raoyue lightly raised her long legs and walked to the boss, and said leisurely:
"The first section of torture class: Pain is a person's most sincere friend. It can easily open the door lock of memory. If not, then increase the intensity."
five minutes later.
boom!!
The door of the gun store was pushed open violently, and three or five fierce yellow men burst in with guns and clubs.
Unexpectedly, an elegant girl wearing a black leather coat was standing in the room with a calm expression, pointing a shotgun at them.
The group of people froze immediately, and then looked silently at the gun shop owner who was hanging in the corner, covered in bruises and bleeding, with more air coming out than in, and with circles of grenades tied around his body, and then looked at the pile of grenades extending out, curling up.
The thread on the girl's slender thumb.
I can only curse in my heart: Damn, mess with Fake!
So they threw down their pistols, knives, and baseball bats, and raised their hands in resignation.
"very good."
Di Raoyue's lips slightly raised, "You guys, please drive here."
after a little while.
Buzz buzz~
A black Jeep started up and slowly left.
If someone breaks into the gun store at this time, they will find that the store is as bloody as a slaughterhouse.
Di Raoyue was driving fast but didn't care.
In her mind, she was using the information she had obtained to construct a 'road map' for finding the person.
"First go to Ge Lubiao, the painted leopard in charge of gun smuggling. This man drinks in the bar until early morning every night, and then goes to work.
Through him, you can find the green-faced wolf Genrod, the man-snake leader squatting on a boat by the sea.
He is the biggest financial source of the Fu'an Gang, and only this person knows the true whereabouts of Wu Fulai."
Di Raoyue narrowed her eyes slightly and murmured: "During this period, we must try our best to use gang-level force to solve the problem. Once Li Qingyu's location is determined, he will kill him with one blow!"
Turning the steering wheel, the Jeep entered a dilapidated and narrow road.
Not long after, a bar named Free Old Man appeared in her field of vision.
Get out of the car, pick up the shotgun, and close the door.
Boom!!
Kicking open the closed door of the bar, a group of men and women shaking their bodies wildly like a group of demons came into Di Raoyue's eyes.
Death heavy metal was mixed with gangster hip-hop music, as well as the strong smell of alcohol, inferior perfume, and the smell of hemp that hit her face, making her frown.
She curled her lips slightly, slowly raised the shotgun, pointed it at the audio player on the ceiling of the dance floor, and fired.
boom!!
In an instant, the dynamic music stopped, and everyone looked out the door blankly.
Di Raoyue walked in slowly, raised her gun and smiled coquettishly: "The bar has closed early, everyone, hurry up and get out."
