The golden light pierced Coffee's neck. At this time, Coffee reached the door and was about to turn around and open the door. He saw the golden light coming from the corner of his eye and knew it was not a good thing. He was so frightened that he quickly turned his head to avoid it.
It turns out that Tetsutei knew something was wrong when he saw that the vital part of the coffee was not stabbed by the bamboo pole. He moved his wrist slightly, and the machete fell into his palm to prevent himself from being unprepared.
Sure enough, Coffee pushed away the bamboo pole and was about to run out of the private room, but he couldn't let him go with his murderous intention. With a flick of his hand, the machete shot straight at Coffee's neck.
Seeing him turning his head to dodge, Xiaoye sneered and rushed forward with a machete in his hand. Xiaoye raised his hand and dropped the knife.
Coffee felt his neck tighten, and he hurriedly touched it with his hands. A machete was placed on his neck. He didn't dare to act rashly, and said angrily to Xiaoye: "You made a lot of fucking money on me, and this is how it ends."
Are you still a human being when you treat me?"
Xiaoye sneered: "I have wanted to do this for a long time, but you were still useful to me at that time. But unfortunately, you are no longer valuable to me!"
Coffee still had the last bit of luck and said, "Don't forget, I bought all your goods for you. If you don't have them anymore, I'll see where you can find such cheap supplies! Even if you kill me today, someone will come looking for you in the future."
You got revenge!"
Before he could finish his words, Xiaoye smiled and said: "You don't need to know this! Finally, I tell you, no one can influence me, and no one can threaten me to make any decision!"
After saying that, Xiaoye slashed his neck with the machete.
"Gulu, Gulu!"
Everyone in the room felt their eyes turn red, and their heads as big as coffee cups fell to the ground, with blood spurting out from their chambers.
Everyone was so shocked that they couldn't speak for a long time. None of these people here have ever killed anyone, but this was the first time they saw a person's head falling off while alive.
Tie Shou looked at Xiao Ye in disbelief and murmured: "Brother Xiao Ye, you are so cruel!"
Zhugan rolled his eyes, "Tie Shou, I think Brother Xiaoye did the right thing! Being kind to your enemies is cruelty to yourself!"
Xiaoye let out a long sigh, and when he saw everyone looking at him in surprise, with unhappy faces, he said to everyone: "Clean him up, don't leave any traces!" After saying that, Xiaoye quickly walked out of the private room.
After coming out, Xiaoye took a long breath. At this time, a person guarding the door came forward and said: "Brother Xiaoye, Coffee's two men have been dealt with!"
"Yes!" Xiao Ye said: "Clean everything up! Be careful when carrying it out, don't let anyone find it!"
"I know, Brother Xiaoye!" the man agreed and walked into the private room next door.
At this point, Coffee, who cooperated with Xiaoye, finally died in his hands. As Xiaoye said, Coffee has indeed lost its use value, and he also knew too much about Qiuye's drug dealing!
Xiaoye said hello to the people in the gang and drove back to school.
There was still no one back in the dormitory, so it seemed a little empty. Only here could Xiaoye feel safe and be able to release all his defenses.
He took off his clothes, lay on the bed comfortably, then covered himself with a blanket and stared at the ceiling in a daze, but thinking about Qiuye in his heart.
Almost an hour later, Xiaoye received a call from Zhugan.
"Brother Xiaoye, there is a restaurant owned by the Skull Gang. Recently, there are not as many people visiting the place as before! I want to seize the opportunity and start tomorrow!"
Xiaoye asked: "Are you sure?"
"I dare not say 100%, but Lengxue and I both feel that there is a chance of success of more than eight levels!"
"Let me think about it!" Xiaoye thought for a moment, feeling a little worried. If something unexpected happened, the consequences would be disastrous. "Just wait for me. Where are you now? I'll go find you!"
"Brother Xiaoye, I don't think you need to go there personally for this matter. Lengxue and I are confident!"
"No! Only when I'm with you can I feel confident. Stop talking. I'll be there right away. Don't act rashly until I arrive!"
