Although the kick seemed casual, the gunman's calf was bent at an obtuse angle of 90 degrees. White bone stubble could be seen. The gunman was in so much pain that he hugged his broken leg and rolled on the ground, screaming in pain. Cold sweat rolled down his forehead, how could he have the slightest intention to retaliate!
Sheyan ignored him and gave him a kick. Then, he turned his head and looked at Crab with a serious expression.
"My apologies, I forgot to introduce myself after so long. I am Sheyan, erm, my other identity is coincidentally the elder brother of Sanzi whom you captured. "
Crab retreated a few steps, his face revealing a look of disbelief.
"You ….. you ….. how is that possible?"
Sheyan raised his finger and shook it.
"Anything is possible."
When this advertising slogan came out from Sheyan's mouth, it didn't sound funny at all.
"Oh right, I have to regretfully inform you, if you don't tell me where Sanzi is in 10 seconds, then you will have to think of a way to apply for a disability certificate."
Crab panted heavily, probably due to the safety of the gun in his hand, he couldn't comprehend Sheyan's intentions. Sheyan was a man of his word. Hence, after 10 seconds, Crab's miserable screams reverberated throughout the gambling den. His left leg had been stomped down by Sheyan, causing a comminuted fracture and comminuted muscles. It seemed that amputation was the only option.
Although Crab fired another 3 shots at Sheyan, to his horror, one of the bullets directly bounced off Sheyan's head. As for the other 2 bullets, they penetrated deep into Sheyan's flesh, but Sheyan didn't care at all. His muscles loosened and contracted, as the deformed bullets were mercilessly squeezed out by his powerful muscles. Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop!
Such a bizarre and bizarre scene directly crushed Crab's heart, as he trembled and stammered out everything that happened.
As it turns out, Crab's' goods' had always been taken from the boss of the boss. After being exploited layer by layer, he didn't earn much. In the end, he got acquainted with several members of the Big Circle Gang, and through them, he established a connection with Vietnam. Taking goods directly from the seller, naturally he would be rolling in cash.
However, this matter could not be concealed forever. Crab's matter could not be hidden from his boss. He wanted to punish him according to his family's law. Crab was not a kind man either. With the help of the Vietnamese people, he decided to turn on his boss and kill him. He had guns and money in his hands, so naturally, his underlings would be obedient. Yet he was completely unaware that he had gradually become a puppet of the Vietnamese. At present, the two bodyguards beside him, were gunmen from Vietnam's Saigon.
Not long ago, news came from Vietnam, informing them to take note of a group of fishermen. Following that, the names and characteristics of this group of fishermen were revealed. Yesterday, someone came to report that they had seen the person they were looking for in a food stall nearby. As soon as he arrived, he caught Sanzi wolfing down a bowl of fish balls. Moreover, Sheyan wasn't as cowardly as they described him to be, his bones were tough. After interrogating him for an entire day, they still couldn't get anything out of him.
Of course, Sheyan managed to pry out the most important information from Crab's mouth. That was the location of Sanzi's imprisonment, it was a high class luxurious club not far from here. Of course, since that was where Crab resided, it naturally wouldn't be lacking in prostitution, gambling and drugs. Since Crab no longer had any value, Sheyan then interrogated the other gunman, but realized that guy's mouth was still as stubborn as before. Sheyan couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense with him, and directly broke his neck. Crab begged bitterly, but was unable to keep his little life.
Sheyan casually tidied up his body, his only worry was that his clothes were torn apart by bullets, walking out would be too unbearable. Thus, he casually found some clothes from the corpse and changed into them. He wasn't worried that the police would follow him like a shadow, for this kind of internal gang vendetta, and an extremely intense gunfight vendetta, even the police would be happy to see it happen.
Because if these armed gang members didn't die from the gunfire, then in the future when arresting them, it would be the police who braved their bullets to pursue the criminals, taking on this huge risk. Moreover, even if the police became serious, Sheyan wouldn't be worried. Don't look at the movies and TV shows where the police solve cases like gods, but in reality, their solving rate was less than 20%. Where would there be so many people like Sherlock Holmes who solved cases like gods? But then again, if the police really investigated Sheyan, the ones who should be worried should be them … ….
(Incidentally, the low solving rate is indeed not false. If you don't believe me, just look at the murderers. Look at those miserable murderers who ran off to participate in TV talent shows and got recognized. You can deduce many cruel facts. Because there may be murderers who participated in those shows but weren't recognized, but there are even more normal murderers who didn't even participate in those shows ….. Oh my god! Why are there so many murderers who weren't caught by the police!)
