Chapter 390: Call the police! (Thanks to 'book friend 20230731900_bB' for the tip!)

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Meng Neng, hotel.

The doctor and two of his staff were testing a small instrument back and forth in the room. It was not until ten minutes later that the expert surgeon turned around and said: "There are no listening devices and hidden cameras."

The doctor turned around and asked, "Have you seen the food in the car today?"

The woman replied: "I saw it."

The man added: "It's all in Chinese."

"This is what Xu Ruifeng wants us to see. He feels that someone is supporting him and he can speak a little harder. He no longer begs for mercy like he did when he 'called for peace'."

The doctor sneered, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, lit it and took a puff.

"He's scared."

The man asked in confusion: "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that everything he does with his own hands will turn into a butcher's knife."

The doctor explained: "If he were a king, no one in northern Myanmar would dare to judge Xu Ruifeng. But once he loses the throne, he will be a sheep to be slaughtered. Everything he does can become his weakness."

"Do you think someone who has been a king will be slaughtered at will?"

"That's why he immediately turned his back when he heard the word 'province'. If we change 'province' to 'state', we will be the ones receiving the most hospitality today."

The man asked in shock: "You mean, Meng Neng is having a banquet today?"

"Otherwise? After bringing so much food, why can't we fulfill our duty as a landlord?"

At that moment, he looked at the man among them: "Go, help him, and let people from the East experience our hospitality."

The man suddenly reacted: "As long as the people in the east die in Meng Neng, Xu Ruifeng can't explain it even if he has a hundred mouths!"

"That's right!"

"Tell these people in the backwoods that politics has never been just an art at the negotiation table!"

However, they seem to have forgotten that remote areas are the dirtiest places in the world.



Meng Neng, Ye Xiu.

The street outside the night show does not need street lights at all. Just the signs of entertainment venues can illuminate the night brightly.

At the same time, this is also the most chaotic place in Menneng.

Here, the thieves were leaning motionless in the dark corners of the alley, leaning against the walls covered in shadows, searching for possible targets. Their targets were drunkards and high-rollers who were stumbling, and these people had everything in their pockets. A lot of cash, in this kind of entertainment venue, there is no need to swipe a card when tipping;

Next to it, several motorcycles are strolling back and forth. There are usually two people on these motorcycles. As long as they see someone holding a bag or wearing a gold chain, they will immediately hit the accelerator and rush over, and then grab them and immediately run away;

In the parking lot, next to the luxury car where the night show sign is reflected, two people carrying special tools are knocking on the door lock of the luxury car. They usually do not steal cars, because the second-hand car dealer once said, If even one car is lost at the entrance of the night show, this group of car thieves will be killed. So they only pried open the door to get the good cigarettes, wine and change in the car. If they were lucky, they would also take away valuable bracelets and pendants.

Night show people generally don't care about this kind of thing. Even if the victim finally chooses to call the police, the police are just a formality.

Who doesn't know where this place is? Who doesn't know that ordinary people in Menneng will never set foot on these two streets after dark?

Since you are willing to go out to play, you must be aware of danger.

Of course, if there are important guests in the entertainment venue, there will be someone in the venue to deliver it to you. At that moment, no matter what is lost in the car, someone will 'pick it up' behind the car and hand it to you specially, just like finding gold. .

Today, there was a guest brought out by the old kite, but no one visited his car.

The thieves hanging around the night show are not blind. Of course they can see who sent this dark-skinned man in a red suit. If they dare to touch this, then they are really rats working as escorts for cats to make money. Don't die.

"Are you satisfied?"

The old kite's face was red with wine, and he gushed to the West Asian man who was being escorted out by the two girls: "If you are not satisfied, you can go back to the hotel later and continue. Don't worry, I have arranged everything for you."

On the spiral staircase of the night show, the old falcon eagle walked down while talking and smirking. When he had opened the door of the night show, he walked down the stairs and entered the parking lot opposite...

The security guard responsible for watching cars at the edge of the parking lot finally put down his cell phone.

From the moment he started working, he never glanced at the luxury cars behind him. His eyes were always focused on playing games on his mobile phone. It wasn't until the appearance of the old falcon that he looked up.

