V2.Chapter 357 (1/2)
In a house in the suburb of M City, two big men are sitting on the tea table, drinking the fragrant afternoon tea. There are few snacks left on the tea table. Obviously, these small snacks can't satisfy the two big men.
”Bang bang”
The knock on the door rang out. The man with the teacup frowned and asked in a deep voice: ”who?”
”Here's your take out, sir.” There was a woman's voice outside the door.
Hearing a woman's voice, the frowning man relaxed a little. He turned to his companion and asked, ”is that the takeout you ordered? Joe
The man, who was called Joe, shrugged and replied, ”I don't have any spare money to buy you takeout, Nick.”
”We didn't order takeout.” Nick yelled at the door.
”Wait a minute!” Joe, sitting opposite Nick, reached out to stop him.
”What are you doing?” Nick asked, puzzled.
Joe, who had stood up and walked to the door, turned to Nick and said, ”if it's a takeout that someone paid for, we can share it with him.”
”Well! You're a miser. Apart from spending money on the card table, there's nothing else you can do Nick said, shaking his head.
Not satisfied with Nick's sarcasm, Joe peered through the cat's eye on the door and took a look at the scene outside.
Seeing that there was only one girl with a fast food bag in her hand, and no one appeared beside her, Joe turned around and said, ”there's only one girl. Don't worry!”
”I don't care if someone comes to trouble!” Nick said with a sneer.
”Ha ha! Nick, your worry is superfluous. No one dares to make trouble with us unless he doesn't want to live Joe spoke and opened the door.
”Whoosh”
A burst of air came. Joe, who was holding the door handle, was shot through the throat before he could see the girl clearly.
Tall Joe, painfully stretched out his hand, scratched his neck, and fell back involuntarily.
Nick, sitting in the room, saw Joe's body fall back. Just for a moment, he was in a hurry to draw a pistol from his waist.
”Pa pa”
The sound of the gun, weakened by the muffler, was amplified again in the room, but it was just like the sporadic crack of firecrackers.
The bullet hit Nick's shoulder, and his body fell to the ground with a huge impact. Blood flowed down his arms to the icy ground.
The girl at the door threw away the fast food package and walked into the house with a pistol with a muffler in her hand.
The girl was wearing a blue skirt. When she came in from outside, Joe on the ground was still breathing, and her eyes were staring at the top, which made the girl frown slightly.
Raise the muzzle, pull the trigger, a bullet out of the chamber, stable nail into Joe's eyebrow.
Nick fell to the ground to see this scene, hurriedly back to the body, the injured arm trying to touch the waist.
”If I were you, I would be honest.” As she spoke, the girl took off her baseball cap and her long hair drifted away, but a pair of sunglasses covered most of her face.
To be pointed at with a gun, the wisest choice is to listen to each other quietly. Any superfluous action can only call for death.
So Nick gave up his last struggle. He gasped and looked at the girl in front of him.
After a chair, the girl sat in front of Nick, looked at him with calm eyes, and asked, ”where is the Chinese man you arrested?”
”What are you talking about? I don't understand Nick answered, shaking his head.