The sky was just beginning to dawn.
Whisperer Bar was entering its closing phase.
Those drunken n were unceremoniously thrown out by the scar-faced man commanding several strong n.
In the office, Zhong Shenxiu watched Smith counting the inco.
The table was covered with colorful US Dollar bills, as well as various gold pounds and subsidiary coins... enough to dazzle anyone’s eyes.
"A total of 572 US Dollars and 36 cents!"
Ten minutes later, Smith looked up and said in an astonished tone, "Since there’s no cost for this batch of alcohol, we just need to deduct a trivial amount of wages and the bonus for Notting Hill, the rest is all pure profit!"
"Not bad."
Zhong Shenxiu nodded, holding the bag full of money in his hand, "Is there anything else?"
"We’re running low on the wine in the cellar..."
Smith reported a situation.
"The pharmacy location has been selected, and equipnt is being acquired, but even if the raw materials arrive quickly, fernting them into wine takes ti, and we have a gap to fill."
Zhong Shenxiu nodded and looked towards the scar-faced man, "Have you gotten all the details?"
"Got it all figured out, the last incident was pulled off by the Mo’er Gang, only six people, each one a habitual robber and murderer... and recently they’ve been looking for channels to sell off their stash of alcohol."
A vicious look flashed across the scar-faced man’s face.
No matter who it was, they would never forget being shot.
"Good, we’ll rob them. They should have a considerable amount of alcohol stored, although of inferior quality, but after distillation and refining, it can probably just about suffice."
Zhong Shenxiu nodded.
...
The Mo’er Gang had robbed the Old Sea Dog Caravan last ti.
Previously, Old Sea Dog had asked the Notting Hill family to look for clues, but even if it was through Notting Hill, taking back the illicit liquor would result in paying a larger cut to the gang.
After all, the Notting Hill family was no charity, they wouldn’t help out for nothing.
This ti, Zhong Shenxiu intended to take action personally, and it was also to avenge Li Wei Mojito.
It was noon.
The sun hung high in the sky, casting down brilliant sunlight.
A black carriage slowly drove out of the city area and arrived outside a warehouse in the suburbs.
Inside the carriage, the scar-faced man was organizing the guns with two n.
Aside from the scar-faced man’s stern deanor, the other two were bouncers found in the bar. Although they had passed the scar-faced man’s test, they still fell short compared to real gunfighters.
At this mont, they each held a revolver, their palms trembling with excitent or fear.
Zhong Shenxiu glanced sideways at the scar-faced man, who imdiately gestured a surrender, "Can’t help it, boss... All the real tough guys have joined Notting Hill or Rek, Gambina..."
Looking at the two guys who lowered their heads, Zhong Shenxiu rolled his eyes, "Alright, anyway, I don’t plan on putting you guys in the front this ti. Just help with the follow-up shooting and cleaning up the battlefield after the fight."
While speaking, he too checked the gun in his hand.
A uniquely designed revolver with a bright silver sheen on the barrel and a beautifully curved grip, obviously from a sophisticated gunsmith workshop.
Besides that, there was a tommy gun that, while powerful, could empty its bullets in seconds after being loaded, after which it would be no more than a firestick.
"Are we sure that the warehouse ahead is the Mo’er Gang’s stronghold?"
Zhong Shenxiu loaded his gun and asked one last question.
After getting a positive response from the scar-faced man, a smile appeared on his face, "Everyone thinks that surprise attacks always happen at night... But they don’t know that in the afternoon, after lunch, people are equally lax in spirit, and the false sense of security brought by daylight... can also serve as our cover."
"As for sneaking in and the aftermath? As long as we kill everyone we see, it’ll be a perfect cri without witnesses..."
He touched his forehead.
The latent influence of "Pastor" made this body highly intuitive.
At this mont, he felt a slight prick at the forehead as if he saw a sea of blood and felt a slight tremor in his body.
’A bit dangerous, but within an acceptable range.’
’Interesting... Could it be that within the Mo’er Gang, there’s soone who can make feel danger?’
