If she were an ordinary woman, she would probably tremble all over when holding a gun, but Yingzi wouldn't, because she is Zhang Gongming's wife, and she has seen blood and fighting.
"Brother, what do you mean?"
The mustache's eyes widened and he looked at the monkey: "I've given you the money, but you still want to kill them all?"
"It's precisely because you gave me the money that you won't give up. You group of desperadoes are not easy to mess with. You must kill them all. Otherwise, you will inevitably have a lot of trouble in the future." Monkey said with a sinister smile.
"Do you really want to kill us?" Mustache raised his eyebrows.
"No, who said I was going to kill you? I am a law-abiding citizen, how could I kill someone?" Monkey shook his head.
"Beauty, do you hate them?" Monkey looked at Yingzi and grabbed her hand.
"Hate." Yingzi nodded.
"How much hate?" the monkey asked.
"I wish I could kill them." Yingzi looked ferocious.
"Then what are you waiting for?" The monkey smiled and said, "Just shoot."
"But I won't..."
"I said, if you don't know how to shoot, I can teach you." Monkey smiled.
Mustache said coldly: "Everyone come together!"
Everyone raised their knives and ran towards the monkey.
"Pull the trigger!" the monkey said coldly.
"You are only responsible for pulling the trigger, and I am responsible for aiming it for you." Monkey said in Yingzi's ear.
"quick!"
The moment Yingzi pulled the trigger, the monkey suddenly turned around.
There was a bang.
A brain blossomed.
This group of people was not frightened, but rushed over even faster.
The monkey grabbed Yingzi's hand and stood behind her. When the monkey said to shoot, Yingzi pulled the trigger. Every time he pulled it, he would be accompanied by the sight of a head blooming.
Finally, there was only one bullet left in the gun.
On the opposite side, only Mustache was left standing there.
Mustache's shoulders were injured and he couldn't hold a knife or fight.
Seeing his brother's tragic death, Mustache's face showed a look of ferocity and despair.
"It's the last one, do it yourself." Monkey let go of Yingzi's hand.
Both of Mustache's arms are disabled. At this time, he is no different from a disabled person.
Yingzi was still a little frightened when she looked at the corpses all over the ground.
Half a minute later, Yingzi walked out of the fright.
Yingzi walked towards Mustache: "You deserve to die!"
There was a bang, and Yingzi shot Mustache directly in the head.
The gun was out of bullets, and Yingzi threw the gun on the ground.
Monkey pulled out Mustache's cell phone and handed it to Yingzi: "Hurry up and call your husband. Let's see how many people you killed."
"Hey, women are so scary." The monkey shook his head and sighed.
Yingzi was speechless, couldn't you kill these people?
"By the way, when your husband comes, don't mention me to him. If he asks, just say that these people are fighting each other to share the spoils and die together."
"I'm not very good at making up stories. You should make up your own. In short, don't tell me. I brought you here and ran away. I didn't take the money." The monkey said to him.
Yingzi asked: "Do you understand what I mean?"
Yingzi nodded: "Understood."
"Well, that's good, brother, let's go." Monkey grinned and looked at Yingzi: "How do you women take care of your hands? Why are they so smooth and tender!"
Yingzi's face changed and she seemed a little angry.
The monkey got into the car and left.
Back at the bar, Uncle Qian looked at bags of money one after another and asked hurriedly: "Monkey, what's going on? I asked you to send money. How did you get the money back again?"
"And it seems there are more?" Uncle Qian looked confused.
"Uncle Qian, I snatched this." Monkey told Uncle Qian what happened just now.
"Hey, that woman won't reveal your identity, right?" Uncle Qian said worriedly: "If your identity is exposed, then we will all be exposed..."
"Don't worry, Uncle Qian, that woman won't dare." Monkey smiled confidently: "Besides, I saved her."
...
After the monkey left, Yingzi called Zhang Gongming.
The person who answered the phone was Boss Lin.
