Low and crowded stilts line the seaside, far away from urban areas and villages, with only a few dim lights.
The gray van slowly stopped by the trail and then turned off.
Sanggou glanced at Qin Yi next to him and hesitated: "Brother Ying, should we... think about it again?"
Qin Yi glanced at him with cold eyes and raised the detonator in his hand.
There was a little cold sweat on Sanggou's forehead, and he forced a smile, "I will do it well, Brother Ying."
"Then hurry up and go."
The mourning dog wiped his sweat, got out of the car with weak legs and feet, and staggered towards the shack.
Compared to the quiet surroundings, the shack was extremely lively.
A group of people gathered in front of the table, drinking beer and watching the football game on TV, cheering and yelling from time to time.
"What the hell, come in!"
"Shoot!"
"Can you kick it?"
Sitting on the sofa next to him was a bald man, about thirty or forty years old, wearing a floral shirt and a big gold chain hanging around his neck.
With a big belly and a fat face, he looks more like a monk than a gangster.
Holding a can of beer in his hand, he took a sip from time to time.
"Brother Dog!"
"Brother Dog!"
"Brother Dog is back!"
"Uncle Guang, Brother Dog is back."
When I saw the mourning dog appearing in the yard, someone immediately greeted me.
People in the room greeted each other casually and continued to watch the TV.
Uncle Guang took his eyes away from the TV and turned to look outside the door.
The mourning dog walked to the shadow outside the door and stopped, without taking another step forward.
"Agou, what are you doing standing there?" Uncle Guang frowned, "Come in, why are you so stunned?"
"Uncle Guang..."
"How's that order from the hospital?"
The mourning dog hesitated to speak, still standing in place and refusing to move.
Uncle Guang rolled his eyes and stood up from the sofa.
"The ball is in!"
"Awesome!"
The people in the room burst into cheers, and almost everyone stood up, waving their fists excitedly.
"Wow!"
Amid the howling celebrations, a crisp sound of glass breaking was heard.
Uncle Guang instinctively felt that something was not good. Just as he was about to turn around, a black shadow appeared behind him, and the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against the back of his head.
"Uncle Guang!"
"Uncle Guang!"
The people in the room suddenly woke up, stood up with a "swish" sound, and quickly drew out their pistols and pointed them at the people behind Uncle Guang.
"Put down the gun!"
"Fight on the street, you're looking for death!"
"Kill him!"
"Don't be impulsive! Don't hurt Uncle Guang!"
"Don't worry about me, shoot him!" Uncle Guang shouted loudly.
Seven or eight pistols were pointed at the attackers. These professional killers showed ruthless expressions and stepped towards Uncle Guang, preparing to find a shooting angle to strike.
"Ding!"
A round grenade fell to the ground. The killers looked at it subconsciously, their hearts skipped a beat, and they took a few steps back.
"Hahahahaha!" Qin Yi laughed wildly, and then mocked, "I thought you were really not afraid of death."
"Fall on the street! Bluff me!"
"Try again and see who is not brave enough!"
"If you have the guts, you can get insurance!"
The killers were ashamed and angry, and shouted unwillingly.
The next second, Qin Yi raised a grenade and pulled out the ring, "Try it?!"
The crowded shack suddenly became quiet, with only the cheers and roars of the commentators coming from the TV.
Uncle Guang snorted coldly, "Young boy, which road are you on, Xiangduo?"
"Sanggou, come in!" Qin Yi shouted.
The mourning dog walked in with a pale face. Under the dim light, everyone noticed what was tied up on his body.
The dirty air in the shack froze instantly, as if someone had pressed the pause button. The killers didn't even dare to breathe for fear of triggering the bomb switch.
A stern look flashed in Uncle Guang's eyes, and he shouted: "Young man, what are you doing?"
"Tell your people to put down their guns!" Qin Yi snorted coldly, "I'll talk to you about a big deal."
"Are you dreaming? Are you trying to scare me?" How could an old man like Uncle Guang accept such threats?
"I'm just bluffing you, what can you do?" Qin Yi sneered, "You are not afraid of death, but I don't know if your brother is."
The bomb on the dead dog suddenly made a beeping sound, and the red indicator light on it flashed crazily.
"The bomb countdown has started, you have fifteen seconds to think about it!" Qin Yi yelled.
The killers looked panicked and all looked at Uncle Guang.
"Ten seconds left!"
"Uncle Guang?! What should I do?"
"Don't put down the gun, he's bluffing you!"
