When it was just dawn.

The Whisperer Bar has entered the closing stage.

Those drunken drunkards were thrown out mercilessly by Scarface commanding several strong men.

In the office, Zhong Shenxiu watched Smith calculate income.

The colorful dollar bills on the table, as well as various gold pounds and auxiliary coins... almost everyone's eyes were shaking.

"A total of $572 and 36 cents!"

More than ten minutes later, Smith raised his head and said in an amazement: "Because this batch of alcohol has no cost, just deduct a little insignificant salary and the dividends given to Notting Hill, the rest are pure profits!"

"Well enough."

Zhong Shenxiu nodded and held the bag full of money in her hand: "Is there anything else?"

"The wine storage in the wine cellar is almost not enough..."

Smith tells a situation.

"The location selection of the pharmacy and equipment collection are already being done, but no matter how fast the raw materials come, it will take time to ferment into wine. We have a blank period that needs to be filled."

Zhong Shenxiu nodded and looked at Scarface: "Have you found out clearly?"

"I've found out clearly. The last time I did it was done by the Moore bandits. There were only six people, each of them was a habitual robber and murderer... I'm looking for channels to find the drinks in my hands recently."

A trace of hideousness appeared on Scar's face.

No matter who is shot, he will never forget this hatred.

"Very good, we went to snatch them. They should have stored a lot of wine. Although the quality is low, they can probably barely use it after distilling and refining."

Zhong Shenxiu nodded.

...

The Moore Bandits are the bandits who robbed the old sea dog caravan last time.

Before, the old sea dog had asked the Notting Hill family to find relevant clues, but even if the batch of private wine was taken back through Notting Hill, they would pay more shares to the gang.

After all, the Notting Hill family is not a good man and will not do anything for him in vain.

This time, Zhong Shenxiu planned to take action himself and avenge Levi Mojito by the way.

It's noon.

The sun hangs high in the air, scattering bright sunshine.

A black carriage slowly drove out of the city and came outside a warehouse in the suburbs.

In the carriage, Scar face was carrying two people, tidying up the guns in his hands.

In addition to the cold temperament of Scarface, the other two are bodyguards found in the bar. Although they passed the Scarface test, they are actually a little different from the real gunman.

At this time, one by one, one by one, his palms were trembling with excitement or fear.

Zhong Shenxiu glanced at Scarface, and Scarface immediately made a gesture of surrendering: "There is no way, boss... the real good guys have all surrendered to Notting Hill or Rick, Gambi...."

Looking at the two guys who lowered their heads, Zhong Shenxiu rolled her eyes: "Okay, I don't plan to let you stand in front this time. Just help with gun repair and cleaning the battlefield after the war."

While speaking, he also checked the guns in his hand.

A revolver with a unique shape has a bright silver color on the body of the gun, and the buttstock is beautifully curved, which is obviously from a high-quality gun workshop with superb skills.

In addition, there is also a typewriter. Although the firepower is strong, it can be empty in a few seconds after loading the bullets, and then it becomes a fire stick.

"Is the warehouse ahead sure that is the stronghold of the Moore gang?"

Zhong Shenxiu loaded the bullet and issued the final inquiry.

After receiving the affirmative answer from Scarface, a smile appeared on his face: "Everyone thought the sneak attack must have happened at night... but they didn't know that during the afternoon, those who had lunch would be very lazy in their spirits, and the illusory sense of security brought by the light... can also become our cover."

"As for infiltration and afterwards? As long as you silence all the people you see, you will be perfect without witnesses..."

He touched his eyebrows.

Because of the potential impact of [herder], this body is very inspiring.

At this time, I felt a little tingling pain between my eyebrows, and I seemed to see a sea of ​​blood in front of me, and my body trembled slightly.

‘It’s a bit dangerous, but within the scope of acceptance.’

‘Interesting… Is there any fierce man in the Moore gang that makes me feel dangerous?’