"Yingzi, where are you?" Boss Lin asked hurriedly.
"I'm in a small alley on Qinglong Road. Come pick me up quickly. By the way, uncle, I killed someone." Yingzi said.
"You killed someone? Yingzi, who did you kill?"
"I...I killed everyone." Yingzi said hesitantly.
Not to mention that Boss Lin didn't believe this, even Yingzi couldn't believe that these people actually died under his own gun.
"Hey, are you scared to death?" Boss Lin sighed, hung up the phone, and took people to the small alley Yingzi mentioned.
The moment he found Yingzi, Zhang Gongming immediately ran up, hugged Yingzi, and held her tightly.
Boss Lin looked at the corpses on the ground and fell into panic.
Boss Lin is a man who has seen the world. He has been around all his life and has seen all kinds of scenes. But looking at this scene, his brain felt a little numb.
Looking at the muzzle on each corpse's head, Boss Lin looked at Yingzi and asked: "Yingzi, you killed all of these?"
"Yes...yes." Yingzi nodded.
"Yingzi, you said you killed all these people?" Boss Lin asked again: "Every shot hit their heads."
"When did you become a sharpshooter?" Boss Lin said in disbelief.
Yingzi said stupidly: "I was so frightened at the time that I grabbed their money and started beating them randomly, but all of them were hit."
"What a coincidence?"
Boss Lin is not a three-year-old child, so there is no such thing as a coincidence.
This chance is equivalent to winning the lottery.
"Yingzi, don't lie to uncle." Boss Lin said.
Zhang Gongming pulled Yingzi into the car and typed to Mr. Lin: "As long as Yingzi is safe."
What Zhang Gongming meant was that no matter who killed these people, he didn't want to ask questions anymore.
In Zhang Gongming's eyes, as long as Yingzi is still alive, nothing else matters.
"The man is dead, where is the money?" Boss Lin looked around with wide eyes.
He scanned around and didn't see a dime.
Boss Lin is more concerned about the more than 15 million people than who killed the people like Mustache!
Why did that money disappear out of thin air?
Boss Lin ran over and asked Yingzi, but Yingzi said that she had killed someone just now and was frightened. During this time, a beggar ran over and the beggar took the money away.
Boss Lin didn't believe Yingzi's words, but he didn't ask any more questions.
He knew that Yingzi would not tell the truth.
"Find someone to clean up quickly. There are so many corpses. If someone sees them, it will be a big trouble." Boss Lin said with a headache.
It took more than three hours to clear the alley.
However, there was still a strong smell of blood surrounding the place.
"This group of people really came prepared."
Looking at these motorcycles, Boss Lin frowned. He suddenly thought of a group of people.
"Is it them?"
Boss Lin couldn't believe it. More than ten years ago, a gang appeared in Donghai, which was the Speeding Gang.
These speedster gangs initially relied on robbing things to survive. Later, they became bigger and bigger and began to rob gold stores and banks. Later, after they were wanted, they disappeared and left the East China Sea.
"No wonder they look so familiar." Boss Lin went over and took another look at the corpse, and smiled coldly: "It turns out these people have all undergone plastic surgery."
"But why do they dare to go back to the East China Sea... and deal with my nephew specifically? I didn't offend them." At this time, Boss Lin fell into deep doubts.
Zhang Gongming took Yingzi back home, and Yingzi said with some distress: "Your throat..."
"I...I...it's okay." Zhang Gongming stammered, his voice still not recovering.
Yingzi wanted to take Zhang Gongming to the hospital for a check-up, but Zhang Gongming shook his head, meaning he would not go.
When they got to the bed and were about to lie down, Yingzi suddenly took out Xiaozi's mobile phone and handed it to Zhang Gongming.
"Obviously, I'm going to show you something, but you have to promise me not to take revenge," Yingzi said.
Zhang Gongming looked at the text message records on his mobile phone, and his whole body trembled with anger: "It's...them?"