Xiao Fan said: "I don't know how to play with guns. I might accidentally misfire and hit you. If you don't want to die, you'd better not rush to the front."
Although they said they usually bullied the market, this was their first time seeing a gun, so they were a little scared.
At this time, Huang Mao over there said: "That gun can only hold seven bullets in total. Now two have been shot out, and there are at most five bullets left in it. I have dozens of brothers, and I don't believe you can do it today."
Kill them all with five bullets!"
Xiao Fan laughed when he heard this and said: "Of course I can't kill them all. I will only kill the few who rush at the front."
He looked at everyone and said: "Which of you wants to stand at the front? I will shoot at the people in the front later."
When they saw Xiao Fan pointing his gun at them, they were frightened and hurriedly stood in two rows and hid aside.
Xiao Fan pointed at the people in front and said, "You like standing at the front so much, don't you? Okay, then I'll beat you later."
When those people heard this, they hurriedly hid behind them.
For a moment, everyone was in a mess.
When Huang Mao saw them like this, he yelled angrily: "A bunch of useless losers! Don't mess up! Just calm down!"
But they are not those who are not afraid of death. How can they be calm when encountering such a thing?
At this time, Xiao Fan's voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "You don't seem to be afraid of death?"
Huang Mao suddenly felt a chill on his neck, as if something was pressing against his neck.
He slowly turned his head to look, and he didn't know when the gun had been aimed at his neck.
His face turned pale instantly.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and he said with an embarrassed smile: "Don't... don't, brother, this is not fun, it's no better than that broken glass, please don't let your hands shake."
Xiao Fan: "I can't say for sure."
"No, no, no, I know I was wrong. I will apologize to you. I will make amends to you. Please don't shoot." Huang Mao said fearfully.
Xiao Fan laughed when he heard this: "Interesting, you came to kill me with a gun, and now you want to leave just to apologize. Do you think I am so easy to talk to?"
"This..." Huang Mao looked a little embarrassed and didn't know what to do.
Xiao Fan looked at him and said, "But I'm a little curious, where did you get this gun?"
Huang Mao said: "I asked my friend in the underground black market to get this."
"Oh? There is also an underground black market here?" Xiao Fan asked.
Huang Mao nodded.
Xiao Fan: “Where is that underground black market?”
"This..." Huang Mao was a little embarrassed.
Because the location of the black market generally cannot be told to outsiders.
The gun in Xiao Fan's hand hit him again.
He was immediately frightened and said hurriedly: "No, no, no, I said, I said, there is a big iron gate at the corner of the second floor below the East Gate Building. There is the underground black market, but it is only available at twelve o'clock every night.
It is open for three hours until three o'clock in the morning."
Xiao Fan asked: "How much did you buy this gun for?"
Huang Mao looked like he was about to cry but had no tears: "I gave him 10,000 yuan first, but he still has 30,000 yuan left. This is just the rent. When the time comes, the gun will have to be returned."
"Then you're at a loss. The market price of this gun won't allow you to pay so much," Xiao Fan said.
Huang Mao turned around and looked at him in surprise: "Brother, do you still know the price of this gun?"
"Of course, not only do I know the price of this gun, but I also know the price of all those bombs and trackers," Xiao Fan said.
Huang Mao was completely dumbfounded.
He stared blankly at the person in front of him: "Brother, you, who are you?"
He originally thought that the person in front of him was just an ordinary person with some good skills at most, but he didn't expect that he even knew the market price of this thing so clearly.
"Do you believe me when I say I am a retired mercenary from abroad?" Xiao Fan said.
Huang Mao nodded hurriedly: "I believe it, I definitely believe it!"
"Is it so easy to believe it?" Xiao Fan asked.
Huang Mao smiled and said: "With your skills, I will believe you even if you say you are the king of mercenaries. I have never seen anyone as skilled as you before."
"You flatter me loudly." Xiao Fan said.
Huang Mao smiled awkwardly and said: "I am learning now and selling now."
"Okay, because you are so serious about it, pay me half a million yuan in compensation, kneel down and kowtow three times, and let this be over with." Xiao Fan said.
Huang Mao looked at him in astonishment: "How...how much?"
"Fifty thousand, what? You still think it's too little? How about I give you a little more?" Xiao Fan said.
Huang Mao said hurriedly: "No, no, no, no. Brother, you also know that all my guns are on credit. If you ask me for five hundred thousand, where can I find them for you?"
Xiao Fan: "This is your problem. It has nothing to do with me. You can figure it out yourself."
"This..." Huang Mao looked embarrassed.
Xiao Fan: "If you have no money, there is another way."
"What can I do?" Huang Mao asked.
Xiao Fan looked at him: "I will shoot all the bullets in the gun on you. If you happen to not die, then the debt will be settled. If you die, then you will be unlucky.
"
Huang Mao looked bitter: "Brother, is there a third way?"
Xiao Fan: "Where did you get so much trouble? Hurry up! Choose one of the two!"
Huang Mao was helpless, and finally he had to say: "Okay, then I'll choose the first option."
Of course he wouldn't choose the second option. After all, there were five bullets in the gun. Even if those bullets didn't hit his vitals and hit his legs or butt, it would probably cause bleeding.
Aborted myself to death.
"Okay, I'll give you five minutes and I'll transfer 500,000 to this account right away."
As Xiao Fan said this, he took out his mobile phone and showed him an account.
"What? Five minutes!?" Huang Mao was completely dumbfounded.
Xiao Fan: "What? You think it's too much time?"
"No, where can I give you five hundred thousand in these five minutes?" Huang Mao was about to cry.
Xiao Fan: "This is your problem. I am only responsible for collecting money."
"I...this..." Huang Mao really wanted to cry.
The younger brothers all looked sympathetic when they saw him like this.
At this time, Xiao Fan directly turned on the stopwatch on his mobile phone and started counting: "Hurry up, the countdown has begun."
When Huang Mao saw that he was serious, he hurriedly turned around and said to the boys over there: "Hurry up! Take out all the money you have! Take out all the money you have!"
Everyone was reluctant, but he said so, so they had no choice but to cooperate honestly.