Why does a small auto repair shop in the mountains have foreign brands of cigarettes?
And there is a man in the store who has been in prison?
After noticing these details, Yang Bei began to feel frightened and realized the most obvious problem: there were mostly barren mountains and ridges along the way, with no villages in front and no shops behind.
Why was the place where they broke down so close to an auto repair shop?
Thinking of this, Yang Bei calmly held up the umbrella, put his hands in his arms and got ready.
Once there is any problem, he must be able to respond immediately. Not long after, footsteps were heard from behind. It must be that the boss came back from getting the tools.
The moment Yang Bei turned his head, the hairs all over his body stood up: the black muzzle of the gun was pressed against his head.
Yang Bei's eyes trembled: "You..."
"Come in."
There were cars passing by outside, and the boss obviously didn't want to make any more noise, so he threatened Yang Bei: "Hurry up!"
The middle-aged man next to him also threw away his spoon, stood up with a smile, and said a few bird songs.
Still a foreigner!
The shop owner also replied in the voice of a bird, and directed Yang Bei to enter the shop.
It's very simple to kill Yang Bei.
One bullet and it's done.
But after the murder, how to collect the body and how to avoid being caught by the police is a troublesome matter.
China is famous for its public security.
Yang Bei took a deep breath, knowing that he had to be obedient at this time, and followed him into the store.
It was dark inside, with only a dim lamp on. The back door was open, and a faint light was scattered in. The store owner pointed at Yang Bei's head and asked him to walk to the back door. Yang Bei was also very obedient, and he found out after he passed by.
Under the back door is a long ramp, and under the ramp is a lake connected to the moat.
It is also the best place to kill people and hide their bodies.
If you shoot down there, no one will notice you.
Yang Bei's eyes twitched: "You don't want me to go down, do you?"
"Go down, stop talking nonsense!"
Looking at the drizzle outside, Yang Bei could only walk down slowly.
But the road was slippery due to the rain, and it was difficult to walk downhill. Yang Bei just took a few steps, suddenly fell forward, and fell to the ground with a thud.
The shop owner at the back sneered and kicked him: "Aren't you so scared that your feet are weak? Get up quickly."
Yang Bei gritted his teeth, climbed up tremblingly and said, "Hero, why did I offend you two? Can you spare my life?"
"Unfortunately, we can't."
The shop owner said calmly: "To tell you the truth, we were paid. If someone wants you dead, just blame it. You should offend someone you shouldn't offend."
Yang Bei's face turned green and he said tremblingly: "Then how much money did he give you? I, I will pay for it!"
"Do not talk nonsense!"
The man in the back who had been in prison yelled, speaking like a bird, and looked very impatient.
The shop owner also kicked him: "Stop talking nonsense and leave quickly. We have professional ethics. Do you understand our professional ethics?"
To put it bluntly, killers make money by killing their own kind.
There is no bottom line for money.
How can such a person talk about such bullshit professional ethics?
Yang Bei rolled his eyes in his heart, but the performance still had to continue. He suddenly turned around and hugged the shop owner's thigh, tears streaming down his face, and wailed: "Please, don't kill me! I don't want to die -
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Such an ugly appearance made the shop owner burst into laughter.
He punched Yang Bei hard on the shoulder and sneered: "Do you think crying will help?"
The birdman behind also started laughing.
"It seems that the way I am begging for mercy is to their liking."
Yang Bei's eyes flickered, and he guessed correctly. The store owner fully understood Yang Bei's information before coming. This is the professional quality of a killer.
He also knew that Yang Bei was quite happy.
He was obviously a young doctor who came from the mountains, but he had excellent medical skills and was quite popular in the local area.
Moreover, this boy is also very lucky. He has a girlfriend who is the richest girl in Jiangbei. She is beautiful and rich.
And not long ago, he arrogantly beat up the number one young man in Xiangcheng.
The store owner really wanted to take out his mobile phone and take a few photos of Yang Bei begging for mercy, and then send them to Qian Shaolong as an extra gift for this business.
As a killer, reputation is still very important.
The shop owner patted Yang Bei's face. He enjoyed the scene of Yang Bei kneeling down and begging. It made him look aloof, like a god who could control the life and death of others.
But the difference is that God has a brain.
But when people pretend to compare, they have no brains.
He didn't notice at all that a silver needle was already aimed at his ankle.
"Boy, you're going to die tonight. Even the gods can't save you. Leave now, or I'll shoot you right now -"
As soon as he finished speaking, his ankle suddenly went numb, and then his whole body lost his balance and he stumbled to the ground.
Why does my ankle suddenly go numb?
Of course he didn't know that in ancient Chinese research, there were things called acupuncture points on the human body.
As long as you press the appropriate acupoints with the appropriate intensity, different effects will occur.
For example, some acupuncture points can facilitate defecation.
Some acupuncture points can also temporarily paralyze a person's legs.
In an instant, Yang Bei, who had been pitifully begging for mercy a second ago, suddenly became violent. Have you ever seen a cat hunting for prey?
One second he was still, but the next moment he pressed forward and stepped on the shop owner's brainstem. The shop owner didn't even scream, so he rolled his eyes.
At this time, the birdman behind who was speaking bird language had already reacted. Even though it was dark and the rain had covered the rain curtain, blocking people's sight, the birdman could still hear the sound of the two people fighting.
The birdman also wondered: Why did the person who was lying on the ground just now begging for mercy suddenly get violent and hurt others?
One moment he was still laughing at Yang Bei's companions, and the next moment he fell to the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead?
Seeing Yang Bei's figure rushing towards him again, Birdman was startled and quickly pulled out his pistol from his waist.
Aim at that shadow and shoot.
boom!
A bunch of blood flowers exploded in the rain.
The corners of Birdman's lips curled up: He would not panic just because the situation changed.
In addition to being in prison, he also fought his life on the battlefield in the East. He knows that in war, the most important thing is not how accurate your marksmanship is or how big your muscles are.
It's about how calm you are.
The calmer you are, the faster your reaction will be.
His shot was aimed at Yang Bei's heart.
It's a pity though, because Yang Bei drifted slightly during the movement.
"ah!"
Yang Bei staggered, but did not fall: his left arm was shot.
It hurts.
If it were anyone else, their muscles would be unable to control the pain at this level, and they would definitely lose their fighting power, just like the two gangsters who were beaten by the beautiful girl named Meihua in the alley this morning.
But Yang Bei is different.
He knew very well what pain felt like.
Five years ago, he was fished out of the river. In the five years since he came down from the mountain, he has been tortured by the injuries in his body almost day and night.
From bone to skin.
From the nerves to the internal organs.
The old man said that he had been to Jiuyou and had tasted the pain of hell.
The gunshot wound was very painful, but he endured it.
Yang Bei also knows a truth: when faced with a narrow road, the brave may not necessarily win, but once he is intimidated, he will definitely die.
So after receiving a shot, he retreated instead of advancing, and directly slapped the birdman in the face with a packet of powder. Fortunately, he was right-handed. Although his left arm was too painful to move, he could still shoot with his right hand.