The young girl's face was fierce as she fired shots intermittently into the fleeing crowd. Clearly, her "delinquent" identity was merely a facade; her hand holding the gun was steady and powerful, the strong recoil only causing her upper body to lean back slightly before returning to normal. Moreover, with each shot, a fleeing man fell. Although it was close-range shooting, the young girl's marksmanship was undeniably accurate.
Every shot hit its mark, every hit meant certain death, and all were aimed at the head or heart; there were virtually no misfires. In the blink of an eye, the young girl transformed from a delinquent about to be raped into a female killer straight out of hell. Although her full, snow-white breasts were still faintly visible beneath her short-sleeved shirt, as if in a provocative manner, no one had the mind to appreciate this alluring yet deadly sight.
Only after five or six men had been beaten to death by the young woman did the thugs in the hall finally react. They roared in unison, drawing their pistols and pointing them at the young girl as if facing a formidable enemy. Even the lowest-ranking thugs at the Never-Sleeping City bar were equipped with handguns, specifically to deal with such potentially violent incidents. However, the young girl had clearly prepared meticulously, and her actions were ruthless and swift; before anyone could react, she had already killed several people.
The leader was also extremely shocked. He was about to draw his gun and walk over when he suddenly stopped as if he sensed something, turned around and looked at Ling Yun in surprise.
Ling Yun stared grimly at the middle-aged man who had been shot dead by the young girl at the beginning. Several young men, who seemed to be the middle-aged man's companions, were squatting on the ground, carefully watching the young girl who was being pointed at by the thugs, while trying to check the breath of the already dead middle-aged man. However, this was a futile attempt to check, as the middle-aged man was already dead beyond any doubt.
Ling Yun stretched out his right hand and lifted the nearly 200-pound leader's body into the air as if he were grabbing a chick, and said in a low voice, "Tell me, what was the name of that dead guy?"
The leader instinctively tried to raise his pistol in self-defense, but he was immediately horrified to find that Ling Yun had snatched the pistol away and twisted it into an unrecognizable piece of scrap metal, which was then thrown on the ground.
The leader was so frightened he couldn't speak, his teeth chattering as he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "I...I don't know, I think I heard his nickname is 'Old Demon'..."
Chapter 135 Double-crossing
Ling Yun let out a long sigh, released his grip, and tossed the limp leader to the ground.
The instant the middle-aged man was killed by the young girl, Ling Yun suddenly had a bad premonition. Although he had never seen the old demon before, his intuition had already reacted. He couldn't quite describe the feeling; it was like a sudden flash of inspiration, without warning, without process, pointing directly to the result. His mental field suddenly opened a crack, and then an invisible, intangible, and unfathomable transparent mark poured in from the crack, entering his consciousness. Immediately afterward, Ling Yun received his premonition.
This seemed mysterious, but as a superhuman, Ling Yun clearly perceived the entire premonition process, albeit for only a fleeting moment. This premonition seemed closer to a hidden spiritual connection behind the world, ineffable and only perceptible. Although everything appeared unrelated, it was actually subtly governed by a force conforming to some unknown law. All research could only speculate through phenomena, unable to truly grasp the essence. Even superhumans could only enter this essential world for a fleeting, accidental moment, only to be immediately ejected within a very short time.
If Ling Yun had to use a vivid word to describe this profound feeling, he could only think of one word: mysterious.
Thinking to himself that he was truly unlucky, Ling Yun silently observed the chaotic and panicked crowd, and the young delinquent girl who nonchalantly confronted the thugs with a pistol in hand. This was the second time he had searched for Lao Yao. The first time, he failed and was inexplicably dragged into a gang shootout. This time, although he found him, what difference did it make? Lao Yao was already a corpse. No matter how powerful Ling Yun was, could he possibly bring Lao Yao back to life?
Old Yao was the key figure connecting Qin Zhengwei and the other two, as well as the drug trafficking group behind them. With his death, the entire trail went cold, making it impossible to investigate the drug trafficking group anymore. Of course, Ling Yun wasn't interested in playing the role of a narcotics detective to solve the case; he simply wanted to find out who was plotting to kill him. Being betrayed was a bitter experience, even for someone with superpowers. Of course, if he could also crack down on the drug trafficking group and contribute to the people, that would be even better. Ling Yun was happy to do something that added to the good fortune.
With a frustrated sigh, Ling Yun decided to leave this chaotic and wretched place. Old Yao was already dead, so what was the point of looking for Zhang Haiping, the owner of the Never-Sleeping City Bar? Should he ask him if he knew Old Yao's whereabouts? Imagining what he would say if he met Zhang Haiping, Ling Yun felt it was a huge irony, as if he had been involved in nothing more than a dark comedy.
