The sound of tapping footsteps came from the stairs, causing the boss who was busy counting money to frown.
After seeing the messenger, he put down the banknotes in his hand and counted half of them.
He picked up the machete and yelled: "You are shameless, aren't you?"
With that said, he walked towards the stairs, intending to teach the messenger a lesson.
But after taking only two steps, he saw the dark silenced pistol in the courier's hand, and the boss's pupils suddenly contracted.
If you blackmail you for 20,000 yuan, you will kill someone and silence them? Who is the police and who is the gangster?
Although he is a low-level character who has gained a foothold by relying on mountain worship, he dares to open a tattoo shop in the outer city of Jiuhua, which is a bit brave.
After seeing the pistol in the courier's hand, the boss was not so frightened that he dropped his machete and raised his hands in salute.
Instead, he picked up a glass from the table and threw it at the messenger's face.
While using a glass to distract him, the boss himself rushed forward with a machete on his face with a stern expression.
As the saying goes, a gun is fast from seven paces.
Within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate.
You said the knife is fast?
Anyone who talks about which one is faster regardless of personal neurological reaction speed is just being a hooligan.
The courier fired twice, one shot shattering the glass, and the other shot the boss in the thigh.
The boss staggered and fell in front of the messenger, hugging his thighs and letting out a shrill scream.
The bullets used by the messenger are rubber bullets, but don't think that rubber bullets can't kill people. If they hit the head at such a close distance, they will be no different from the lead bullets.
Normal bullets hit non-lethal parts, and after a period of recovery, they will leave at most one hole, which will not affect future activities.
A rubber bullet hitting the body at close range is likely to leave semi-permanent trauma, such as a large bruise.
After this shot, even if the boss's leg was not broken, he would have to lie in bed for more than two months.
The messenger ignored the boss who was lying on the ground and screaming. He first threw the machete into the corner of the basement, then came to the edge of the sofa and put away the banknotes.
Jin Pingan, who was originally guarding the stairs, rushed down after hearing the screams in the basement.
While the messenger tied up the boss with a hemp rope found in the cabinet, he asked, "Why did you come down here if you didn't block the door?"
Jin Ping'an smiled bitterly: "I heard the screams, so I came down to take a look..."
Bang bang bang!
"Boss? I thought I heard someone shouting just now, are you okay?"
The faint shouts of apprentices came from the stairs.
The messenger pointed a gun at the boss's head and gave him a 'you know what to say' look.
However, the pain did not scare him, but instead aroused his ferocity.
The boss glared at the messenger fiercely and gritted his teeth.
Seeing this, the messenger reopened the safety of the pistol, changed the direction of the gun, and pointed it at the other head below him.
"It's okay! Busy with you!"
The boss shouted at the top of his lungs, and the pain in his thigh gave his voice a tremor.
"What did you say?"
The soundproofing in the basement is very good, but the sound from above shouting at the top of your lungs is just like whispering in class, and you can't hear it clearly unless you listen carefully.
"It's okay! Go about your business!"
The boss repeated what he said again.
After saying this, there was no movement above.
The boss who was tied to the chair endured the pain and asked: "Who are you?"
"A legally armed bounty hunter, you can call me the messenger."
The courier put away his pistol and picked up the shell casings that fell on the ground.
"messenger?"
The boss's facial features almost shrank in pain, but he still gritted his teeth and tried hard to find relevant memories.
But I never thought that Qianhua City would have such a character.
"I'm from Nevada."
The messenger seemed to know what he was thinking and took the initiative to explain. Of course, this sentence also meant to threaten.
As expected, the boss looked horrified when he heard the word Neihua.
It is not easy for a bounty hunter to have a gun license.
Moreover, in order to obtain a gun license in Nehua City, one must assist the police in arresting at least thirty heinous criminals and make outstanding contributions during the operation.
This is one of the conditions clearly stated by Nevada City.
As a world-famous crime capital.
Just a small number of criminals who fled from China to Qianhua City can create a Jiuhua Outer City. You can imagine the level of those real bosses with grass growing on their graves.
In contrast, the gun-toting bounty hunters who go against the real bosses are even less likely to be simple things.
Guns have no eyes, and a man who can arrest thirty criminals in Nevada every day without getting hurt can definitely be called a living god of war.
Therefore, no one who can be a gun-toting bounty hunter in Nevada City is a good person.
Especially a bounty hunter like the Courier, who has no missing arms or legs, is the most ruthless character among ruthless characters.
The messenger put the sketch in the boss's face and asked: "Give you another chance, have you ever seen this person?"
"I've seen it! I've seen it! He came to my shop to get a tattoo!"
The boss replied quickly.
The messenger nodded slightly, then held his left little finger with his hand.
The boss suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
"Do you know him?" the messenger asked casually.
"I don't know...Ah! Ah! Ah!"
With a snap, the boss's little finger was cut off by the messenger.
"I really don't know him!"
The boss was so painful that he shed tears. It was not that he was a coward, it was a human instinctive reaction.
"Next question, tell me any information about him until I'm satisfied."
The messenger still had the same indifferent expression. He released his little finger and grasped the boss's ring finger again.
"Brother Huo brought him here for a tattoo two months ago, and it was he who asked me to tattoo a grimace moth on my arm!"
The boss was afraid that he might be too slow. The messenger also broke off his ring finger, and he spoke quickly: "I don't know him, but Brother Huo must know him! It was Brother Huo who brought him here!"
After speaking, he looked at the messenger with pleading eyes.
The messenger nodded and hummed, then casually broke off his ring finger.
"Uhhhhh!!!"
The boss gritted his teeth and swallowed back his screams.
Jin Pingan, who was standing aside and watching, subconsciously took half a step back.
Following the police, he had seen a lot of corpses that died in horrible conditions. The method of breaking his fingers was nothing. The calm face of the messenger was the source of his fear.
Even though Jin Pingan knew that this boss was not a good person, he still felt a little scared when he looked at the messenger.
This kind of person who is as accustomed to inflicting torture on others as eating and drinking is the most terrifying thing.
Only then did Jin Pingan realize that the messenger might be different from what he imagined.
He has always regarded the messenger as a martyr who explores the truth at all costs, and as a companion who can be entrusted with the aftermath.
Now, he finally remembered something.
That is, in addition to being his companion, the messenger is also a bounty hunter.
A bounty hunter with a gun license in Nevada City.