Chen Ming was stunned for a moment and said: "No, I was bullied by this kid too."
"Humph!" Baza continued to walk forward.
"This kid dares to bully us, we must not let him go," Chen Ming said angrily.
"What do you want?" Baza ducked into a wooden house.
This house is Bazaar's residence.
When he arrived at his residence, Baza washed his face with cold water. Just staring into Guo Yi's eyes, he seemed to have seen a devil. So, he planned to wake himself up.
On the side, Chen Ming said hurriedly: "I know you have a gun, why not..."
Bazaar suddenly froze.
Obviously, he was moved.
The humiliation Guo Yi gave himself today will definitely be something he will never forget in this life. Even if he uses a gun to kill that kid, so what?
"Huh, this is illegal." Baza shook his head.
"Brother Baza, what's the point of this, do you still care about whether it's illegal?" Chen Ming was anxious, and he leaned over and said: "Besides, as long as you do it without anyone noticing, you can shoot him
After knocking it down, and then throwing it under the snowy mountain, who can find it?"
Baza was even more excited.
Because what Chen Ming said was exactly what he thought.
Guo Yi has completely angered himself, and he has put himself on the pillar of shame. He will never be able to wash away his shame in this life. He can only wash away his shame with his life and blood.
If Guo Yi doesn't die, his shame will never be wiped out.
Bazaar holds a glass in his hand.
boom!
His hands were full of anger, and he crushed the glass in his hand instantly. A large piece of glass penetrated into the flesh in his hand, but he didn't feel it at all. Instead, he was immersed in the scene of abusing Guo Yi in his inner fantasy.
Once a certain evil thought is formed in the human heart.
Then, this evil thought will grow in his heart like a seed and take root. No matter what, you will never forget it.
And in Baza's heart, a demonic thought has formed.
Even after Chen Ming left, Baza had been thinking about how to destroy Guo Yi.
I thought about it for a long time.
At this time, someone ran over in a hurry.
"Baza, no, it's not good!" The dark-skinned man gasped.
"What's the matter?" Baza asked.
"Barter and the others are all dead!" the dark-skinned man said hurriedly: "They were shot through their foreheads. It looked like bullets."
"What?!" Baza jumped up immediately.
When he was in the bar before, Bazaar thought that Bart and the others were just in a coma, but he didn't expect that they were actually dead?
Before the man could speak, Baza hurriedly rushed out.
The bodies of Bart and others have been carried out and placed in an abandoned cabin. Also inside were some of Bazaar's younger brothers, who were all crowded together.
Get out of the way.
"What's going on?" Baza asked.
"It must be that boy!" the younger brother gritted his teeth.
"Him?" Bazaar was stunned for a moment.
He immediately squatted down and began to check the other party's wounds. There was an obvious bullet hole between his eyebrows. Soon, Baza shook his head: "This is not a bullet mark."
"What is this if it's not a bullet?" the younger brother asked.
"I don't know yet, but judging from the traces here, these are indeed not bullet traces!" Baza said seriously.
If it were a bullet mark, there would never be such a neat gap. Moreover, the bullet contained gunpowder, and there should be black burns on the wound between the eyebrows, but there is none here. It is very clean. Bazaar doesn’t know what this is.
Something's going on.
Sudden!
Bazaar thought of something in his mind.
Before Bart and the others fell down, the boy was leaning on the sofa, holding a red wine glass in his left hand, and tapping the fingers of his right hand lightly inside the red wine glass.
"It must be him!" Baza gritted his teeth and said, "This kid must have done some witchcraft and killed our brother."
"Boss Bazaar, what should we do now?" the younger brother on the side asked hurriedly.
"Tooth for tooth, blood for blood." Bazaar was angry.
The younger brother smiled bitterly and said: "This guy is very powerful, we are no match for him at all."
"No matter how good your kung fu is, you can knock him down with one shot." Baza squinted his eyes and said, "Isn't this guy great at kung fu? Then I will use my gun. I don't believe it. I can't beat him with my gun.
?"
The younger brother was stunned for a moment: "Brother Baza, we are under strict control. Once firearms are used, we will definitely be severely punished."
"Hmph, he killed our brother, are we just going to watch him get away with it?" Bazaar was angry.
"Otherwise, let's call the police!" the younger brother said hurriedly.
"Call the police? Is it useful to call the police?" Baza smiled disdainfully and said: "Besides, what this kid performed was witchcraft. There were so many people watching at the scene. Everyone can prove that he did not use firearms. Since he did not use firearms, what?
Kill so many people at once?"
The brothers heard it.
Isn't this causing trouble for yourself?
So many people have died on their own territory, but the only suspect has enough charges to clear away the suspicion. In the end, I am afraid that I will pursue Brother Baza for alleged sexual harassment, and even ask him to explain how these brothers died.
No one knows how Bart and the others died.
Therefore, the younger brothers were a little at a loss.
Baza gritted his teeth and said: "Listen to me, that's right. We can only use guns. We fired the guns secretly to ensure that no one knows who did it."
"Okay!" The younger brother nodded immediately.
Just do it.
Baza immediately went to his warehouse to look for his weapons.
It was an imitation AK rifle, and it happened to have a magazine of bullets. This gun had always been kept intact by Bazaar.
Baza walked into the warehouse and took out a wooden box from the warehouse.
He pried open the wooden box, which was wrapped in a layer of anti-rust cloth.
There is still grease on the anti-rust cloth.
Baza gently opened the rust-proof cloth, and inside was a pitch-black rifle, emitting bursts of dark light in the dim light, with a murderous look. When Baza saw the gun, a look of anger appeared on his face.
A cold smile.
There was a hint of ferocity and distortion in that smile.
"Boy, let me see how you can escape today." Baza gritted his teeth and said.
Then, he took out the rifle and carefully wiped it clean with a cloth. He also carefully checked the bullets in the magazine. There were exactly twenty-four bullets in one magazine, but there were only twenty bullets in it.
Once these twenty bullets are fired, there will be no more bullets left.
Because Baza accidentally found this rifle in a corner at the foot of the mountain, so he secretly took it away.
