Volume 3: Underground Emperor Chapter 20: The Killer
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Jiang Sen gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Dong, I want to capture a core member of the Soul Collecting Gang. Let's see if I can learn something from the leader!"
Xie Wendong thought about it and said with a smile: "That's fine, but be careful!"
"Don't worry, Dong Ge, I know this! I'll do it right away!" Jiang Sen felt that his intelligence was not good recently, and he had basically got zero information about the Soul Group. This made him feel ashamed in front of his brothers, and he was inevitably anxious.
Xie Wendong nodded in understanding and warned: "Be careful, don't let anything slip!"
Jiang Sen laughed and said, "I'll bring people back in the evening!"
Gao Qiang stood up and said to Xie Wendong, "Brother Dong, I'll go with Lao Sen! It's been a while since I last took a break, and I want to see what this Soul Collecting Gang is all about!"
Everyone laughed after hearing this. Xie Wendong nodded and asked Jiang Sen: "Lao Sen, is it okay for Qiangzi to help?"
Jiang Sen thought for a while, then nodded and said, "It's okay! Brother Dong, we'll leave first!"
"Yes!" Xie Wendong nodded. Li Shuang shouted, "I told you two to come back early, we still have dinner tonight!"
Gao Qiang curled his lips and said, "You are such a pighead, you only know how to eat!" After that, he pulled Jiang Sen away. Deafening shouting and cursing came from the corridor.
After the two left, Xie Wendong said to everyone, "Well, everyone is tired after sitting in the car for several hours. Take your brothers to rest, and gather here tonight!" Everyone nodded in agreement. Xie Wendong asked Sanyan to lead everyone to the hotel that had been booked in advance to rest. Everyone did not leave, but just let their brothers rest first, and then talked with Xie Wendong about some recent news at home.
It was almost eleven o'clock in the afternoon, and everyone was about to go out for lunch when Sanyan's phone rang. "Hello?" Sanyan asked loudly while holding the phone. When he heard the voice on the other end of the line, Sanyan's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly said to Xie Wendong: "Brother Dong, the Rexue side is being besieged by hundreds of people who look like middle school students. The brothers can't stand it anymore!"
Xie Wendong was startled, but calmly said, "Don't panic, Brother Zhang, and Xiao Shuang, take the brothers to help first!"
Zhang Yanjiang said cautiously: "Brother Dong, New Century is the most important thing. Don't fall for the other party's trick!"
Xie Wendong was also considering this, so he let Sanyan and the other two go first and stayed behind. He nodded and said, "I know! Brother Zhang, you go first. Passion is also very important to us!"
Sanyan walked out and said, "Brother Dong, I won't take the brothers downstairs with me. I'll call the brothers who went to the hotel and ask them to come back!"
Xie Wendong nodded, Sanyan and Li Shuang hurried out. Xie Wendong and Zhang Yanjiang stayed in New Century to wait for news.
Soon after the three-eyed man left, a commotion broke out in the first floor dance hall. Several teenagers, for unknown reasons, started fighting. They used beer bottles, sticks, and other objects to fight vigorously. Others were frightened and quickly dodged. The people from the Wendong Society saw this and walked over, cursing and kicking each of the teenagers: "Damn it, you are too old to fight but you are imitating others to fight. Get out, go out and fight!" The person who spoke was not very old, but he spoke in an old-fashioned manner.
A teenager didn't buy his story, so he smashed a bottle on his head and yelled, "Fuck you, who the hell are you!?"
The people from Wendong Club got angry and rushed over. No matter who had done it, they surrounded the teenagers and started kicking them.
At this time, more than a dozen young people wearing sunglasses walked in from outside the disco. After entering, they looked around with cold faces. After seeing the stairs to the second floor, these people looked at each other, and someone who seemed to be the leader nodded slightly to the people behind him and led the way to the stairs.
As soon as they got close, a waiter-like man stopped them. Because the disco was playing dynamic music and there were people shouting and yelling, he was afraid that the other party couldn't hear clearly, so he raised his voice and said, "Sorry, you are not allowed to enter here!"
The leader had a mustache on his face and pretended not to hear anything. He moved towards the waiter with an indifferent look on his face. The waiter shook his head and whispered in his ear: "Sorry, the second floor is not open to outsiders!"
The man with a mustache suddenly hugged the waiter's neck, and in his other hand, a pistol with a silencer appeared, which he pointed at the waiter's chest and shot.
"Ah!" The waiter made a painful sound, but it was drowned out by the deafening music. One person stepped forward to hold the waiter's body and quietly pulled it upstairs. The group left two people to guard at the staircase, and the others went upstairs one by one.
This happened in just a moment, and the people from the Wen Dong Society were all focused on the scene, and no one paid attention to the actions of these people.
There were three members of the Wen Dong Society guarding the second floor. They were all startled when they saw a stranger coming up. One of the leaders asked, "Hey? What are you doing?"
The mustache man put his gun hand behind his back, smiling and saying nothing, but just going upstairs at a steady pace. The little leader saw that he didn't look like he was looking for trouble, but seemed like one of their own, but he had never seen him before. He knew that there were many new brothers in the family recently, so he asked in confusion: "Which hall are you from?"