"Nine!"
"Uncle Guang?"
"He doesn't dare to explode!"
"Eight!"
"Uncle Guang!!"
"Calm down, don't panic!"
"Seven!"
"Sangdog, please open the door!"
"Don't mess up!"
"Six!"
"Brothers, let us have a way out!"
"Five!"
"Ignore your mother! I surrender!"
When one person dropped his gun, a chain reaction was instantly triggered. All the killers dropped their guns almost in no particular order, as if they were grabbing a red-hot iron.
Uncle Guang's face turned blue and white, and he seemed a little unwilling, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief.
The bomb on the dead dog stopped flashing, and the killers were soaked in cold sweat.
"Very good!" Qin Yi showed a strange smile and inserted the safety pin of the grenade back.
Uncle Guang forced out a smile and was about to say something.
Suddenly Qin Yi grabbed Uncle Guang's neck and twisted it violently.
In the eyes of everyone with disbelief, Uncle Guang fell to the floor before his smile disappeared.
The heavy bodies threw up a cloud of dust, and the killers subconsciously took a step back.
Then there was silence, oppressive silence.
The leader of a killer group and a big boss who had been around for many years died quietly.
Qin Yi raised his head and glanced around, "Do you want to get rich?"
"..."
The killers had not recovered from the shock just now, and they did not even react when they heard these words.
Qin Yi glanced at the mourning dog at the door.
The mourning dog was agitated and immediately shouted: "Who doesn't want to get rich when they come out to hang out!"
The killers looked at each other in confusion, not understanding why things suddenly turned to this.
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"Does anyone want to get rich!" Qin Yi shouted.
"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Are you the richest people in Hong Kong?" the mourning dog roared again.
"Do you want to get rich?" Qin Yi raised his voice again.
"Those who want to get rich, raise your hands!" Sanggou started making noises next to him.
One killer raised his hand hesitantly, then the second and the third...
"Is there anyone who is not afraid of death?" Qin Yi shouted.
"Who is afraid of death if he comes out to work for his life?"
The killers raised their hands together.
"Does anyone want to get rich with me?" Qin Yi yelled.
"Follow Brother Ying to do big business! Do you want to go?" Sanggou was the first to raise his hand.
The killers looked confused, "What's the big deal?"
"Billions of billions of business!" Qin Yi jumped on the table next to him, "You still don't know who I am, lost dog!"
Sanggou took a deep breath, "Brother Ying robbed the Hong Kong Monetary Authority's cash transport truck the day before yesterday for a total of 500 million!"
The killers were confused. How much is 500 million?
"I know you don't believe it, but it doesn't matter." Qin Yi sneered, "Everything is fake, only money is real!"
"What you do as killers is hard work. You are willing to work hard, but have you made a fortune?"
The killers were silent for a while, who is still working here after getting rich?
"You can earn tens of thousands of dollars by killing one person, but you may lose your life at any time. Why haven't you made a fortune yet since you are working so hard?" Qin Yi glanced at the crowd, "That's because you are with the wrong person!"
"The big boss of the business will take 50%, the broker will take 10%, and the big brother who leads the team will take 20%. It will only be a few dollars in your hands."
These words directly hit the dissatisfaction in the hearts of the killers. They worked hard outside in the wind and rain, with their heads in their belts.
As a result, Uncle Guang made most of the money, and only a small amount fell into their hands.
And once you die, you will lose nothing.
The disabled ones are even worse, being abandoned directly and left to fend for themselves.
"This brother said it well. I have been working for three or four years and have only earned more than 300,000 yuan. I don't even have enough money to buy a toilet."
"My younger brother is sick, and the medical expenses cost hundreds of thousands. I only saved 70,000 to 80,000."
For a time, many killers complained and accused the bosses of the killer group of exploitation.
When Qin Yi saw that the effect was surprisingly good, he immediately clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, be quiet and listen to me!"
Everyone turned their attention to him.
"Now is the opportunity to make a fortune. I have a big business to do!" Qin Yi waved his fist vigorously, "A business worth billions."
"Don't think it's an exaggeration, it's because knowledge has restricted your dreams." Qin Yi said in an inciting tone, "Have you ever imagined that you would become a billionaire and a master, and you would no longer have to worry about money? Sports cars, etc.
Beauty, villa..."
"What's stopping you from getting rich?"
"It's an opportunity!"
"Now an opportunity is in front of you." Qin Yi shouted, "You want to seize this opportunity! Make a fortune! Become a billionaire!"