Zhong Shenxiu licked her tongue and made a gesture: "Action!"

...

Outside the warehouse.

A figure wearing a black windbreaker, a cowboy hat, and carrying a typewriter, walked casually to the front of the door.

Zhong Shenxiu's muzzle was facing the door and suddenly pulled the trigger.

Da da! Da da da!

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The flames were rampant, and countless bullets were vented in an instant.

A large number of holes were punched in the door.

After finishing the magazine, Zhong Shenxiu kicked open the door and saw a messy warehouse.

The original tables, chairs, benches and benches were scattered with cards and wine glasses everywhere.

In the pool of blood, three corpses were knocked like hornets' nests.

These guys were sitting in a circle playing cards, but Zhong Shenxiu came to play all in one go.

In addition, there was a trembling guy who shrank into a ball, and it seemed that he was not swept by a bullet because of his luck.

At this moment, he was holding his hands high and shouting, "Don't shoot!"

"Moore gang?!"

Zhong Shenxiu frowned. This resistance seemed to be weaker than expected, and was completely inconsistent with the slight sense of danger before.

Compared to facts, he still believes in his inspiration.

"Okay, now tell me where are you two more people going?"

He threw away the typewriter in his hand and asked casually.

"They are here..."

The survivor replied tremblingly, his eyes rolled, and his palm touched his waist secretly, trying to pull out the revolver on his waist and shoot.

The next moment.

Zhong Shenxiu pulled out his gun and fired at a faster speed than him, and a cloud of blue smoke emerged from the exquisite revolver.

The bandits on the opposite side have fallen down.

"Why do you want to die by drawing a gun with me?"

Zhong Shenxiu sighed. With his experience and subtle manipulation of his body, both gun drawing and other gun techniques have reached the peak of ordinary humans. This bandit wants to play cowboy games with him, and it is completely a waste of time.

Thinking of this, Zhong Shenxiu slowly walked into the warehouse.

The black leather shoes on the feet were stepped on blood-stained cards.

In the pool of blood and wine flowing, Zhong Shenxiu's inspiration suddenly felt a sense of danger.

He instinctively dodged to the side, avoided a gunshot, and raised his hand and shot him.

The sneak attacker hid behind an iron cabinet and was in a shooting dead corner, but it was useless!

The bullet shot from Zhong Shenxiu's revolver hit the wall behind him, splashing back and hitting the sneak attacker's back accurately.

He screamed, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

‘Using the principle of bullet sputtering, calculating ballistics, and hitting the enemy from an incredible angle, this can be Zhong’s gun fighting technique…’

Zhong Shenxiu walked over and saw a fierce-looking white young man lying in a pool of blood, still trying to reach the gun.

He walked over and kicked away the hunting rifle that the other party was trying hard to touch.

"You gangsters have six people in total, five here, where is the one missing?"

While asking questions, Zhong Shenxiu stepped on the man's palm with her leather shoes and kept exerting force.

"Give me aside, forgive me!"

The face of the white young man was twisted, and a lot of tears flowed out, showing an extreme expression of fear.

"Tell me!" Zhong Shenxiu repeated again.

Behind him, the three Scarfaces also ran over, looking at the corpses all over the ground, with an incredible look on their faces.

Li Wei is absolutely incredibly powerful to be able to kill so many fierce bandits by himself.

"I said!" The bandit looked collapsed: "Our boss... was drinking in the wine warehouse behind... probably drunk."

Zhong Shenxiu sighed.

He had known for a long time that as a desperate person, how could a guy who has today or tomorrow resist the temptation of alcohol?

Now that you have the opportunity, of course you will enjoy it crazy.

"Forgive me!"

Looking at the white young man crying bitterly, Zhong Shenxiu suddenly had a memory. At the night outside the birch forest, it seemed that these eyes were the ones who grinned and shot bullets into Levi Mojito's body.

Bang!

With a gunshot, the other party's head exploded.
Chapter completed!