Although the following scene is not bloody, it is violent.

Doug took a few steps back so as not to get angry.

Mr. Smith's many creditors rushed over, like a hungry tiger pounced on a wolf. Not only did his expensive clothes instantly turn into powder. His suitcase filled with silver coin coupons was also unlocked in the competition.

The bills flying all over the sky are like colorful feathers, with a unique beauty under the blessing of the light and shadow effects of whale oil streets.

When the creditors saw the money, they immediately let go of Smith and tried their best to take all the money nearby into their arms.

There are 500 silver coupons with a denomination of only twenty silver coins.

Although the weight of the dispersed banknotes has not increased, they are not as easy to get when they are bundled.

The gentlemen who were all human during the day seemed to turn into evil spirits in front of the banknotes. Their clothes were almost impossible to cover, but they were still trying very hard to grab the banknotes.

Smith, who was lying on the mountain and was fucked by shoe prints, saw that his money was taken away by them. He first screamed hysterically, and then joined the robbery regardless of the aches on his body.

A weird drama surrounding money was performed under the street lights, but unfortunately Doug was the only one in the audience.

The guys from the slums nearby didn't dare to come out when they heard the sound.

Doug, who was relying on the gate of the printing and dyeing factory, saw that the money on the ground was almost picked up. He took a step forward and said, "Gentlemen, I believe that your debt recovery is relatively smooth. Let's see, this poor Mr. Smith, if you just take his money away and let him go. My God, you beat Mr. Smith like this! I feel heartbroken when I see it!"

Doug's voice was heartbroken. When he heard Doug's words, these Mr. Smith's creditors discovered that Smith had actually held many silver coin coupons at some point.

Some of them looked at Doug with gratitude, while others rushed forward a few steps, kicked Smith, forcibly prying his arm, and snatched out the silver coin vouchers he had tried hard to protect.

The money was almost done, so they stood nearest to the street lights, gathered in a circle, and distributed according to the amount agreed in advance.

After the allocation was completed, they counted and counted before putting the bank voucher into the burlap pocket they brought with them.

A gentleman with a blushing face and a thick neck came over with a stack of money, and handed Doug a stack of money unwillingly.

"Thank you for providing us with information about his escape."

Doug had slaughtered his strength before snatching the money from this man. He said, "Happy cooperation! May God bless you and I have a prosperous business."

"goodbye!"

"treasure!"

It's really a gentleman ending.

Doug had a faint smile on his face. He lying on the ground with a mocking tone, the money was stolen, as if lifeless, Smith said, "Dear Mr. Smith, I think you should get up from the ground quickly, otherwise you will not be able to catch up with the ticket you bought. Don't look at me with this look, this is your sincere business partner and the most sincere reminder."

Smith on the ground seemed to have never heard of what Doug said. His red eyes, his cloth-like clothes, shoe prints on his body, and his bird's nest-like hair, looked like a defeated canine creature.

"Oh! I'd better confirm whether the ticket is still on you before standing up and heading to the dock."

Doug said in a very fresh tone, and his concerning voice seemed as warm as the spring breeze.

Unfortunately, Mr. Smith is like a stubborn snowman, unwilling to admit that the end of winter and the arrival of spring.

He roared, "It's all you! It's all you bad guy! If it weren't for you, I'd already boarded the boat and left the ghost place in New Haven!

Everyone blames you!

My money is gone!

You don’t think it’s good either!”

The angry Mr. Smith flew across and was extremely angry. He struggled to stand up, shaking like a candle in the wind.

Because of the beating just now, his hands were trembling, and he actually pulled out a knife from the straps of his clothes.

The bright blade is extremely white, reflecting a mixed color of the dim whale oil lamp and the moon's cool white light.

"It's all you can do! I'm going to kill you!"

The trembling voice, coupled with the trembling knife tip, was also a crazy person, who rushed towards Doug crazy.

It’s a pity that his body was not under his command, shaking left and right, like a drunkard, just not walking in a straight line.

"You're really drunk! You're just talking nonsense! Let me help you wake up!"

Doug said that, and took out a pocket-sized gun from under his clothes. This was not an old product that used fuses or fireworks, but a new thing that used striker and mercury.

Doug took one-half second to take out his gun and opened the insurance in another half to do so.

Waited quietly for a moment.

When Smith's shaking knife tip and swaying body were about to touch his hair, he pulled the trigger.

The striker cuts the paper tube and hits the passivation-treated mercury.

Rad mercury detonates.

The expansion gas produced by the explosion of the bullet is pushed out of the chamber.

"Bang!"

How could the two of them get off the target if they are less than one meter away?

Although Mr. Smith was still standing there, his head was like a watermelon that was hit hard.

Red and white liquid sprayed all over the floor, and even Doug's face and clothes were splashed with blood.

Gunshots echoed on the quiet streets. Doug took out a snow-white silk handkerchief, wiped the blood stains on his body, and slowly spit out two words at Smith's body that slowly fell down, "Don't good."

You know who doesn't have the means to save your life and still attack?

You know that you still have to continue to do something when you get a mantis arm in a car?

What a stupid and despicable guy!

Wouldn't it be nice to let this farce end soon?

Do you have to let me do the end of this comedy?

Doug calmly checked the gun. This thing was pretty good with self-guard, but it was too powerful. Then let the guy who was not afraid of death change it.

Just as Doug was thinking about the mess, a familiar voice sounded, "Sir, are you?"

This voice was timid and shouted uncertain tremolo, but it seemed unwilling to accept it.

After a moment of silence, he asked again, "Sir, are you?"

"Yes!" Doug affirmed.

He said to the dark place, "Come out!"

A little boy walked out of the shadow, the little shoe shiner I met at the door today.

"What are you doing here?" Doug asked.

The little boy raised the dye in his hand and said slowly, "Sir, my house is here. After coming out of you, I immediately went to buy dye. I wanted to do more exercises before the street lights went out and try to complete the task you assigned me earlier.

gentlemen……

He...is he dead?"

What a good kid...

Doug thought to himself, how could such a hard-working child be buried like this?

He nodded and said, "Yes, he is dead."

"Oh..." the little boy nodded and stopped talking.

These days, people are very common. Every day, I can see people dying suddenly on the roadside. However, there are very few people who die so strongly and with such impact.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

Just as the little boy continued to observe the broken head and the ejaculated brain, two lanterns came over from a distance, looking vaguely like a policeman.

When Doug saw the police, he suddenly had a plan. He whispered to the little shoe shiner, "Come here."

The little shoe shiner obediently walked around the body.

"Get it."
Chapter completed!