At the first glimmer of dawn.
The Whisperer Pub was closing time.
The drunken men were mercilessly thrown out by Scarface and a few brawny men.
In the office, Chung Shen-soo watched as Smith calculated the earnings.
The table was filled with colourful US dollar notes, as well as various gold pounds and tokens … it was a dazzling sight.
"A total of 572 dollars and 36 cents!"
Ten minutes later, Smith raised his head and exclaimed with a tone of amazement, "Because this batch of alcohol has no cost, we only need to deduct some negligible wages and bonuses for Nuoding Hill. The rest is pure profit!"
"Not bad."
Chung Shen-soo nodded and took the bag full of money. "Is there anything else?"
"The alcohol in the wine cellar is running low …"
Smith explained a situation.
"The location of the pharmacy and equipment have already been prepared. However, no matter how fast the raw materials come, fermenting into alcohol will take time. We have a gap to fill."
Chung Shen-soo nodded and turned to Scarface. "Have you found out?"
"Yes. The incident last time was done by the Moore Bandit Gang. There are only six of them, and every one of them is a habitual robber and murderer … they are currently looking for a way to sell their alcohol."
Scarface's face revealed a trace of malevolence.
No matter who it was, they would never forget this grudge after being shot.
"Very well, we will go rob them. They should have stored quite a lot of alcohol. Although the quality is low, after some distillation and refinement, it should be barely usable."
Chung Shen-soo nodded.
… …
The Moore Bandit Gang was the one that robbed Ol 'Seadog's caravan.
Before this, Ol 'Seadog had asked the Nuoding Hill family to look for clues. However, even if they were to retrieve the illicit alcohol through the Nuoding Hill family, they would have to hand over a larger portion to the gang.
After all, the Nuoding Hill family were not good people and would not work for him for free.
This time, Chung Shen-soo intended to take action himself and avenge Levi Mojito.
Noon.
The sun hung high in the sky, sprinkling down its radiant rays.
A black horse carriage slowly drove out of the city and arrived outside a warehouse in the suburbs.
In the carriage, Scarface and two other men were arranging the guns in their hands.
Other than the scar-faced man with a cold temperament, the other two were bodyguards hired from the bar. Although they had passed the scar-faced man's test, there was still a gap between them and a real gunman.
At this moment, all of them were holding revolvers, their palms trembling with excitement or fear.
Chung Shen-soo glanced sideways at Scar Face. Scar Face immediately raised his hands in surrender. "There's no other way, boss … The really good lads have all gone to Notting Mountain, Lake, or Gambi …"
Looking at the two fellows who had their heads lowered, Chung Shen-soo rolled his eyes. "Fine, I don't intend to let you guys fight at the frontlines this time anyway. It's fine as long as you guys can help us finish off the gunfire and clean up the battlefield after the battle."
As he spoke, he checked the gun in his hand.
It was a revolver with a unique design. The body of the gun glowed with a bright silver luster, and the gun butt had a beautiful arc. It was obvious that it was made by a high-quality gun workshop with superb craftsmanship.
Other than that, there was also a typewriter. Although its firepower was strong, after it was filled with bullets, it could be emptied in a few seconds. After that, it became a fire stick.
"Are you sure that the warehouse in front is the Moore Gang's stronghold?"
Chung Shen-soo loaded the gun and asked the last question.
After getting Scar Face's confirmation, a smile appeared on his face. "Everyone thinks that the ambush will happen at night … But they don't know that during the day, after lunch, people will also be very relaxed. There's also the illusory sense of security brought by the light … It can also be our cover.
"As for sneaking in and what happens afterward? As long as we kill everyone we see, it will be a perfect crime without witnesses … "
He touched the space between his eyebrows.
Because of the [Herder]'s latent influence, this body's spiritual perception was very high.
At this moment, he felt a little pain in the space between his eyebrows. He seemed to see a sea of blood before his eyes, and his body trembled slightly.
"It's a little dangerous, but within the acceptable range."
'Interesting … Could it be that there is someone in the Moore Gang who can make me feel threatened?'
