Chapter 853 Massacre

Chapter 853 Massacre

Looking at the broken glass that fell to the ground due to the shooting, and the young men lying on the ground in the room who were already dead. Zhao Jianhui was also surprised in his heart.

Lin Yajing's continuous bullets accurately hit seven or eight men in the room. All were shot through the head, killing each other with one shot. The accuracy of his marksmanship, the speed with which he draws his gun, and his calm and decisive actions. With such a powerful ability, even the few people Zhao Jianhui brought out could rarely surpass her.

However, Lin Yajing did not kill the two biggest villains, Luo Shaocong and Robert. Apart from the two of them, Sophie was the only living person in the room, and she was still unconscious.

Lin Yajing's pistol had no bullets in it, but he still pointed the gun at Luo Shaocong's head: "Don't just fucking stand there! Hurry up, take off the handcuffs on her hands, and take the fuck out of you two beasts yourself." Handcuffs!" While Zhao Jianhui was still sighing, Lin Yajing had already issued an order to Luo Shaocong with anger.

A burst of gunfire came from behind Zhao Jianhui. It may be that the gunfire just now has alerted the people Robert left on the ship. In the room, Luo Shaocong and Robert began to have a trace of blush on their bloodless faces. They were here, maybe...

However, Lin Yajing didn't care about that at all. As the gunshots got closer and closer, Lin Yajing's voice came out from the room: "Don't worry about the things inside. You can deal with the people outside..."

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking to himself, I just gave you this gun, what should I use to deal with others? Fight with bare hands against gangsters holding pistols?

However, no matter how unwilling he was, he still had to deal with the annoying guys behind him. Zhao Jianhui shortened his body and was already hiding in the dark shadow outside the door. While squatting down, he had already grabbed a handful of stone seeds.

In the room, Luo Shaocong howled, and he didn't know where Lin Yajing greeted him. He just heard his trembling voice pleading: "Spare me, Lin Jing, I don't dare to do it anymore, you I will do whatever you ask me to do, I...I will handcuff myself immediately..."

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but smile, thinking to himself, he looks like a loser and still hangs out in the underworld? Why did Luo Shiyou, the leader of the largest gang in Hong Kong, give birth to such a useless son?

The figure rushing towards the shore was getting closer and closer to the house next to him. Zhao Jianhui, who was used to the darkness, glanced sideways. There were a total of six people rushing over with the dick in their hands. It was obvious from their body movements that they were four men and two women. The four men were running in front and the two women were running behind. They were all holding dicks in their hands.

The bullets hit the wall and made a rustling sound. In the dark night, you could clearly see the direction of the dark red flames sprayed from the opponent's gun muzzle. Zhao Jianhui silently estimated the distance between the other party and himself. When those people were still seventeen or eighteen meters away from the house, he flicked his wrist, and the stone seeds in his hand scattered like a rain of flowers into the sky.

The six people who were rushing forward crazily were lying or lying on the ground. Suddenly, there was a dead silence inside and outside the house. "How's it going?" After waiting for about ten seconds, Lin Yajing asked from inside the room. Zhao Jianhui smiled and clapped his hands: "Everyone's 'shooting' points are all the fatal points on the head such as the eyebrows and temples. No matter what, I can't let you compete, can I?"

"Will you die if you don't brag?" Lin Yajing said suddenly, and you could hear a hint of joy and comfort in her voice.

"How can I brag? If you don't believe it, come out and see for yourself..." Zhao Jianhui walked to those people with a smile, stretched out his foot and kicked a white man lying on the ground. This guy was already dead, but he was still holding the gun in his hand tightly.

He died lying on the ground, which shows that he was still rushing forward when he was stoned to death by Zhao Jianhui. Zhao Jianhui turned him over with his feet. Sure enough, there was a deep and bloody hole between his eyebrows. This man's eyes were wide open and he was dead. Lying quietly at his feet was a dark-skinned woman who died in the same way as him. There was blood on the back of her head and a brilliant patch of brain on the top of her head.

"Nigger." Zhao Jianhui reached out and took the pistol out of her hand. Under the dim moonlight in the dark night, this woman's skin can still be felt to be frighteningly dark, which shows how dark she is.

"Have a nice journey! I'm sorry to see you off!" Zhao Jianhui, who had this in mind, sneered, waved at them, and continued walking forward.

On the seaside in front, a white boat with lights on was moored quietly. It is said to be small because compared with those 10,000-ton cargo ships in the sea, it is not really big, but even so, it is more than twenty meters long and five or six meters wide. When people stand in front of it, they still feel that the ship is huge.

