The middle-aged man looked at Lumian in fear, not knowing where he had angered him.
He was not the one who was deceived, and he was not the gang member who controlled this neighborhood. He was not a relative or friend of those people, so why did he just rush up and beat them?
And they don’t even give you a chance to defend yourself. If you say a word, you’ll be beaten to death!
His eyes fell behind the revolver. The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the helpers hiding in the dark. He found that they did not dare to step forward to stop him, and his heart suddenly sank.
He did not dare to threaten Lumian or resist anymore, and said tremblingly:
"I, I can't count, I didn't bring that much money."
"It really disappoints me. I'm short of 100,000 ferkin." Lumian said with a smile to express his regret, "Who taught you the magic of counting money? And who came up with the idea of the God of Disease?"
The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva and remained silent without answering.
Lumian calmly opened the revolver of his pistol and showed the opponent several yellow bullets inside.
Then, he closed the wheel and put the muzzle of the gun against the middle-aged man's forehead.
"Three, two..." Every time Lumian said a number, the finger on the trigger moved back a certain distance.
The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with confusion and fear.
If it were someone else, he didn't think the other person would shoot him in the street, but the person in front of him had been beating him to death for no reason from the beginning. It was hard to say whether he would be more crazy and shoot directly.
Just before Lumian said the last number, the middle-aged man shouted in fear: "It's the 'Messenger'!"
"Messenger?" Lumian raised his eyebrows.
After his psychological defense was broken, the middle-aged man completely gave up the idea of luck and said in one breath: "Messenger of the God of Disease!
"He found me, taught me some little magic tricks, and told me things about the God of Disease. He asked me to help him develop followers. He received half of the money and half of it to me."
Are they believers who believe in real evil gods, or are they scammers who make money in the name of gods, or both?
Lumian took the revolver back from the middle-aged man's forehead, patted the other's cheek with it, and said with a smile: "This is the right thing, can't we all communicate well?"
boom!
A bullet flew out of the muzzle of the revolver and penetrated into a chopped street tree not far away.
Lumian said "Oh": "Sorry, there was a misfire. Didn't it scare you?"
The middle-aged man's heart was beating wildly, and a pool of liquid under his body slowly overflowed.
Lumian glanced at him and smiled again:
"What is the name of the messenger of the God of Disease, where does he live, and what does he look like? I am short of money recently and want to visit him."
At the same time, Lumian muttered in his heart: There was no response to the prank just now, so he is really not the benefactor...
The middle-aged man shook his head in panic: "I, I don't know."
After seeing Lumian lift the revolver again, he quickly added:
"I only know that he is tall and thin, with very fair skin, as if he has been seriously ill, gray-blue eyes, and black hair, not long, just like those secretaries of rich bosses.
"He comes to me once a week and I don't know how to find him."
On the other side, Jenna, who was gathered with Mrs. Morgana and others, took a moment to glance in the direction of Lumian, wondering what her fellow "hunter" had discovered and what she was doing.
But she couldn't get away for the time being, so she went over to ask.
After "inciting" several nearby people who had been waiting for compensation for many years, everyone became more and more angry. Some people had already spontaneously gone to find other victims or their families, and urged Jianna to lead them to quickly stop the man named Edmund. factory owner.
With the public outraged, Jian Na no longer needed to do any more "instigation"; someone would help her complete the matter.
As she was being herded toward the neighborhood where old Edmund lived, Jenna suddenly had a realization:
To instigate a person, you must talk to him, but to instigate a group of people, you do not have to talk to everyone. As long as you can grasp the situation accurately, instigate the first few people well, and pay attention to maintaining the direction of the wind, those who are being The person who instigates will become the helper of the "instigator", instigating more people for her, and the snowball will get bigger and bigger.
Lumian did not immediately follow Jenna to Old Edmund's house. He asked the middle-aged man a few more questions, and after confirming that he could extract no more information, he stood up and asked the few who had just been deceived and were now watching the fun. A woman said:
"You also heard that this guy wants to defraud you of your money. Do you want to just let him go?"
When he got close to the middle-aged man, Lumian had quietly used "Nisse's Face" to slightly change his appearance, so that people would not associate him with the wanted criminal Lumian Lee.
One of those women was actually an assistant to the middle-aged man, responsible for cooperating with him in preaching and defrauding money. Seeing this scene, they did not dare to say anything and turned their attention to the people next to them.
Some other women were very angry and wanted to send the scammer to the police station, while others were timid and felt that the scammer must have accomplices who might come to take revenge afterward.
Lumian listened quietly to them expressing their opinions, and his eyes casually glanced at the nearby onlookers.
Inside, there were three men who were planning to leave quietly.
They are the con men's accomplices, responsible for resorting to violent means when necessary.
Without any hesitation, Lumian directly raised the revolver and fired three times.
The three liar accomplices fell to the ground wailing. They were all shot in the crooks of their legs or calves, and they were bleeding all over.
"Don't worry about them coming for revenge." Lumian said to several women with a smile.
The victims who were talking about their thoughts stood still for a moment, and like the crowd of onlookers, they seemed to have turned into statues.