At this time, the mustache man went upstairs and looked around. Seeing no one else, he felt relieved and his face turned cold. He said, "Go to hell, Chinese pig!" As he said that, he stretched out his hands behind his back and fired two shots in a row. One shot hit the small leader's lower abdomen, and the other bullet shot through his throat. The small leader fell to the ground and died without a groan. Almost at the same time, the mustache man's men fired several shots at the other two. These people were trained assassins, and every shot hit the vital points. The other two also fell in a pool of blood.
After the mysterious killer killed the three people, he searched for targets in the rooms on the second floor. Someone happened to come out of the room behind them and saw a group of people sneaking around in the corridor. He was stunned at first, then shouted loudly: "Hey! What are you doing...?"
Before he could finish, a bullet shot through his head, leaving a bloody hole on his forehead. But his voice was heard by Xie Wendong who was talking to Zhang Yanjiang in the conference room. Xie Wendong reacted quickly and waved his hand to Zhang Yanjiang, with his finger on his lips. Zhang Yanjiang knew something might happen and stopped talking.
Xie Wendong quietly walked to the door of the conference room, slowly opened it a little and looked out. There were dozens of strangers with guns in the corridor, checking each room one by one. They were about to search the conference room, where several bodies were lying on the floor. Xie Wendong was secretly shocked. What happened to the brothers downstairs? Many people came up and didn't react! Did they all meet with an accident?! He quickly closed the door tightly and whispered to Zhang Yanjiang: "Do you have a gun? There are more than a dozen assassins outside!"
Zhang Yanjiang shook his head hurriedly. He usually didn't carry a gun with him, and he didn't think it was necessary to carry a gun. People who use their brains don't use these things!
Xie Wendong sighed and waved his hand, motioning him to hide under the table, while he took the gun and hid behind the door against the wall.
The killer finally found the meeting room, opened a small crack and looked inside. Seeing that there was no one in the room, the killer opened the door and entered. The open door just blocked Xie Wendong's body. After entering the room, the killer looked around and found nothing. When he was about to check under the table, Xie Wendong kicked the door open. He shot the two killers who came in.
Xie Wendong knew his marksmanship best, and it was terrible. Although the distance was very close, he still did not dare to be careless and fired no less than eight bullets. The two killers were shot several times and slowly fell to the ground. Xie Wendong knew that someone outside would come in soon, so he closed the door of the conference room again. He picked up the two guns of the killers on the ground and hid aside, whispering: "Yanjiang, go for it!"
Xie Wendong threw two pistols to Zhang Yanjiang, who caught them and then remembered that he had only practiced shooting a few times two years ago. Before he could think about it, there was a "bang, bang" sound from outside, and the door of the conference room suddenly had more than 20 holes. Then, it was kicked open.
Zhang Yanjiang rarely faced such danger. His heart shrank. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the door being kicked open. His hand pulled the trigger unconsciously. "Puff!" A killer had a questioning look on his face. His eyes were still looking around, but his body slowly fell to the ground, and a bloody hole appeared on his chest. He rushed in at the same time as the door was kicked open. It was hard to believe that the other party's reaction would be so fast. He was shot the moment he entered.
Xie Wendong looked at Zhang Yanjiang in surprise and gave him a thumbs up, meaning: Good marksmanship!
Zhang Yanjiang's originally blue face turned rosy, and he thought to himself: Damn, this works too! He scratched his head, smiled awkwardly at Xie Wendong, and blinked: A blind cat catches a dead mouse! Xie Wendong opened his mouth and laughed silently.
The people from the Wendong Club downstairs heard gunshots from the second floor and cried out inwardly, "Oh no!" They ignored the young men and ran to the second floor. The two assassins guarding the stairs quickly drew their guns and fought with the people from the Wendong Club. The guests in the disco were so scared that they ran out of the door.
At the door of the meeting room, the assassins outside were shocked to see their own people being shot dead as soon as they entered. The man with a mustache was secretly surprised: "Dian Zi" What a fast and fierce gun! He said to everyone: "There are experts inside, everyone be careful. There is no time, rush in together! (Japanese)"
Everyone nodded. The mustache man took a deep breath and waved his hand. Two assassins rolled in first, and then two more assassins flew in. As soon as they came in, they started shooting everywhere. At this time, Xie Wendong and Zhang Yanjiang were hiding under the table, not even daring to show their heads. Xie Wendong leaned over and whispered in Zhang Yanjiang's ear: "I will escape from the window in a while to divert their attention, and you quickly call for reinforcements!"
After hearing this, Zhang Yanjiang hurriedly wanted to say something, but Xie Wendong covered his mouth: "Listen to me, only in this way can we have a chance of survival!" Zhang Yanjiang's eyes were a little moist, and he nodded silently.
Seeing the faint sound of gunfire, Xie Wendong stood up and jumped out from under the table. While flying in the air, he saw no less than ten people coming into the room, all of them seemed to have guns in their hands. After Xie Wendong landed, he rolled to the back of the sofa in front of the window. A row of small bullet holes appeared behind him. Then there was another round of gunfire, and the sofa was smashed to pieces, with the cotton and foam inside flying in the air.
Xie Wendong, who was hiding behind the sofa, felt pain in his arm and shoulder, knowing that he had been shot. If he didn't leave, he would be shot into a sieve sooner or later. Xie Wendong endured the pain, roared, and pushed the sofa out. While the killer was stunned, he covered his head and hit the window.
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