There was no conversation all the way. When Xiaoye came to the pedestrian street, he called Zhugan, asked for his address and asked the driver to drive there.
The place where the bamboo poles landed was an area of bungalows, which were extremely dilapidated, and the road was even more bumpy. The driver cursed the damn road while driving, complaining that if he took this road, he would lose five years of his life!
Xiaoye secretly laughed in his heart, this bamboo pole really knows how to find a place, it may be a little broken, but it is really not easy to be found here.
After walking for a long time, I finally saw the bamboo pole standing under the eaves in front of me, looking up with his legs crossed, and Lengxue hunched over beside him.
Xiaoye asked the driver to stop the car, waved his hand and gave him two thousand dollars. The originally frowning driver immediately turned into a smile and thanked him repeatedly.
The two people from Zhugan introduced Xiaoye into the bungalow. There were still five or six brothers inside. They quickly stood up and saluted Xiaoye.
Xiaoye looked around the place. It looked quite rundown from the outside, but the decoration inside was pretty good, but a little messy. He asked, "Did you rent this place?"
Zhugan said angrily: "I wanted to rent it at first, but I was so cold-blooded that even though it was a temporary place, I couldn't be careless, so I bought it!"
"Oh!" Xiaoye said with a smile: "You may as well buy it, we will use this place as a secret base in the future. Bamboo pole, tell us about your sneak attack plan!"
Zhugan agreed, took out a sketch from the side and laid it on the table, pointing at various places on it while explaining.
Xiaoye leaned over to take a closer look and nodded repeatedly. After Zhugan finished speaking, Xiaoye thought about it again and felt that there was nothing wrong with it. He nodded and said, "Okay, let's do this!"
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Zhugan instinctively pulled out his gun and looked at Xiaoye. He cold-bloodedly waved his hand and said, "Maybe he's one of mine!" Then he walked out, and when he got to the door, he asked, "Who are you looking for?
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A low voice came from outside the door: "Old Prime Minister, it's me! The goods have been brought!"
‘Lao Xiang’ is a slang term in Jianghu, which means boss!
Lengxue turned around and nodded to Xiaoye and Zhugan, indicating that he was one of his own and there was no need to be nervous. Zhugan breathed a sigh of relief and took back his pistol.
After opening the door, there were two people standing outside. Xiaoye still had an impression of these two people, they were both cold-blooded followers.
The two of them each walked in carrying a large sack. The bamboo pole was slightly stunned when they saw this, and wondered: "What is in this! It seems to be very heavy!"
He smiled coldly: "You'll know when you get into the house! Haha!"
Several people returned to the house, and Xiaoye asked them to open the sack.
I saw that it was full of firearms, mostly pistols, but also Swiss Army knives, grenades, walkie-talkies and other things.
Lengxue pulled a long box out of the sack, opened it on the table, and took out a rifle nearly one meter long and completely black.
Zhugan was from the army. He could see the origin of this gun at a glance and said in surprise: "Is this a 95-year-old sniper rifle?"
In 1998, the Type 95 sniper rifle was still very rare in the army. At that time, the Type 79 sniper rifle was the main type.
Lengxue wiped the gun body and said with a smile: "Good eyesight, it's ninety-five!" After saying that, he handed the bamboo pole.
The latter took the gun and secretly shouted "Hello". He had only seen it in photos before, but this was the first time to hold it. The 95 was considered a top-notch gun among Chinese domestic guns at that time. He said curiously: "This gun
How did you get it? It should still be rare in the army now!"
"As long as there is a connection, nothing is impossible. If you want a tank, I can get it for you! Haha, there are just no shells!"
Two days later, at two o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was bright and clear, but the cold wind blew from time to time. The northeast wind was strong, and a thick coat was blown through by the wind, making people feel a bone-chilling chill.
There were more than a dozen people standing in the alley near the Red Nightclub, all wearing black suits.
Xiaoye was among them. He looked at his watch, touched the two guns on his waist, groomed himself again, and felt that there was nothing wrong with him. He said to Zhugan: "Zhugan, are you guys ready?
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Hearing this, Zhugan picked up the phone, dialed several numbers in succession, and finally extended three fingers to Xiaoye to express OK!