Zhao Jianhui jumped on the boat and searched it inside and out to confirm that there was no one else on the boat. Then he got off the boat, but he already had two large boxes in his hand.

When he returned to the door of the house and took a clear look at the situation in the house, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but was stunned. He saw two women, Lin Yajing and Louise Polly, sitting upright on the chairs on the table, smiling. Look at Su Feifei holding a belt in her hand and lashing Luo Shaocong's body.

"Hey, what are you doing? Have you found the other girls?" Zhao Jianhui looked at Louise Polly and asked. Louise Polly smiled and nodded: "It's in the third room in the second row at the back. I was afraid that they would run around, so I didn't dare to let them out..." Zhao Jianhui couldn't help being stunned again, thinking to himself When did this foreign girl learn so carefully?

In the room, Sophie was still gritting her teeth and beating a middle-aged man in his thirties who had his legs wrapped in white gauze. A little closer to the inside, in the middle, there was a tall man in a white suit lying on the ground. The blond man had a gold chain hanging around his neck and a dazzling big ring on his finger. The man's eyes were tightly closed, his lower abdomen was still rising and falling slightly, and the expression on his face was that of extreme fear.

But what made Zhao Jianhui stunned was not the dead or half-dead foreign man. The reason why he was stunned was Su Feifei, who was beating Luo Shaocong with a belt. The woman's upper body was wearing a men's short-sleeved shirt, half of her body was naked and fair, she was slim and graceful, and her figure was extremely graceful. Her pair of slender white thighs were smooth and round, and she wore a pair of light gray high heels on her pierced feet. When she was whipping Luo Shaocong, her heels were slightly raised, and her every move was so beautiful and attractive.

Zhao Jianhui put the big box in his hand on the table, looked at Lin Yajing, then looked at Su Feifei who was beating someone, and asked with surprise in his eyes: "What is this for? Which song is it singing?"

"You, ah! Zhao Jianhui? It's you! What, how..." After Sophie looked at Zhao Jianhui for a few seconds, she suddenly lowered her head and looked at herself. Her body trembled, her eyes widened, and the expression on her face The shock that came out was extremely clear.

"Sophie Feifei, long time no see!" Zhao Jianhui smiled and turned around, only to realize that right under his feet, a piece of women's jade-white trousers that had been punctured was being stepped on by him. Zhao Jianhui bent down - Sophie Feifei's voice came to mind behind him: "Stop, you are not allowed to look..."

Zhao Jianhui looked stunned, thinking: What did I see? Aren't you afraid that I would turn my back because you were shy? However, he quickly came back to his senses and looked at the tattered women's trousers on the ground. He thought about Sophie Fei's snow-white thighs. After thinking about it, Zhao Jianhui straightened up again and whispered. : "If there are no taboos, just take off any clothes from so many people here and put them on. If you really don't want to wear them, there seem to be a few women's clothes on the boat at the beach..."

Before he finished speaking, Sophie had already ran out.

Zhao Jianhui grabbed Luo Shaocong's hair and lifted him up: "Don't be afraid, as long as you answer my questions honestly, I won't hurt you." He pretended to smile gently, shrugged his shoulders, and spoke teasingly He continued: "Who are you, and who is this guy lying on the ground? I don't think you don't know what's in these two boxes, right?"

"I...I, I...know...Oh...I am Luo Shaocong, the general manager of Hongfa Group. The man on the ground, Robert Coupe, is a subordinate of Captain Huan. The contents of those two boxes should be... White powder..."

"Wouldn't you just say that you are the son of Luo Shiyou of the Hongxing Gang? You are the general manager of Hongfa Group. Aren't you just a fucking drug dealer and human trafficker? If you hadn't promised no harm just now, You, I really should blow your head off with a punch. Tell me, after all the bad things you have done, what are you Hong Xing doing that is so outrageous?"

"I, I, I..." Upon hearing what Zhao Jianhui said, Luo Shaocong couldn't help but feel extremely frightened. While he was muttering, he subconsciously wanted to shrink his body into the corner as much as possible.

"Look where is the safest place in your room? Just hide somewhere. But if you were caught by me, you wouldn't talk like this..." Zhao Jianhui stretched out his hand and wiped the area around him. The table suddenly hit the table with a fist. The table made of unknown wood actually collapsed into a deep pit that could just accommodate the fist.

"Think about it for yourself, is your head harder than this table?" Looking at his frightened and incomprehensible face, Zhao Jianhui still had a faint smile on his face, watching him quietly.

The brighter he smiled, the more frightened Luo Shaocong felt. Looking at Zhao Jianhui's still clenched fists, he couldn't help but tremble.

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