I don’t know if it was because Cheng Bin’s gentle tone was too convincing, the man quickly calmed down. He took a step back with his wrist that was pinched, opened his tears, looked at Cheng Bin and asked, “Who are you?”

"Do you have to discuss such a philosophical issue when you first meet?" Cheng Bin said: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

He took a step forward and said to the smoke that had not yet dissipated in the house: "Put back all the things in your hands, otherwise, the next time you will be more than smoke."

The man in front of the door stared at him blankly and suddenly shouted, "Don't be afraid, he has only one person."

"Yes, I'm so glad you noticed this." Cheng Bin turned his head slightly to look at him, "Not only I have only one person, but I only have a dozen bullets in this gun. Even if I save money, it's not enough for each person to spread one shot."

He stepped forward, looked at the man who was retreating in a hurry, and smiled and said, "But guess what? I can put your name at the top of the list so you don't have to worry about losing bullets when it's your turn."

When the man saw Cheng Bin walking towards him, he instinctively wanted to escape, but he did not dare to turn around and could only stagger back. As a result, he was caught by the debris that fell to the ground after only two steps.

Cheng Bin took a step forward, stuffed the revolving gun pistol that he had just stolen from his left hand into his mouth, and stirred it hard, "You don't seem to be very satisfied with my arrangement?"

The man screamed in horror, but the revolver's sight cut through his tongue and lips, making it impossible for him to express his opinions clearly.

"It seems you agree." Cheng Bin squatted down and looked at the man and said, "Then let's start with you?"

As his left index finger gradually exerted force, the revolver's bolt began to open backwards. The man looked at the pistol in horror, but did not dare to reach out to grab it. Theoretically, as long as the bolt was opened and then fell back, it would not take the entire process to fire, so any action of his will speed up the process of shooting out the bullet.

"No." A woman's voice came from behind Cheng Bin. The man widened his eyes, and his eyes wandered lively on Cheng Bin and the woman behind him, as if reminding Cheng Bin that someone was talking behind him. To be honest, Cheng Bin felt that at least at this moment, the man's expression management level was infinitely close to the spirit of craftsmanship.

"Madame Castro?" Cheng Bin did not look back. He looked at the face of the man in front of him and said slowly: "You said you don't want it?"

"No." Mrs. Castro hugged the little girl, stood at the gate behind Cheng Bin, and shouted: "Just don't shoot." She said: "Don't let the children see these."

Cheng Bin looked back at her with a complicated expression and said slowly: "Of course."

He said: "This is your home, and you have the right to forgive him, even if he just broke into your home with a gun. Even if I think it's a bad thing to let the child see that the sin is not punished."

He slowly let go of his index finger, and let the revolver's bolt return to its original position, pulling it out of the man's mouth.

"Get out." He said, "Remember to change your pants first after you get home, you're as smelly as a piece of shit."

Before Cheng Bin could stand up, the man had turned around, rolled and crawled towards the courtyard gate. After passing through the courtyard gate and running around as far as possible, he passed through the courtyard gate and fled to the street, and then he dared to stand up and run away desperately. From beginning to end, he did not dare to look back.

"Even if he needs to be punished, death is too much." Mrs. Castro did not go to see the escaped man and stood in the yard and said to Cheng Bin: "The punishment should be appropriate."

Cheng Bin politely pulled his lips, saying that he had already laughed. He looked at the crowd who obeyed the orders and put down his belongings and left in a hurry, and said to Mrs. Castro: "On the contrary, I think the punishment has always been to warn more people. If the punishment is not strong enough, it will only make everyone no longer afraid of punishment."

He said slowly, "But of course you may be right, after all, I never thought of educating someone." He looked at the woman's pale face and said, "What really makes me unbelievable is that Gujian's wife actually thinks this way."

The woman lowered her eyes, looked at the ground for a while, and then she said softly: "You are very familiar with him."

"I've had some dealings," said Cheng Bin. At this time, the once crowded crowd in the house had run away, and the smoke and dust generated by the grenade explosion had also dissipated and landed, and black granular smoke and dust were everywhere.

He put away his gun, nodded to the woman and said, "Do you want to go in and take a look?"

Seeing Mrs. Castro nodding, Cheng Bin walked in first, stood in the living room and looked around. After confirming that there was no one, he turned around and signaled Mrs. Castro and his daughter to come in.

Mrs. Castro walked in with her daughter's hand, without looking at her living room, and walked straight along the stairs to the second floor. Cheng Bin took a step forward and walked in front of them.

"Did you come from Gongqingcheng?" Mrs. Castro whispered: "You give me a very different feeling than others."

"Because I hate the law?" Cheng Bin said absent-mindedly. He stepped out of the stairs and stood on the floor on the second floor and looked around.

Of course, Mrs. Castro's home is not as big as Emily or Glova's residence, and is not even half as big as the Guzan family. The corridor is empty. From the traces, the layout here was in a simple way, not because Gangze had been robbed.

Mrs. Castro said that there were two people here to protect them, and Cheng Bin estimated that they should live on the first floor.

Cheng Bin reached out and held the handle of the pistol in his arms and slowly pushed open the door next to him. He had just noticed that some people had gone up the second floor, so be careful that someone was hiding here and not leaving.

After checking each room in sequence, he came to the door at the end of the corridor. Unlike other rooms, the door here was closed.

He reached out and pushed it, and found that the door was locked. He couldn't help but look back at Mrs. Castro.

Mrs. Castro's face was still pale, and it was hard to see what she was thinking, but judging by the way she held the girl in her arms again, she should have something to say about it.

Cheng Bin nodded to her and kicked open the door.

The gunshots rang out, and the bullets shot out from the door and hit the wall opposite. The girl in Madame Castro's arms screamed, but was soon pulled back to the stairs by her mother.

Cheng Bin did not enter the door. He stood in the corridor, shooting in a steady state through the walls of the room. When he opened the door just now, he saw the flashes generated when shooting in the room, which could determine the approximate position of the shooter. For rookies, it was always difficult for them to think that the barriers of the walls were not that safe.

The buildings on the wasteland are mainly made of wood, and even the police station of Maple Leaf Town divides the rooms with wooden boards. The temperature in the Grand Canyon remains stable all year round, and the humidity is relatively moderate, so there is no need to consider insulation. Even the wooden boards are thinner than those in Maple Leaf Town.

After firing two shots, Cheng Bin heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. He slowly walked to the door of the room that was kicked and looked inside.

The first thing that caught my eye was a big bed, and then the person lying between the bed and the window. The man's cross-body bag was open and he could see that it was filled with what the man found.

Cheng Bin walked in and first bent down to pick up the pistol on the ground. It was a revolver with no brand. Its quality was relatively new, but the workmanship was rough. Cheng Bin lost interest after taking a look, and threw it away the bullets in the bullet bay and threw it into the corner.

He walked out of the room with his bag taken from the body and said to the mother and daughter hiding on the stairs: "Sorry, it has stained your bedroom."

He handed over the bag, "This is found on that man, do you want to go in and take a look?"

"You keep it." Mrs. Castro glanced at him, shook her head and said, "Just treat it as a reward for saving us."

Cheng Bin shook his head, "Mr. Castro has paid." He said, "Please don't defile my professional ethics."

The woman glanced at him deeply and slowly stood up.

"You are not a friend of Guzin." She said, "You were sent by Miss Emily."
Chapter completed!