Chung Shen-soo licked his lips and made a gesture. "Move!"
…
Outside the warehouse.
A figure wearing a black trench coat and a cowboy hat with a typewriter on his shoulder casually walked to the door.
Chung Shen-soo pointed his gun at the door and suddenly pulled the trigger.
Tat! Tat!
The tongue of fire was rampant, and countless bullets were released in an instant.
A lot of holes appeared on the door.
After emptying the clip, Chung Shen-soo kicked the door open and saw a messy warehouse.
The tables and chairs were in a mess, and cards and wine glasses were scattered everywhere.
In the pool of blood, there were three corpses that looked like a hornet's nest.
These fellows were originally sitting in a circle playing cards, but Zhong Shenxiu caught them all in one fell swoop.
Other than that, there was a trembling guy who had curled up into a ball. It seemed like he was lucky that the bullets didn't hit him.
He raised his hands and shouted, "Don't shoot!"
"The Moore Gang?!"
Chung Shen-soo frowned. This resistance seemed to be weaker than he had imagined, which was completely different from the slight sense of danger he had felt earlier.
Compared to the truth, he trusted his intuition more.
"Okay, now tell me, where did the other two go?"
He asked casually, throwing away the typewriter in his hand.
"They are …" the survivor answered shakily.
The survivor replied with a trembling voice. He rolled his eyes and secretly reached for his waist, wanting to pull out the revolver at his waist and fire it.
The next moment …
Chung Shen-soo drew the revolver faster than he could, and a cloud of smoke rose from the exquisite revolver.
The gangster in front of him had already fallen.
"Trying to draw a gun with me? Do you have a death wish?"
Zhong Shenxiu sighed. With his experience and subtle control of his body, whether it was his spear drawing technique or other spear techniques, he had already reached the peak level of an ordinary human. If this bandit wanted to play a cowboy game with him, he was simply seeking death.
Thinking that, Chung Shen-soo slowly walked into the warehouse.
He stepped on the blood-stained cards with his black leather shoes.
In the pool of blood and alcohol, Chung Shen-soo's intuition suddenly felt a sense of danger.
He instinctively dodged to the side, dodged a shot, and raised his hand to shoot.
The ambusher was hiding behind a metal cabinet, in a blind spot, but it was useless!
The bullet fired from Chung Shen-soo's revolver hit the wall behind him, sputtered, and accurately hit the ambusher in the back.
He screamed, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.
"Using the principle of bullet sputtering, calculating the trajectory, and hitting the enemy from an incredible angle. This is the Chung family's gunfighting technique …"
Chung Shen-soo walked over and saw a fierce-looking white youth lying in a pool of blood, still trying to reach a gun.
He walked over and kicked away the shotgun that the other party was trying to reach.
"There are six people in your gang, and there are five here. Where is the last one?"
As Chung Shen-soo asked, he stepped on the man's palm with his leather shoes and kept exerting force.
"Spare me! Forgive me!"
The white youth's face contorted, and large amounts of tears flowed from his eyes. Extreme fear appeared on his face.
"Tell me!" Chung Shen-soo repeated.
Behind him, the scarred man and the other two also ran over. They looked at the corpses on the ground, their faces filled with disbelief.
To be able to kill so many fierce bandits by himself, Li Wei's skills were definitely unimaginable.
"I'll tell you!" The bandit looked like he was on the verge of collapse. "Our boss … is drinking in the wine warehouse behind us … He's probably drunk."
Chung Shen-soo sighed.
He had long known that as desperados, how could they resist the temptation of alcohol, knowing that they would never see the light of day?
Now that they had the chance, they would definitely enjoy it.
"Forgive me!"
Looking at the white youth weeping bitterly, Zhong Shenxiu suddenly had a memory. That night outside the birch forest, it seemed that it was this pair of eyes that had grinned fiendishly and shot bullets into Levi Mojito's body.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, and the other party's head exploded.
"I'm only responsible for sending you to see God. As for whether he forgives you, that's his business!"
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