novel for you Chapter 465: Courtesy first, then attack
Chapter 465: Courtesy first, then attack
Fan Zhishan's originally smug face suddenly changed the moment he saw the muzzle of the gun.
Middle-aged men are very careful about their lives.
The next moment, his two hands stretched out like eagle claws, one on the left and one on the right, and quickly grabbed the two men closest to him.
The enormous force made the two skinny monkeys stagger, and then they were like two human shields, fixed firmly in front of Fan Zhishan.
When Ji Lengming saw this scene, the contempt in his eyes deepened.
Sun Biao was not surprised that his boss carried a gun.
He was even more indignant that "a big boss actually treated his own little brother like this."
"Fuck! This hanged guy actually did this. It's really unlucky to be his subordinate!"
Han Daoren was also very contemptuous when he saw this situation.
But relatively sensible.
"Why do you care about them? It's all dog-eat-dog, the old dog is pulling the little dog to block the eye, and you still sympathize with them!"
After saying that, Officer Han glanced at the gun in Ji Lengming's hand for two seconds.
If he remembered correctly, his brother Ji had just lied to him in the wilderness not long ago, saying that the gun was fake.
Look at the texture of the metal and the scaly anti-slip texture.
If this thing is fake, he will eat it on the spot!
Ji Lengming didn't pay much attention to the movements of the people around him.
His sharp eyes glanced through the car window at the thugs not far away.
Suddenly I had an idea in mind.
The young man grabbed the car door handle with one hand.
With a slight "click" sound, a gap appeared in the gray-black car door.
One of his legs was about to step forward.
Sun Biao on the side hurriedly grabbed Boss Ji's arm.
"Boss, you're killing yourself!"
"There are so many of them. If you go out now, you'll become a target!"
Ji Lengming acted quite indifferent.
"It's okay, I have a gun."
The fat man was so anxious that he jumped up and down.
"You have a gun, but don't others have one? Going out like this is like committing suicide..."
Ji Lengming was about to explain.
Han Daoren, who was very thoughtful, said, "Don't worry. Aside from Fan Zhishan, who might be carrying a hot weapon, everyone else only has cold weapons."
Sun Biao: "How do you know..."
Ji Lengming glanced at Sun Biao's fat face.
"If you had a gun and saw me pull it out, what would you do?"
Sun Biao: "Of course it's the bright guy!"
After he finished speaking, he immediately understood.
"Oh I see."
"Boss, after you showed your weapons, if these guys had powerful equipment, they would have taken it out and confronted you. There's no way they would have retreated in fear."
"So, this Fan guy really thinks that with a few henchmen and a few baseball bats, he can win and catch the turtle in the jar, right?"
"Little did they know that our area is full of talented people, with great gods in charge, and they are all pillars of society!"
"This man is too proud, arrogant, and self-righteous. He deserves his complete failure and his excessive happiness will turn into tragedy!"
Ji Lengming was about to step out.
Hearing so many confusing idioms coming out of Sun Biao's mouth suddenly made the corners of his mouth twitch.
The young man couldn't help but said, "Brother Biao, we are just talking among ourselves, so we don't need to be too artistic."
"If you really can't do it, you don't have to be a cultured person. You look quite manly when you keep saying 'alpaca'!"
After saying this, Ji Lengming pushed the door open and walked out.
Sun Biao sat there blankly, pointing at Boss Ji's back, and turned to ask Han Daoren: "What does the boss mean? Why don't I understand?"
Han Daoren narrowed his eyes and grinned.
"Brother Ji, what you're saying is... your speech is very artistic, even better than some associate professors."
Sun Biao put on a 'come on, come on' expression and said, "Can an associate professor be like me? Are they also full of 'alpaca'?"
Han Daoren sneered: "You are much better than them. You just talk about it, but they really do it!"
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Ji Lengming didn't care about the two people in the car bantering.
As soon as he came out of the car, he was like a beast out of a cage, scaring more than a dozen thugs holding weapons present, and they all stepped back involuntarily.
The handsome young man stood in the sun, his facial features clear and distinct.
He did not deliberately stare at anyone, but just looked at Fan Zhishan calmly, his eyes were deep, as if absorbing all the light around him.
"Mr. Fan, first courtesy, then force."
"You have two options. Either you tell me Wen Wan's whereabouts, or I shut you up forever."
"Which one do you choose?"
Fan Zhishan stared at the gun in Ji Lengming's hand, and his left hand subconsciously wanted to touch his lower back.
There were the light weapons he usually used for self-defense.
