"Fuck!" Zhang Ziqiang, who had just walked down the stairs, watched as Wang Yaozu used force and pulled down a whole piece of irregular graffiti wall.
I walked down quickly and stared at the piece of graffiti on Wang Yaozu's hand. It turned out to be a pattern of a hell ghost face on the entire graffiti wall.
And this piece is not a wall tile, but a carved wooden board. The wooden board is painted with paint. It is no different from the surrounding walls at all.
The entire board was about two square meters in size. After Wang Yaozu pulled the whole board down, he saw a safe that was as tall as one person hidden behind it.
"How did you find out, clairvoyance!" Zhang Ziqiang looked at the dumbfounded guy holding the severed hand. It was obvious that this guy didn't reveal it himself, and when the wooden boards were originally inlaid on it, it was so tight that it couldn't be seen.
Even the three people locked in the cage didn't know there was a safe behind it.
Throwing a wall panel in his hand to the ground, Wang Yaozu turned to look at Zhang Ziqiang, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, "Who am I? How can I be your big brother if I don't have this ability? It's very simple. Calculate the space. It's obvious.
, the width of the basement is 1.5 meters less than the width of the upstairs. Excluding the thickness of the foundation, it is still 0.75 meters less. Where did this part go!"
Seeing Wang Yaozu walking past him with a confident and calm face, regardless of whether others believed it or not, Zhang Ziqiang couldn't believe it. Isn't it too mysterious?
There's a guy above who can't even see the opponent's shooting speed with his eyes wide open, here he comes again!
"You will tell me the password to this safe, right?" Wang Yaozu walked up to the guy with the broken hand, helped him up, and said with a smile on his face.
"I, I don't know either. Only the boss knows what the password is." The man shook his head in horror.
"Will you lie to me like this? This is not good!" Wang Yaozu shook his head with a look of regret on his face. He stretched out his hand and gently pulled off the butterfly knife from his waist. He shook his hand and made a knife show.
There was a flash of white light, and the tip of the knife pierced directly into the man's severed hand.
"Ahhhhhh!!!!" The man raised his head and screamed, violently breaking away from Wang Yaozu's restraint and falling to the ground. The butterfly knife was inserted along the broken arm for more than ten centimeters. The man fainted from the pain.
I woke up again and repeated it several times. The screams were so fierce that I heard the three people in the cage covering their ears and shivering.
Walking forward, Wang Yaozu knelt down and looked at the man, "Tell me if it hurts. Tell me if it hurts. How about I help you pull it out."
As he said that, he stepped on the man and reached out to grab the handle of the butterfly knife. While the man was struggling painfully, Wang Yaozu gently, slowly, slowly pulled out the blade bit by bit.
"Now, can you tell me?" The butterfly knife wiped the blood on the man's face, "I don't want to hear any nonsense."
"Yes, yes, yes, give me a pleasure." The man nodded quickly. At this moment, he no longer wanted to live but only wanted to die.
"That's right!" Wang Yaozu smiled with satisfaction.
After getting the password, Abu opened the huge safe, and immediately, a pile of US dollars fell out.
Wang Yaozu glanced at it and didn't care anymore. Looking at the size of the safe, he knew that even if it was full of US dollars, it wouldn't be much. It would be 40 million at most.
"Don't tell me I only have this little money." Wang Yaozu looked at the man stepping on his feet with a smile again, and gave a slight smile, which made the man tremble in fright.
"There is really only so much, all the money is here." The man immediately cursed and swore: "Those drug addicts also have money."
Wang Yaozu turned his head and glanced at the drug addicts, his face a little ugly, "Damn, they are a bunch of poor people who don't even have money, and they are still trying to become gangsters."
He didn't think the other party would dare to lie to him in this situation, so the only possibility was that he really had no money.
It is said that drug sales in the United States exceed hundreds of billions of dollars a year. Damn it, these guys are so poor. Do they all pay taxes?
The butterfly knife flew up and down in his hand for a while. Suddenly, the knife flashed and pierced the man's brain from his eye socket. The man twitched and stopped moving.
After the interrogation was completed on his side, except for the three who were on guard on the first floor, everyone else came down to move money.
Everyone saw the three iron cages and the naked people inside. Everyone opened their mouths, but when Wang Yaozu didn't say anything, they didn't ask any more questions.
Things like moving money must be very positive at the beginning, but as time goes by, they gradually become less optimistic, just like Aqu and the others now.
"Fortunately, the money is not much." Aqu sighed.
Wang Yaozu opened his mouth and wanted to slap him. What's the good thing about not having much money...
It was indeed not much, less than 30 million in total. Before the money was emptied, Wang Yaozu thought for a moment and rushed out three stacks and threw them next to the three iron cages. Then he raised his hand and said "bang", "bang" and "bang"
Six shots were fired, and the locks and chains of the iron cage were broken.
What will happen to the three of them after that is beyond his control, Wang Yaozu.
Leaving the basement to the first floor, looking at about twenty guys who were still alive, Wang Yaozu picked up a Remington from the corpses on the ground and patted it in his hand, "Now I give you a choice, or I will shoot you."
Beat you to death or break your legs. Choose one."
"Come on, you choose first!" Wang Yaozu pointed his gun at the guy closest to him.
"I..." This is a man, wearing a white shirt and black trousers. At first glance, he looks like a standard white-collar elite. In San Francisco, someone dressed like this is probably a high-level computer scientist. He looks gentle and gentle. If you see him in other places,
, the first impression is definitely a favorable one.
However, the person who can come here must be a white supremacist. What he saw and heard downstairs has proved everything.
"I'll give you three seconds to choose." Wang Yaozu didn't bother to talk nonsense to him and was about to withdraw after moving the money.
so……
"Three!" "Bang!"
"It's your turn, you're going to die or have your leg broken." Wang Yaozu pointed his gun at a woman beside him who was screaming in fright.
"Broken leg, broken leg!" The woman trembled and stretched out her thigh.
Sure enough, violence may not be the best way to solve the problem, but it must be the fastest.
"I will satisfy your request!" Wang Yaozu picked up the Remington in his hand and smashed it. "Bang" and "ah" screams rang out. The woman hugged her calf and kept screaming, making the people next to her tremble in fear.
Wang Yaozu looked at the other one, who stretched out his legs without asking any questions.
Looking at the thighs in front of him, Wang Yaozu felt like he was playing whack-a-mole, with dubbing and screaming.
More than 20 legs were broken off here, and the transportation work downstairs was completed. The three people imprisoned downstairs also ran up, took a set of clothes from the dead man, and ran away without raising their heads.
Wang Yaozu didn't mind that he didn't receive any thanks from them, maybe it was because he looked a little scary with blood all over his body.