As for why the young delinquent girl shot and killed Lao Yao and several other strangers, Ling Yun was neither interested nor willing to investigate. He always loathed such underworld violence. Although he was somewhat amazed by the girl's disguise and marksmanship, for Ling Yun, the purpose of this trip was over, and it was time to leave.
The soundproofing in this building was pretty good. Although the young woman fired several shots without a silencer, there were no unusual sounds coming from outside. And the bar, which was more than ten meters away and was blasting loud DJ music, had even less chance of hearing the commotion here.
Ling Yun glanced at the circular corridor he had come from, realizing that its structure likely affected sound propagation. The bustling noise of the bar street outside was completely inaudible from inside; clearly, the effect was the same from the outside. Furthermore, two thugs equipped with high-tech sunglasses and communicators guarded the door, preventing uninvited guests from visiting at any time.
Many people, terrified by the young delinquent, were also running towards the door. Although escaping from here might expose their identities and attract attention, the young delinquent behind them was even more dangerous. That pistol was no joke; the fact that four or five people were already dead on the spot was the best proof of that.
Ling Yun was also about to walk towards the door. Once he left this place and disappeared into the night, it would be as if he had never been here. If a murder had occurred, even if it was a gang fight, the police would definitely come here, and he didn't want to cause trouble.
However, Ling Yun immediately stopped and a wry smile appeared on his face.
The reason was simple: someone had already positioned himself at the front of the corridor before anyone else. This person was the long-faced burly man who had publicly humiliated the young delinquent earlier. If Ling Yun couldn't see that the long-faced burly man and the young delinquent were actually in cahoots, putting on a show to lure the crowd around before unexpectedly killing the old demon, he would truly consider himself an idiot.
But there are plenty of idiots in the world, at least among those eager to leave this godforsaken place. Some quick-witted and nimble-witted individuals had already slowed down and stopped. The long-faced giant dared to block their way alone, clearly confident and prepared. Many others, however, hurried along, shouting angrily, "Get out of my way, or I'll kill you!"
Many people had already started reaching for their waistbands. It wasn't just the young female delinquents who had guns; in fact, many people who came here were carrying firearms. It was just that the young female delinquents' transformation was too sudden, and their marksmanship was too accurate. They killed several people as soon as they appeared, which immediately terrified many people. They even forgot that they also had guns and only cared about running away. However, when they saw someone blocking their way and preventing them from escaping, their desperate violence would involuntarily show itself.
A burly, bearded man had already drawn a gun from his waist, cursing, "Good dogs don't block the way, get out of here..." Before he could finish the last word, a merciless bullet slammed into his mouth, sealing it forever. With a line of blood shooting out, the burly, bearded man fell backward to the ground.
The long-faced, burly man held two Glock 18C pistols in his hands, his gloomy eyes revealing a menacing glint. Suddenly, he grabbed the collar of his beige shirt and ripped it open with force, several buttons flying off to reveal a row of portable TVB high-powered grenades hanging from his waist. He sneered and shouted, "Come on, charge! Anyone who's not afraid to die, shoot!"
Everyone stopped in their tracks. Even though several people had drawn their pistols and pointed them at the long-faced man, he remained pale and showed no sign of intimidation. Many of those present were knowledgeable and recognized the power of the TVB guns; their faces turned deathly pale. It was said that one of these things could destroy a tank. If it exploded in this hall, wouldn't it kill everyone? Moreover, it seemed that the long-faced man had more than one TVB gun attached to his head. No one knew where this madman had gotten these damned things from.
Even strangers could immediately tell what it was just by looking at its grenade-like shape. Everyone immediately lowered their guns, not out of fear of the long-faced giant's threat, but out of concern that their guns might accidentally discharge. Killing the long-faced giant wouldn't be the problem; if they also detonated the grenade, everyone would be going to their doom.
Bullets can only be fired in a straight line, so if your aim isn't precise enough, you might have a chance to dodge them. But grenades are indiscriminate attacks; if someone is within their effective range, even if they don't die, they'll likely be severely crippled.
Everyone was pale-faced. Had this guy gone mad? That was the thought on everyone's mind. They couldn't understand why the long-faced giant would do such a thing.
"Step back! Put down your guns and retreat back into the hall!" the long-faced giant shouted sternly, holding two guns in both hands.
Helpless, everyone had no choice but to retreat step by step under TVB's threat. There, a female villain stood alone, holding a gun and confronting more than a dozen black-clad thugs. Seeing the long-faced man forcing everyone to approach, the young punk finally showed a satisfied smile: "Old Liao, you're quite impressive, guarding dozens of people all by yourself. If word gets out, you'll be someone important. Do you want me to put in a good word for you with the young master and get you a promotion?"