A very interesting scene just happened. The thief was trying to pick the car lock, but he pretended not to see it; the thief took out his wallet in front of him, and he was as if he was blind...

But as soon as the old harrier came out, he only looked at it once, and then looked at a knife standing next to the car tire, an unsheathed steel knife.

The knife was about two fingers wide, with a single blade at the bottom. The blade would not shine even under the light, and the blade was completely black.

When the old hawk walked past him, the boy said nothing. It was not until a guy with his hands in his pockets and a baseball cap on his head appeared in the distance that he turned his face.

It was a face that was half yin and half yang. It wasn't that the other half of his face had any birthmarks, but that only half of his face could move from blinking to smiling.

Yes, he has what is often called facial paralysis in medicine. The immobile half of his face cannot even blink, like a steel plate.

Uh-huh.

The man in the baseball cap didn't take this facial paralysis seriously at all. He took out his hand from his pocket in front of him. In his hand was a Glock pistol. He was here to kill people. He was so decisive that he didn't even say hello, he just raised his hand. aim!

He was even ready to listen to the sound of gunfire. His brain had already issued the command to shoot, and even the muscles in his entire arm began to tighten, intending to use this to resist the recoil...

The gun didn't go off.

After a dark shadow flashed, the hand fell naturally as if it had been glued and unglued.

Immediately afterwards, blood spurted out at high pressure from the severed hand!

The paralyzed man in security uniform instantly changed from the posture of sitting on the bench to the posture of wielding a knife. The blade drew a half-arc in the air without any surprise, and directly cut the knife with just its strength and sharpness. Cut off the hand!

At that second, I could see clearly on the spiral staircase.

And how difficult this is, I, as a person who has personally cut off other people's hands, understand very well!

It was a hand that would bend under pain, not a stick that could not move. The normal reaction of an average person should be to quickly return the arm after being chopped, even if it leaves a very deep wound, unless there is no time to react.

"ah!!!!!"

The person who wanted to assassinate covered his arms and squatted on the ground and began to roll on the ground. The West Asians turned around at the screams, and the old kite acted as if nothing had happened: "What are you looking at? You are here, Meng Neng, you are safe." Can you still worry about such a small thing?"

As soon as the gunfire rang out, the door next to the night show bar was kicked open by Kong. Inside, a row of strong men in black suits rushed out carrying AKs that had just been eliminated by the army, and ran horizontally along the door of the night show. They stood in a row and randomly aimed at various places on the street.

For a moment, the motorcycle that was still on the street just turned around and ran away; the thieves hiding in the alley retreated one after another!

The West Asians stood there and were surprised to see such a quick response from a nightclub, and couldn't open their mouths in surprise.

And I had just walked up the stairs to the door this second, then I pulled out my pistol from behind and pulled the trigger - bang!

A gunshot was heard in the distance, and the east and west sides of the entire street were completely changed. To the east, a police car with flashing lights was speeding over, full of police officers in police uniforms; to the west, a green pickup truck carrying A team of security battalion officers quickly arrived.

Meng Neng, I no longer have the confusion and panic I felt when I was blocked from home. Everything has been baptized with blood again and again, and it is so natural to improve.

The old harrier looked back at me and smacked his lips: "Tsk, sir, it's not a big deal. Why are you shooting?"

I strolled over and hinted at him with a wink: "Did I shoot?" I pointed to the man rolling on the ground with my hand: "Didn't he shoot?"

The old harrier might have had a little too much to drink, so he opened his mouth and grumbled: "Sir, what are you holding back?"

The old harrier reacted immediately and raised his hands with a smile: "Okay, okay, why don't I stop asking? What should I do next?"

"Are you stupid? How can there be no police? Are you planning to stab me for such a thing?" I opened the car door directly and said: "I don't know anything, call the police yourself!"

After I finished speaking, I seemed to have remembered something, pointed behind me with my thumb, and asked, "Is this specially prepared to guard against me?"

The old harrier quickly shook his head: "No, isn't this because he is afraid that someone will cause trouble?"

I didn't care about his answer at all, and then pointed at the man in security uniform: "What about this one?"

The old falcon lowered his head in embarrassment: "I'm afraid that if someone approaches, the people in the room won't have time to react." (End of Chapter)