There is no lucky person who can be saved by a headshot.
Zhang Jing, who was wearing a vampire mask, originally planned to use Shunlai's car keys to drive away, but changed his mind and used the deceased's car to leave.
When the people in the small restaurant came out, they only saw three gangsters who were dead to death, and there was no possibility of rescue.
As for the murderer, no one saw it.
But Zhang Jing didn't just walk away. It was obvious that there was a team behind those three people, otherwise everyone wouldn't be scared.
Following the address sent by the beautiful big rooster, Zhang Jing drove five kilometers to the gate of an empty wine estate with a simple and elegant environment.
Seeing their friends driving over, the two bearded bodyguards guarding the door of the manor didn't take it seriously at first.
But when he saw that the driver was a yellow man, he subconsciously reached for the pistol at his waist.
Itali can hold a gun, which is less demanding than Amu. He can hold not only shotguns and rifles, but also short guns.
Of course, applying to own a gun is difficult on the surface.
It's hard for normal people, easy for some.
Three meters away from the gate of the manor, Zhang Jing, who took off his mask in advance, got out of the car with his hands in the air and made a loud request, "I want to see your boss."
"He's not here," the bearded man in a white shirt asked Zhang Jing in a strange tone of Amu, "This is Auf's car, who are you?"
"Who am I? That's a good question..."
While speaking, a spray gun suddenly appeared in Zhang Jing's raised hand. Without any hesitation, he killed him instantly with two shots.
It should be stated here that injustice on the road is only one of Zhang Jing's reasons for killing people.
Repairing a car takes time anyway, so I happened to pick up a treasure along the way. Candela said last night that Zhang Jing had not gone out to hunt for treasure for a long time.
Obviously I have been hunting and picking up treasures, and I have never stopped.
After clearing out the guards at the door and replacing them with AA-12s equipped with armor-piercing bullets, Zhang Jing entered the manor. Under the 25-meter metal visual blessing, he killed people and killed Buddhas.
It's equivalent to playing a game with perspective and bullets going through walls.
As an opponent, what else can you do except lie down?
After clearing obstacles along the way, Zhang Jing arrived at the underground wine cellar in the backyard of the winery villa. Behind an invisible wall was a pile of rice dollars that filled half a small room.
About 40 to 50 million.
With such money, you can buy a Cézanne oil painting, but it is much easier than acquiring an oil painting.
Take away 80% and leave 20% for disguise.
Deliberately leave the door of the room where the money is hidden half open and half closed, and use the door to create a simple booby trap.
Transparent fishing line + grenade.
It’s not too difficult, and proficiency makes you perfect.
Without leaving in a hurry, Zhang Jing began to look at the cellar and judged from various traces that this was a place of ancient times.
There are many wine barrels placed inside, and judging by knocking, not all of them are filled with wine.
Breaking one open, it turned out to be flour for making bread.
Zhang Jing carries at least a ton of this thing in the Silver Secret Space and has no interest in taking it.
About half an hour later, two cars drove up from the front yard of the winery.
The first was a Land Rover, a local gangster, an old man with a gray beard and a very handsome appearance.
Sitting in the passenger seat was his grandson, a boy of twelve or thirteen years old.
Leaving his grandson in the car, the handsome old man got out of the car with a gun and entered the villa with five of his men.
All along the way I saw the corpses of his men, most of them shot and killed, and three or four were hacked to death with sharp weapons.
After a while, he arrived at the underground wine cellar in the backyard and saw no intruders. The half-open secret room for hiding money caught his attention.
Worried about the safety of his money, the handsome old man waved his hand to alert his men. He held a gun in his right hand and slowly opened the secret room door with his left hand.
He didn't notice at all that as the crack in the door widened, the transparent fishing line on the inside of the door and above his head was straightening out.
Until the grenade safety catch is taken off.
Bang!
The grenade exploded, and the handsome boss was seriously injured instantly. At the same time, a fire started in the small room.
Five subordinates quickly stepped forward to check on their boss.
Zhang Jing appeared from deep in the cellar at the right time and opened fire suddenly. The five gang members were unable to guard against or stop him.
If the bullets of Aka 47 are pencils, the bullets of AA-12 are large crayons.
If you rub it, you will be disabled; if you touch it, you will die.
After cleaning up the little brother, Zhang Jing came to the handsome boss who was lying on the ground.
Kneel down and look at him curiously from close range.
"Who the hell are you!" asked the seriously injured Black Boss.
"Treasure hunter, treasure picker," Zhang Jing introduced himself, "a treasure hunter who is constantly working hard to find money."
The handsome black man with messed-up hair scolded, "Asshole, treasure hunters look like you, how come there are so many bad people!"
"It's better to have more bad guys," Zhang Jing laughed loudly and stood up, pointing the black hole gun at the back of the old man's head at close range. "Robbing you is more exciting than trapping a beautiful woman."
As soon as he finished speaking, a gunshot rang out, and the old man's head was shattered into eight pieces.
Give everyone a shot.
Next is cleanup time, dragging all the bodies outside into the cellar.
There were bodies to clean up in the yard, too.
Only then did Zhang Jing notice a child sitting in the Land Rover in the yard.
The little boy was about twelve or thirteen years old, with brown hair, beautiful eyes, and a delicate appearance. He looked at Zhang Jing with a hint of fear in his eyes.
After hesitating for a second, Zhang Jing raised the muzzle of his gun, pointed it at the little boy in the passenger seat and pulled the trigger.
The little boy was shot in the forehead.
It's a bit cruel, but Zhang Jing doesn't want to be the target of being tortured. ..
If you read Shi Mingzhi, the result will be even worse. The man’s car will be broken up and the woman will end up in Yihongyuan.
Worried that the boy was the protagonist in the movie, Zhang Jing shot him a few more times.
All the corpses were gathered together, the villa surveillance hard drive was taken away, and gasoline was poured from the cellar into the small room where the money was hidden, the main villa, and the blood-stained front yard floor.
Amidst the fire, Zhang Jing drove away and returned to the garage.
At the same time, a large number of security police rushed to the burning wine estate. Because the fire was too strong, it would be impossible to enter for a while.
Interestingly, more than a dozen security policemen watched the fire burn, but no one called the fire truck.
Just watching the winery turn into an empty shell in the fire.
By three o'clock in the afternoon, the remaining heat from the ruins had dissipated.
The security police discovered something strange, because none of the gang members entrenched here showed up.
What does this mean?
A huge surprise is brewing in everyone's heart.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, the second-hand car Zhang Jing bought had not yet been repaired. Just when he was about to give up, he was stopped by the owner of the garage.
"Don't leave in a hurry. There will be a celebration in the town in the evening. There will be food and drinks. No money is required. Let's go there together."
The owner of the car repair shop is a bearded man who weighs more than 200 pounds. Because he repairs cars all the time, he smells like engine oil.
He may not look easy to mess with, but he is actually an honest person and quite enthusiastic.
Zhang Jing did not refuse and drove one kilometer on his handsome motorcycle to the center of the town.
I saw multiple tables set up at the entrance of food shops with all kinds of food on them.
A temporary handwritten sign was also placed thoughtfully.
Free pizza, free barbecue, free coffee, and free drinks.
It was very different from what I saw at noon. The originally quiet town seemed to come alive.
There was a genuine smile on everyone's face.
Seeing ordinary people singing, dancing, and drinking on the narrow streets, Zhang Jing realized that they were celebrating the elimination of the gang in the small town.
In an instant, Zhang Jing firmly believed that what he did was right, the bad guys would not be eliminated, and the good guys would suffer.