But he was also afraid of the other party and did not dare to act rashly.
"Ha! Mr. Ji, you are more powerful than I thought!"
"Where is the capable person I sent to Baohua Town to investigate the scene?"
Ji Lengming noticed some subtle expressions and movements of Fan Zhishan.
He pretended to know nothing and responded briefly.
It's a matter of course.
"You mean that big, stupid, clueless guy? He's dead!"
The word "dead" brought out the infinite cruelty deep in Fan Zhishan's heart.
The cruelty of the bandit was fully revealed on his rich face.
"good very good!"
The middle-aged man clenched his teeth, and these words seemed to be crushed, mixed with blood, and squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Little brat, you'd better have the strength to really make me shut up forever!"
"Otherwise, you might not be able to hear about Miss Wen's whereabouts!"
After Fan Zhishan finished his threats, he kicked the minion who was blocking his way.
While the minion was staggering and confusing Ji Lengming's vision, he quickly reached for the equipment from his waist.
however.
Ji Leng had expected it tomorrow morning.
The moment Fan Zhishan kicked his subordinate, he immediately adjusted to the position he had calculated long ago and pulled the trigger smoothly.
Only a dull 'pop' sound was heard from inside the gun.
A bullet was ejected at a speed faster than the nerve signals of anyone present.
Fan Zhishan's hand was just reaching behind his back, and he was about to take out the self-defense gun tucked behind his waistband.
Suddenly I felt a chill on my forearm.
He lowered his head and looked around. The plump, pale arm seemed to have a hole drilled in it, and blood suddenly spurted out from the torn hole.
There was an interval of about two or three seconds.
A delayed, burning pain suddenly shot up along the nerve endings.
"Um...ah!"
Fan Zhishan's weak and piercing cry of pain suddenly emanated from his lungs.
Ji Lengming ignored the other party's screams.
The tone is simple and cold, like a scalpel cutting open a belly.
"I said, courtesy first, then force."
"I want to know Wen Wan's whereabouts."
"You have thirty seconds to think about it. If you don't cooperate after thirty seconds, I will cut off your other hand!"
Fan Zhishan's face turned pale due to blood loss.
The rising anger mixed with the unbearable pain made the already ferocious face even more distorted.
He started out as a gangster and was the boss for so long, committing murder and arson and acting lawless.
Even if he cleans up his act and becomes a businessman or a people's entrepreneur, he will still be one of the best.
I have never been like today, being bullied by a young boy who came to my house and held my head.
"How dare you shoot me, you little bastard!"
"You want to know Miss Wen's whereabouts, right? After Master Zhao is done with her, I will definitely send her to the brothel myself!"
"This is my territory, everyone here is my people! If you have the guts, kill them all!"
"Otherwise, I will definitely tie you up and bring you to Miss Wen, the woman you've been thinking about so much, so that you can see with your own eyes how your beloved woman works with thousands of bastards full of poisonous diseases!"
Ji Lengming thought that his heart had been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations and had become as hard as a rock.
When I suddenly hear someone's dirty words, my heart suddenly becomes turbulent and I become wild and violent.
At that moment, some thugs who were closer to Fan Zhishan saw the blood gushing from the bullet hole in Fan Zhishan's mouth and wanted to help their boss.
The young man saw this.
The anger in my heart suddenly erupted.
The muzzle of the gun tilted.
The moment the gangster got close to Fan Zhishan, he pulled the trigger again.
There was only a slight "puff" sound.
The head of the bandit who was about to check on his boss's injuries exploded in front of Fan Zhishan's eyes like a watermelon pierced by an iron thorn.
Fan Zhishan's face was covered in blood, and he couldn't hide his shock.
When everyone present saw the dead body, their faces turned even paler.
Han Daoren in the car was digging into the seat cover with his ten fingers. He wanted to rush out, but Sun Biao grabbed his arm tightly.
Ji Lengming stood under the clear and vast blue sky.
Before my eyes stands a glacier that has not melted for a hundred years, and in my heart burns a karmic fire that has not been extinguished for a thousand years.
The strange aura, like that of a demon or a saint, is domineering and malicious, so powerful that it is suffocating.
He looked at Fan Zhishan with a smile and addressed him politely.
There is a kind of madness that is extremely calm.
"Mr. Fan, I'm sure you've seen the scene of heads rolling around before, right?"
"But don't worry, your head is very noble and will definitely be the last one to hit the ground."
"You have twenty seconds to think about it."
"When the time comes, you still haven't told me the information I want to hear."
"I don't mind shooting all your men one by one!"