After a few seconds, they stammered: "You decide..." 1
Lumian nodded with satisfaction and pointed at the frightened liar and his injured accomplices: "Take them to the nearest, uh, steam church."
At the junction of the Observatory District and the Botanical Garden, No. 5 Serb Avenue.
A group of men and women wearing old clothes flocked to the beige three-story building.
The two guards at the door looked at the dozens and hundreds of people with excited expressions, took out their legally held semi-automatic pistols, and shouted sharply: "Stop!"
Seeing the pistol, Mrs. Morgana and others who were rushing at the front unconsciously slowed down.
This is still very intimidating.
When Jian Na saw this, she ran directly to the front, faced the two guards and shouted: "We are here to demand compensation, and the court has already sentenced it!
"You two sons of bitches, shoot me if you dare!
"Do you have enough bullshit bullets to kill us all? If not, we can kill you all with one bite!"
She said as she walked towards the door menacingly.
There was a layer of sweat on the palms of the two guards. Their sight was blocked, and all they could see were human heads. They didn't know how many debt collectors had come.
They were not sure how they would react if they fired directly at the crowd. They only felt that the two of them looked so thin and lonely compared to the black crowd of debt collectors, like broken trees facing the flood.
Jenna continued to move forward and used "instigation":
"If you are killed by us or beaten to a disability, will you be compensated?
"Look at us, our compensation has been delayed for several years. Are you sure you can get your pension from that old miser? His family may run away tomorrow!"
The two guards were stunned for a moment.
This is indeed a problem.
Moreover, they know that the boss's family has sold off most of their assets and is packing their luggage. They will leave Trier in two days and hide in other provinces for a while. Will he take two injured and disabled bodyguards with him? Will he take advantage of the opportunity? compensation?
The facts are right in front of you!
While the guards were hesitating, Jenna had already reached the door, followed closely by the large group of debt collectors.
One of the guards instinctively followed the procedure, raised his right hand, and fired a shot into the sky to intimidate the target. The other one tried to reach out and subdue the beautiful girl who seemed to have no fighting ability.
Jenna shrank and gave way, reached out and grabbed the guard's arm, and slammed him to the ground, causing the gun to slip out.
Mrs. Morgana, who was shocked by the gunshot just now, picked up the semi-automatic pistol. Although she couldn't use it, she became bolder and ran towards the door cursing.
The other guard hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up shooting at the crowd, and they rushed into the house.
Old Edmund and his family, who were about to be transferred, were suddenly surrounded by nearly a hundred debt collectors like Jenna in the living room, layer upon layer, airtight.
Old Edmund held a revolver and shouted tremblingly: "What are you going to do?"
"Come and ask for our money!" Jenna took the pistol from Mrs. Morgana, pointed it at old Edmund and said, "Without compensation, we will not be able to survive. Let's see who dies first today!"
Old Edmund's hands began to shake, as if he were suffering from some disease.
Outside a steam church that looks like a small factory.
Lumian said to the woman who was holding a group of liars:
"Send them to the priest and ask them to tell you all about the money magic and the God of Disease. If they don't tell it, you tell it for them."
The women nodded heavily and walked into the church with baguettes of rye bread and the con men, with blood dripping down all the way.
Lumian put away the revolver and watched quietly at the door.
He thought happily:
"Ms. Magic's advice is right, venting once in a while is really good for your physical and mental health.
"What do you believe in? It's not good to believe in evil gods, and you're still a liar!"
After two minutes, Lumian left slowly. Even slower than him were the police officers who were chasing him.
Lumian met Jenna and the debt collectors who looked happy outside the building at 5 Serb Avenue.
"So fast?" he asked a little surprised.
Jian Na pursed her lips:
"I didn't expect it to happen so soon. I was also prepared for someone to call the police and deal with the police. As a result, we surrounded old Edmund and his family and threatened him a few times. He gave in and started pressing the button. List gives money.
"MD, the total cash, gold and other valuable items in his home are enough for our compensation, and there is even some leftover. This does not include his unsold assets. He has delayed compensation for so long!"
Lumian laughed:
"It always hurts to give. Well, some things seem complicated, but as long as you really do it, you will find that it is easy. And some things, if you think they are simple, will have twists and turns, and you will almost die."
This was something he felt.
Jenna knew that Lumian needed gold, and the compensation she received was all kinds of gold jewelry. The price of pure gold was worth 3,000 fel gold.
She said to Lumian: "Here, I'll sell these to you."
Lumian was silent for a moment and said, "Wait while I go to Breeze Ballroom to withdraw money."
The total banknotes and silver coins he had on him amounted to just over six hundred ferkin.
At night, Lumian found that he had nothing to do and became very idle for the time being.
He leisurely returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel, entered the basement bar, and saw Charlie holding a beer and bragging with a group of people.
Lumian smiled and shouted at the top of his lungs: "I'll treat everyone to a drink!"
As people from 20 to 30 cheered in unison, Lumian added: "Charlie pays!"
Charlie's expression suddenly became dull.
Lumian smiled "hehe" and shouted again: "If he does a striptease, then I can help him pay for it!"
