The sound of clattering footsteps came from the entrance of the stairs, causing the boss who was busy counting money to frown.

After seeing the messenger, he put down half of the bills in his hand.

He picked up the machete and scolded, "You are shameless, right?"

As he said that, he walked towards the stairs, intending to teach the messenger a lesson.

But after just a few steps, he saw the dark sound-silenced pistol in the messenger's hand, and the boss's pupils suddenly shrank.

If you extort 20,000 yuan, you will kill someone to silence me? Who is the policeman and who is the underworld?

Although he was a poor character who gained a foothold by Baishantou, he was a bit brave after all, but he dared to open a tattoo shop in Jiuhua Outer City.

After seeing the pistol in the messenger's hand, the boss was not scared to throw away the machete and raise his hands to salute.

Instead, he picked up a glass from the table and smashed it to the messenger's face.

While distracting his attention with a glass cup, the boss himself rushed forward with a machete with a fierce face.

As the saying goes, the gun is fast outside of seven steps.

Within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate.

You said the knife was fast?

Anyone who talks about the faster response speed is just a hooligan.

The messenger shot two times, one shot shattering the glass, and the other shot hit the boss on the thigh.

The boss staggered in front of the messenger, hugged his thigh and screamed in a shrill voice.

The bullet used by the messenger is a rubber bullet, but don’t think that the rubber bullet will not kill people. If it is hit at such a close distance, it is no different from a lead bullet, and it will be burping.

Normal bullets are hit in non-fatal areas. After a while of cultivation, at most one gun hole will be left, which will not affect future activities.

When the rubber bullet hits the body at close range, it is likely to leave half-permanent trauma, such as a large area of ​​bruises.

After this shot, the boss had to lie in the bed for more than two months even if his leg was not broken.

The messenger ignored the boss who was lying on the ground and screaming. He first threw the machete into the corner of the basement, then came to the sofa and packed the banknotes.

Kim Ping'an, who was originally guarding the stairs, rushed down after hearing the screams in the basement.

While tying the boss with the hemp rope that was turned out from the cabinet, the messenger asked, "If you don't block the door, why are you going to run down?"

Kim Ping An smiled angrily: "I didn't hear the screams so I came down to take a look..."

Bang bang bang bang!

"Boss? I just seemed to hear someone calling, okay!"

The apprentice's faint shouting came from the entrance of the stairs.

The messenger picked up the gun and pointed it at the boss's head, giving him a look of 'you know what to say'.

However, the pain did not make him afraid, but instead stimulated his fierceness.

The boss stared at the messenger fiercely, his teeth creaked.

Seeing this, the messenger opened the pistol security again, changed the muzzle and pointed at the other head below him.

"It's okay! Be busy with you!"

The boss screamed at the top of his throat, and the pain in his thighs brought a hint of tremolo to his voice.

"What did you say?"

The sound insulation in the basement is very good. The sound from above is yelling at the top of the room and it is the level of whispering in class. If you don’t listen carefully, you won’t be able to hear it clearly.

"It's okay! Go ahead and go!"

The boss repeated the words again.

After saying this, there was no movement on it.

The boss, who was tied to a chair, endured the pain and asked, "Who are you?"

"A legal bounty hunter with guns, you can call me a messenger."

The messenger put away his pistol and picked up the shells that landed on the ground.

"messenger?"

The boss's facial features were almost curled up in pain, but he still gritted his teeth and tried hard to find the relevant memories.

But why didn’t I think about it when Qianhua Market had this number of people?

"I came from Neva."

The messenger seemed to see what he was thinking and took the initiative to explain, of course, this sentence also means intimidation.

Sure enough, when the boss heard the word Neihua, he looked frightened.

Bounty hunters with gun licenses are not simple.

Moreover, in Nehua City, if you want to apply for a gun permit, you must assist the police in arresting at least 30 vicious criminals and make outstanding contributions in the operation.

This is one of the conditions that Neihua City has made public.

As a world-renowned capital of sin.

Just a small number of criminals who fled from Neihua to Qianhua Market can create a Jiuhua Outer City. It is easy to imagine what level are those real big men with grass on their graves.

In contrast, the gun bounty hunter who is against those real big shots is even less likely to be a simple product.

Guns and cannons have no eyes. Neihua arrests thirty criminals every day without any injuries. They can be called the living god of war.

Therefore, none of the people who can be a gun bounty hunter in Neihua City are good at it.

Especially the bounty hunter, who is not missing any arms or legs, is even more a tough character among the tough characters.

The messenger put the sketch on the boss's face and asked, "Give you another chance, have you ever seen this person?"

"See you! Have seen you! He came to my shop to tattoo!"

The boss quickly replied.

The messenger nodded slightly, then held his left little finger with his hand.

A chill suddenly arose in the boss's heart.

"Do you know him?" the messenger asked casually.

"I don't know...ah!ah!ah!"

With a gamble, the boss's little finger was broken by the messenger.

"I really don't know him!"

The boss was so painful that tears came out. It wasn't him who was cowardly, but this was a human instinctive reaction.

"The next question, say anything about him until I'm satisfied."

The messenger still had the indifferent expression. He let go of his little finger and held the boss' ring finger again.

"Two months ago, Brother Huo brought him over to have a tattoo. He asked me to tattoo a ghost-faced hawk moth on my arm!"

The boss was afraid that the messenger would break his ring finger when he said it was slow, and his speech was quick: "I don't know him, but Brother Huo must know him! It was Brother Huo who brought him here!"

After saying that, he looked at the messenger with a pleading look.

The messenger nodded and hummed, then broke his ring finger casually.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The boss gritted his teeth and forced his scream back.

Standing by the side and watching, Kim Ping'an subconsciously took a step back half a step.

He followed the police to see many tragic corpses. Finger-bending methods are nothing. The calm face of the messenger was the source of his fear.

Even though Kim Ping An knew that this boss was not a good person, he still felt a little scared when he looked at the messenger.

This kind of person who is used to torture on others is like eating and drinking water, which is the most terrifying thing.

Only then did Kim Ping An realize that the messenger might be different from what he imagined.

He has always regarded the messenger as a martyr who can find out the truth at all costs, and as a companion who can entrust his funeral.

Now, he finally remembered something.

That is, in addition to being his companion, the messenger is also a bounty hunter.

A bounty hunter with a gun certificate in Neva City.

He may not be as kind as he thought he would.
Chapter completed!