Zhong Shenxiu licked his tongue and gestured, "Move out!"
...
Outside the warehouse.
A figure clad in a black overcoat, wearing a cowboy hat, and carrying a tommy gun casually walked up to the front door.
Zhong Shenxiu aid his gun at the door and suddenly pulled the trigger.
Dada! Dada!
The flas of gunfire were wild, with countless bullets being discharged in an instant.
The door was riddled with bullet holes.
After emptying his magazine, Zhong Shenxiu kicked open the door and saw a warehouse in complete disarray.
Tables and stools were tossed about, with playing cards and liquor glasses scattered everywhere.
Amidst the pools of blood lay three bodies riddled with bullet holes like hornet nests.
These guys were originally sitting in a circle playing cards, but Zhong Shenxiu had caught them all in one fell swoop.
Furthermore, there was one trembling figure curled up into a ball, who seed to have been spared from bullet fire by sheer luck.
At that mont, he was raising his hands high, shouting, "Don’t shoot!"
"Mo’er Gang?!"
Zhong Shenxiu frowned. This resistance seed even weaker than he had imagined and starkly at odds with the faint sense of danger he felt earlier.
Compared to the facts, he trusted his intuition more.
"Alright, now tell where the other two went?"
He discarded the typewriter in his hand and casually asked.
"They’re just in..."
The survivor replied tremblingly, his eyes shifting as his palm stealthily touched his waist, trying to draw the revolver and open fire.
The next mont.
Zhong Shenxiu drew and shot with a speed even faster than his, and a wisp of blue smoke appeared from the delicate revolver.
The gangster opposite him had already fallen.
"Trying to outdraw ? Seeking death?"
Zhong Shenxiu sighed; with his experience and subtle control over his body, he had reached the pinnacle of human capability in both Gun Drawing Skill and other firearms techniques. This thug trying to play a cowboy ga with him was simply courting death.
Thinking this, Zhong Shenxiu slowly walked into the warehouse.
His black leather shoes stepped over the bloodstained playing cards.
Amidst the flow of blood and liquor, Shenxiu’s intuition suddenly sensed danger.
He instinctively dodged to the side, avoiding a gunshot, and returned fire with a shot of his own.
The attacker was hiding behind a tal cabinet, in a shooting blind spot, but to no avail!
The bullet from Zhong Shenxiu’s revolver hit the wall behind him, ricocheted back, and accurately struck the attacker’s back.
He scread in pain, his firearm falling to the ground.
’Utilizing the principle of bullet ricochet to calculate the trajectory and hit the enemy from an improbable angle, this could be called Zhong-style gunplay...’
Zhong Shenxiu walked over and saw a vicious-looking white youth lying in a pool of blood, still trying to reach for a firearm.
He walked over and kicked the shotgun away from the desperate fingers of the other man.
"There are six of you in the gang. Five are here, where’s the last one?"
Zhong Shenxiu asked while pressing his leather shoe on the man’s hand, applying force.
"Spare , forgive !"
The face of the white youth twisted in pain as tears poured out, showing an extre expression of fear.
"Tell !" Zhong Shenxiu repeated.
Behind him, the three scarred n also ran over, their faces filled with disbelief at the sight of the bodies strewn about.
To kill so many ferocious thugs single-handedly, Li Wei’s skills must be unbelievably strong.
"I’ll tell you!" the thug exclaid with a face of collapse, "Our boss... is drinking in the wine cellar at the back... probably drunk."
Zhong Shenxiu sighed.
He had always known that outlaws with neither past nor future, how could they resist the temptation of alcohol?
Now that they had the chance, they would obviously indulge wildly.
"Forgive !"
Looking at the weeping white youth, Zhong Shenxiu suddenly recalled a mory from the night outside Baihua Forest. It seed to be those very eyes, grinning as they fired bullet after bullet into the body of Li Wei Mojito.
Bang!
A gunshot, and the other man’s head was blown open.
"I am only responsible for sending you to et the ’Spirit,’ whether He forgives you or not is His business!"
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