Xiaoye took a deep breath and said, "Come on, everyone!"
More than a dozen people in the alley walked out together, put their hands into their arms, secretly held pistols, and began to take revenge on the Skeleton Gang.
The group of people entered directly through the flaming red door. Xiaoye was here for the first time and was very unfamiliar with the environment inside. Looking at Yiyuan carefully, he felt that it was roughly the same as the sketch drawn on the bamboo pole.
Nightclubs usually have a busy business at night, with only a few customers here and there during the day, but it was different today. There were a lot of customers in the lobby, both male and female, laughing and noisy from time to time.
When the waiter saw more than ten people coming in, he secretly wondered: What happened today? He quickly stepped forward and asked, "Who are you, gentlemen? Do you want a private room?"
Xiaoye didn't say anything and walked over directly.
Zhugan came to the waiter and said with a smile: "Give me a big private room and find more than ten girls!"
Although it was not a period of severe crackdown at this time, the crackdown on pornography was very severe. The waiter glanced at him and secretly said that he was really a 250-year-old, and the lady was not looking for him like that. He smiled and said: "I'm sorry, sir, we don't have a lady here. You
Go sit in the private room for a while first, and I will find some girls to sing with you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhugan Lunzhang slapped him, "Grandma, why are you pretending to me! I'm just looking for you today, so get out of here!"
The waiter was beaten until his nose and mouth were bleeding. His vision went dark and he almost fainted. When had he ever been wronged like this? His heart was burning. He pointed at the nose of the bamboo pole and cursed: "I'm going to fuck you, you're here to cause trouble."
Right?"
After saying that, he turned around and shouted: "Brother Wang, someone is going to destroy the place!"
Zhugan chuckled: "Smashing the place? I'll smash you first today!"
After saying that, he pulled out his saber and stabbed it into the waiter's lower abdomen. The movement of the bamboo pole was too fast, and the other party was unprepared to be stabbed. The waiter screamed, covered his lower abdomen and took a few steps back. Zhenghe came up from behind.
Brother Wang was hit with a bang.
The man named Brother Wang was about 1.8 meters tall, with a slender figure and a long face full of pockmarks. He grabbed the waiter who was retreating and said angrily: "What are you yelling about? What's wrong?"
The waiter looked back at Brother Wang desperately, then his body slowly softened and fell to the ground.
Only then did Brother Wang see that the white shirt on his lower abdomen was completely red with blood, and white strips were still protruding from it.
When other guests in the hall saw this, they screamed and ran away, but the door was blocked by bamboo poles and others and could not pass through.
Brother Wang raised his head and looked at the bamboo pole. The latter was smiling and the dagger in his hand was stained with blood.
"Hmph! Good on you!"
Brother Wang slowly pulled out a pistol from his waist, and more than a dozen of his men behind him also tried to pull out their guns.
At this time, the guests in the room saw that they could not get out of the door, so they rushed towards Brother Wang. Brother Wang, who was huddled with dozens of people, was furious: "Damn it, get out of here!"
But no one listened to him, and the crowd became more and more crowded.
Brother Wang felt that this was very detrimental to him, and was about to fire a gun to warn the people who were squeezing over, but suddenly he felt a coldness in his chest, as if all the strength in his body had been suddenly drained, and the hand holding the gun unconsciously loosened his grip.
He slowly lowered his head, and a two-inch wide dagger was stabbed in his chest. He followed the dagger and raised his head to look at its owner.
What came into his eyes was an expressionless face, a woman who looked extremely ordinary.
"ah!"
Brother Wang let out his final roar, pushed away the woman in front of him and looked back at his men.
Their fate was almost the same as that of Brother Wang. They were assassinated one by one by the shadow members mixed in the crowd. Some of them were stabbed in the vital parts by an inexplicable knife before they even understood what was going on.
Brother Wang stood straight on the ground, his body still twitching, his eyes wide open, watching each other step over his body one after another, and the last person lowered his head and came close to his face, muttering: "You are really alive!"
As he said that, he pulled out the dagger and slashed his neck harshly.