"Wang Yaozu, let me ask you a question!" Han Jiang put a gun to Zong Yi's head, stuck his head in the corridor and shouted loudly.
There was no sound at all below, and only his own shouts echoed in the corridor. The atmosphere became extremely weird for a while, which made Han Jiang look more and more anxious. What happened downstairs?
What are the police doing now?
Why is there no fucking sound at all?
Whether he was in the police force or a robber later, he had never experienced such a strange situation, which made Han Jiang feel at a loss for a while.
Chen Zhibin also frowned. If something went wrong, he would be a monster. Wang Yaozu must have done something wrong again, but what exactly was it?
Airborne?
Impossible, didn’t you hear the sound of the helicopter?
What is that?
Suddenly, as if he felt something, Chen Zhibin turned around suddenly and saw a head suddenly popping up from the window. Wang Yaozu grabbed his right arm on the edge of the window and exerted force. The person jumped up, and his left arm suddenly reached in and held it firmly.
Looking out the window, his eyes instantly met with Chen Zhibin's.
Chen Zhibin's eyes widened in horror, and he opened his mouth to scream. Wang Yaozu almost saw his little tongue, and at this critical moment, a golden Desert Eagle appeared on his free right hand out of thin air.
Desert Eagle: 100% hit on first shot
(PS: Effective distance 20 meters)
His finger pulled the trigger, and there was a gunshot. Chen Zhibin knew that Wang Yaozu was the actual combat gun king. His face turned pale and his whole body went limp. He sat down on the ground, and it hurt so much!
The pain from his butt made him wake up instantly. He was not dead?
Wang Yaozu missed the mark?
Turning his head, he saw that the back of Han Jiang's head exploded, and most of his head flew away. The gun in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. The body with half the head missing shook twice and leaned against the wall, and then slipped down completely.
, leaving large pools of blood stains on the wall.
The sudden gunshots and Han Jiang's death stunned the remaining four ghost kings. There was another gunshot, and the agent's neck was broken in half, leaving only a little flesh connected to his head.
It wasn't until this moment that the remaining three people realized what they were doing and suddenly turned around. They saw Wang Yaozu with a murderous look hanging on the window edge with one hand, and the golden Desert Eagle in his hand pulled the trigger one after another, "Boom", "Boom" and "Boom" three times.
Gunshots rang out.
The space in the room was not large, and the distance between the two sides was only five meters. It was not that the three of them had not thought of resisting, but they could not even aim in a hurry. Between life and death, the fear reached a certain level, and their movements were deformed. Wang Yaozu did not feel anything at all.
threaten.
At this point, all the Ghost King Party is on the street!
The right hand holding the gun was on the window sill. Wang Yaozu jumped in directly. He sat on the window sill, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Chen Zhibin, playing with the golden desert eagle in his hand, "Guess, I
Are there any bullets in the gun?"
"I, I, I..." Chen Zhibin swallowed his saliva, sat on the ground on his hands and knees and stepped back. He opened his mouth and wanted to fight for his last chance. If he surrendered, he would survive!
It was obviously impossible for Wang Yaozu to give him this opportunity. Chen Zhibin just watched as the golden Desert Eagle somehow turned into an ordinary Glock. There was a gunshot, a bullet hit the center of his eyebrow, and a hole popped out of the back of his head.
Brains mixed with broken bones and blood sprayed all over Zong Yi's head and face behind Chen Zhibin.
"Not everyone can surrender." Wang Yaozu jumped down from the window with a sneer, as if he didn't see Zong Yi, and just looked around the room.
Not mentioning the corpses, the four black suitcases visiting the corner attracted Wang Yaozu's attention. He walked towards Zong Yi. Wang Yaozu looked at him expressionlessly, "Tell me, were you kidnapped by them or are you the employer behind the Ghost King Party?"
?”
"I am, I am, I was kidnapped." Zong Yi was frightened out of his mind. He usually spoke fiercely, and he also made a fortune from a side job, but he had never experienced real life or death. He was the one Mr. Ye was talking about.
It was the first time that so many people died around him, and he was so scared that he peed.
"Whose thing is that?" Wang Yaozu smiled and pointed to the black box in the corner.
"Me, mine."
"Then you are here to trade, and you are the mastermind behind it. Otherwise, what would you do with the money?"
"I'm not, I didn't bring it." Zong Yi finally reacted and immediately denied it.
"That is to say, you didn't bring any money and you haven't seen any money, right?" Wang Yaozu smiled even happier. No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.
"No, no!" He wanted to earn money after it was gone. He was afraid that he had killed Wang Yaozu, who had the money, so he would shoot him back now. But he saw with his own eyes that Chen Zhibin, who wanted to surrender, had no chance to say anything.
Complete.
"Do you know that guy?" Wang Yaozu pointed at Chen Zhibin.
"He, he is...?" Zong Yi didn't know how to answer at all.
"He is an undercover agent, remember?"
"Remember, remember." Zong Yi nodded hurriedly.
"Then how did he die?"
"Been, beaten to death by the Ghost King's Party, yes!" Zong Yi said quickly.
"Well, not bad, very good." Wang Yaozu patted Zong Yi on the shoulder and then stood up.
It's not that Wang Yaozu is soft-hearted, it's because he doesn't have any evidence of Zong Yi's crime. Chen Zhibin had always used a landline to contact Zong Yi before, and he only found out this guy's information after he appeared here and was seen by Fang Yiwei. He knew that he was the origin of everything, but when
It's really hard for him to do something in front of the public, especially since this guy has left the country.
"Okay, go out by yourself." Wang Yaozu kicked Zong Yi's butt and gestured toward the outside.
"Okay, okay." Zong Yi wanted to get up, but his legs gave out. He sat on the ground again, holding on to the wall three times before he stood up. His clothes and pants were all soaked, and the smell of urine mixed with the smell of blood made Wang Yaozu disgusted.
Take two steps back.
Seeing this guy entering the corridor, raising his hands in the air, shouting that I was a hostage, and moving towards the stairs, Wang Yaozu turned over and walked back to the corner, ran his hands over the four boxes, and put the boxes into the inventory.
Then he shouted with satisfaction: "Li Ying, everyone come up!"
Hearing the shout, he knew that Wang Yaozu had taken care of everything. Li Ying waved his hand, and a group of people rushed up and controlled the angry Zong Yi immediately.
Little Fatty also followed up, carrying a camera and just glanced at Han Jiang's body. The real person froze in place, turned around suddenly, and began to vomit uncontrollably. The picture lasted only a few seconds, in front of the TV in Hong Kong.
Many of the audience also vomited.
Half of the head was beaten off, which was much more impactful than the ones in the movies.
After driving Xiao Pangdun away on the grounds that the scene was too bloody for broadcast, Wang Yaozu stopped Mo Zhiwen's shoulder and said: "I'm sorry, I originally wanted you to take revenge in person, but I didn't expect these guys to make trouble, so I have to advance
Dealt with it.”
"No, thank you Brother Yao for helping me take revenge." Looking over the pile of corpses, Mo Zhiwen's eyes flashed with joy.
If he was really caught and sent to jail, he would never be willing to accept it.