The long-faced man, Lao Liao, walked over and stood beside her, his gun still pointed at the crowd and thugs: "I'll thank my lucky stars if you don't speak ill of me to the young master. I didn't expect to kill Lao Yao so easily. The mission here is complete. Why don't you leave? Why do you still want to kill people?"
"Don't you want to pull off something big? I heard there's a huge deal going on in Zhang Haiping's underworld today," the young delinquent replied with a mysterious smile. "If we take them both out, and we get the goods and the money, what do you think will happen?"
Ling Yun's veins nearly popped out of his head. Was this another case of double-crossing? Why did he always seem to run into these kinds of things?
"Not good." Old Liao smiled bitterly. "I think it's better to avoid trouble. We've already killed the old demon, so let's not cause any more trouble. What to do with these people is a big problem. Why do you still want to go to Zhang Haiping's place? No matter how big the deal is, what does it have to do with us?"
"Then you can go back first," the young delinquent said nonchalantly. "I can handle them all by myself."
Hearing this, Lao Liao sighed deeply. He knew this young woman would answer like that. There was nothing he could do but play along. After all, she was his boss's favorite woman. Although she was somewhat attractive, she was clearly far from being a top-tier beauty, and her personality wasn't great either. Lao Liao couldn't understand why his boss liked her.
However, the boss didn't only have the young woman as a woman, and as Lao Liao knew, the young woman didn't only have one man either. Neither of them were dictatorial in their relationships with their men and women; in fact, they were quite tolerant. What a strange couple! Their relationship was tangled and complicated. Lao Liao thought to himself that perhaps after completing this mission, he could comfortably collect a sum of money and take his wife and children on a trip to Australia.
Chapter 136 Underground Cavity
"Make them put all their guns on the ground, then put their hands on their heads and get down on the ground. If anyone doesn't do it, I'll shove a grenade into their mouth." The young woman had sharp eyes and immediately recognized the leader of the thugs. At that moment, the leader had just gotten up from the ground and was trying to blend into the crowd as an ordinary person, not wanting to attract the attention of the young woman and Lao Liao. But before he could even look up, the young woman pointed a gun at him and forced him to come out.
The leader rolled his eyes and waved helplessly at the crowd, signaling them to put their pistols on the ground. He knew the power of TVB pistols all too well; if even one exploded, a tenth of the dozens of people here would be lucky to survive. It seemed the other side was here to cause trouble. This was truly disastrous. The boss had already warned him earlier that two important groups of VIPs were conducting a transaction underground, and he was to keep a close watch on the place and ensure nothing went wrong. But what he feared most had come to pass. The young woman and the long-faced burly man hadn't seemed amiss when they first entered, but in the blink of an eye, they had become another group of thugs. The leader wanted to resist, but dared not act rashly, and could only wait and see.
Following the leader's instructions, a dozen thugs threw their pistols to the ground, then turned their backs and obediently put their hands behind their heads. The girls in uniform at the headquarters were also driven out by the young delinquents at gunpoint, terrified and crouching on the ground, too scared to move. Although they were considered part of the underworld, they only handled administrative tasks and didn't participate in actual gang warfare, so they naturally lacked any fighting ability. Being pointed a gun at them almost made them cry.
The others hesitated, reluctant to discard their pistols. After all, there were only two opponents, one of whom was a woman. Although Old Liao was covered in grenades, who could guarantee they were real? Weren't these two afraid of dying? Their side had so many men and so many guns; why should they force two people to disarm?
If they laid down their guns, they would truly become the enemy's prey, and their only option would be to obediently comply. The crowd exchanged glances, and for a moment, some couldn't help but feel tempted.
Bang! A muffled gunshot rang out, and a bloody hole appeared on the forehead of a man in his thirties. He stared in astonishment at the young woman pointing a gun at him, a wisp of smoke rising from the dark muzzle.
The man fell backward, and even in his dying moments, he didn't understand why he had been suddenly shot dead by the young delinquent.
"I'll count to three," the young delinquent said coldly. "All of you, put down your guns. If anyone doesn't, I'll kill him. That guy is an example. Anyone else want to try?"
A commotion arose in the crowd, followed by a series of sharp cracking sounds—the clatter of pistols hitting the marble floor. The human mind is a strange thing; when facing someone who seems kind and docile, like a lamb, one unconsciously becomes assertive. But when that person suddenly turns fierce and brutal, one seems to become the lamb oneself.