Chapter 89 Where can I find a witness if I kill you?
"I'm not used to talking to others with my head down, stand up." Yan Murong ordered the only surviving little boy.
"-----" Xiaopingtou didn't say anything, but his head shook like a rattle ----- Stand up? Is there any way to survive if you stand up? Looking at the brothers lying on the ground, Xiaopingtou felt in his heart
He was so furious that he really wanted to pick up his gun and shoot this kid, but the problem was that the sniper protecting him was really powerful. As long as he made any threatening movements, the other person would definitely pull the trigger without hesitation.
"Stand up, I won't kill you." Yan Murong kicked aside the guns around him and then said again.
Xiaoping raised his head and stared at Yan Murong for a long time. Then he carefully got up from the ground. At the same time, when he got up, he held his head with both hands ----- This was for the sniper hiding in the mountain.
Yes, so that he can know that he is no longer a threat and has surrendered. Please keep your fingers steady and don't shoot.
Only when the little flat head stood up completely did he finally take a breath.
Yan Murong also just saw the boy's crew cut clearly. He was too far away in the car just now, and after getting out of the car, he was hit by bullets and couldn't raise his head. He didn't have time to see what the other person looked like.
The other person is not tall, but his body looks very strong. He has a crew cut that looks like he just left the Royal Hotel. His appearance is very ordinary, and he is the kind that is inconspicuous in a crowd----
-If it weren't for those sharp eyes, people would probably believe him if he said he was a migrant worker.
"Who asked you to come?" Yan Murong asked, staring at the little flat head.
Xiaopingtou did not speak, but looked at Yan Murong with hatred in his eyes, and even Yan Murong could hear his teeth clattering.
He didn't hate his employer for asking him to deal with such a troublesome person, but he hated Yan Murong and hated Yan Murong for killing his brother who had been born and died for more than ten years.
"Speak." Yan Murong asked, not caring about the other person's eyes at all, staring closely into his eyes.
"Kill me, I don't know anything." Xiao Pingtou almost roared.
In their profession, credibility is important. Even if the mission fails and you are caught, you would rather die than reveal the identity of your employer. In this era of loss of faith, perhaps they are the only ones who still care about credibility.
Yan Murong knew that they cared about reputation, but he also scorned such stupid behavior - they were almost dying, and they still cared about the invisible and intangible reputation. It would be great to speak out, and maybe there would be a chance of survival after speaking out.
Woolen cloth.
"Okay." Yan Murong said helplessly. He also knew that it would be impossible for him to pry open this guy's mouth for a while, so he had to ask. "Then tell me something. What is your name?"
"Li Chuang." Xiao Pingtou gritted his teeth and said.
"Li Chuang?" Yan Murong laughed. "Your name is very good. Add the word "王" to it and you can start an uprising. Where are you from?"
"Henan."
"Who asked you to kill me?"
"I said, kill me, I won't say anything." Xiao Pingtou was not fooled, he said everything he could say, and he didn't hesitate to spit out a word he couldn't.
"Where can I find witnesses if I kill you?" Yan Murong said with a smile. "Look, I don't want to kill you at all - I didn't kill your brothers, so you just have to do it for me.
One thing, I will let you live."
"-----" Xiao Pingtou stopped talking. No matter how Yan Murong asked, he didn't speak. He just kept shaking his head and pretending to be dumb.
Just when Yan Murong was thinking about how to get him to speak, there was a sudden sound of braking behind him.
The police are here? Yan Murong was startled, but when he looked back, he found that it was not the police at all, but Teng Xiangling running back.
"Why are you back again?" Yan Murong looked at Teng Xiangling who got out of the car and asked in confusion - shouldn't this woman run to the police?
"I-----" As soon as Teng Xiangling said a word, he saw the four unlucky children on the ground whose skulls were lifted off by sniper rifles. Then a burst of acid water rushed from his stomach to his throat. He turned around,
I vomited while holding on to the car. The xiaolongbao I ate in the morning was in vain.
Looking at Teng Xiangling who was holding the cart and vomiting violently, Yan Murong shrugged helplessly -----You can't blame yourself for this, you were the one who ran back.
After vomiting for a while, Teng Xiangling stood up, tried not to look at the unlucky children on the ground, and said, "I ----- was worried about you, so I came back."
"Did you call the police?" Yan Murong asked.
"No-----I think you must have your own plans."
"-----" Yan Murong was depressed again.
Before the mysterious man secretly protecting him showed up, he really hoped that the police would come quickly. However, after the woman ran around for a while, she didn't find the police, and she didn't even call the police ----- but that's it.
Well, if the police came now, he would have to spend a lot of time explaining, which would be too troublesome.
"Do you have a quiet place at home?"
"Yes." Teng Xiangling said with certainty. "There is a cellar at home for storing medicinal materials. It was used in the past. Now almost no one stores medicinal materials there anymore."
"Okay." Yan Murong nodded, and after looking around, he pointed at a sack for holding gravel pressed under the pile of gravel and said, "Bring that over here for me."
Teng Xiangling didn't ask any more questions, ran over at a trot, then pulled out the sack that was pressed underneath and threw it at Yan Murong's feet, and then quickly got into the car ----- She didn't want to
I stayed here for one more second, and I regretted why I was worried that the bastard would come back and let me see such a bloody scene.
Yan Murong picked up the sack and hit Li Chuang on the back of the head with a knife. Li Chuang's eyes darkened and he was killed on the ground.
Then, Yan Murong picked up the sack and quickly put him in it. Then he picked up a thin wire on the ground and inserted the mouth of the bag-----This set of actions was extremely skillful. He had beaten him in the mountains before.
Prey often do this.
Picking up the sack containing Li Chuang, Yan Murong waved to the mountains in the distance. Regardless of whether others could see it or not, he opened the trunk of the Porsche and threw the bag in.
"You-----you want to take him back?" Teng Xiangling looked at Yan Murong who opened the car door and sat in, and asked with a trembling voice.
"Well, he is still useful, he can't die now." Yan Murong said.
"Should we call the police now?" Teng Xiangling asked.
"No need." Yan Murong shook his head and smiled bitterly. "The police are already here - I guess the gunshot just now was heard by others."