The high-class luxurious clubhouse where Sanzi was locked up wasn't too far away, it only took Sheyan 5 minutes. After entering the clubhouse, he tossed out 3000 HKD as a tip, and easily approached the top floor of the clubhouse. This place gave off a 'no entry' feeling of security. There were only two kinds of people who could stay here, either VIPs, or prisoners.
Obviously, Sheyan's low profile was forced to stop in front of the two burly guards. Even using the HKD to clear the way was of no use. Therefore, when Sheyan raised his toast and got splashed back at him, he could only ask them to drink as punishment. Fortunately, although Sheyan went on a killing spree today, he didn't go so far as to kill unrelated people. Thus, he only knocked them out and stuffed them into the storeroom at the side.
The top floor of the clubhouse was completely decorated in a Japanese style. The floor was decorated with clean tatami mats, and by the side was a simple yet elegant partition screen. There was even a flower bud shaped wall lamp, giving off an extremely serene atmosphere. Upon closer inspection, the top floor had at least a few dozen rooms. Previously, Crab only mentioned that Sanzi was locked up on the top floor for the convenience of the Vietnamese, and didn't mention the exact location. Sheyan didn't expect the top floor to be so spacious, he was afraid of alerting the gang members guarding Sanzi and causing unnecessary harm to Sanzi. Thus, he couldn't search room by room. Thus, he felt like a mouse trying to pull a turtle, with nowhere to start.
Helplessly, Sheyan dragged the two guards in and attempted to wake them up. Unfortunately, he was too ruthless with his actions, resulting in the two unlucky fellows falling into a deep coma. When Sheyan realized that this action was futile, he could only toss the two of them into a nearby power supply room and let them continue sleeping. He then put on a guard uniform and stood at the door, waiting for the other people to come in and out.
Normally, the clubhouse would only be bustling with activity after 6 pm. Right now, it was only noon, so naturally it was peaceful. Sheyan waited for a while before a graceful lady came in from outside the door. She was carrying a tray with an exquisite tea set on it. The lady looked gentle and elegant, and what was even rarer was that she had a very elegant temperament. She should be one of the top waitresses in the club.
When Sheyan saw her expression, he walked out and stood in front of her, saying, "Don't worry.
"Miss, may I ask where Crab bro stays?"
The young lady swept a disdainful glance at Sheyan's guard uniform, her brows arched as she ignored Sheyan and continued forward. Sheyan was afraid of long delays, after waiting for her for so long, how could he let her go so easily. His expression instantly turned gloomy, as he grabbed the young lady's clothes.
"Where does Crab live, speak!"
"Impudent!" The young lady's expression was cold as she loudly berated.
Sheyan was slightly stunned, he didn't expect this young lady to be a Japanese.
While Sheyan was still in shock, two young men dressed in black suits appeared from the passageway ahead. They were currently probing around, and upon seeing the situation here, they immediately cursed loudly as they ran over. It should be because Sheyan's actions of grabbing a young lady's clothes was extremely inappropriate, it would easily cause others to associate him with some illegal behavior of the opposite sex without paying.
Of the two men, one was shouting in Japanese, the other was speaking in Taiwanese. Of course, he wanted Sheyan to let go, and of course he added in some unfriendly words. When the two men closed in, they immediately started attacking! Slaps, fists and kicks were all unleashed. If Sheyan was an ordinary person, he would've been beaten to the ground.
Sheyan felt that he was in the wrong for recognizing the wrong person, so he continuously dodged and parried a few times without retaliating. But the Japanese discovered that his fists had missed. Probably because he was enraged, he flipped his hand and pulled out a glittering dagger from his waist and stabbed towards Sheyan's chest. Sheyan was instantly enraged. Even if I just took liberties with your mother, you don't have to take my life right? He had killed his way here, his heart was filled with ferocity. He released the young lady and quickly retreated.
How would the two men know that they were walking into a death trap? They naturally pursued relentlessly. In the end, just as they entered the power distribution room, Sheyan who was hiding at the side stepped out and blocked the door. The Japanese man continued to roar as he stabbed forward with his dagger. Sheyan's eyes flashed with a hint of bloodlust, as he punched out with his fist!
Flesh and blood VS steel! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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