Chapter 120 The sword is not old(1/2)
Liu Jianming is also an old bird, and all the old drivers understand this sound.
He thought to himself, "What do you think, Uncle Yao is still young and old, and he is still working hard so hard at such a late age."
He took out a string of unlocking tools from his pocket, like ear-picking ear-picking, and then pinched them in his hand and tinkered them in his lockhole for a while.
Soon, a slight crack sounded and the door opened.
Liu Jianming gently pushed open the door, and the vague sound of um was immediately increased several times.
He pulled out the pistol with the muffler twisted on his back, held it in his right hand, and walked towards the bed step by step.
There was still irregular movement in the quilt on the bed, as if there was a lively animal hiding inside.
It was not until Liu Jianming walked under the desk lamp at the head of the bed that the two people in the quilt discovered the abnormality.
The two people on the bed immediately stopped moving and looked at each other.
The one on the bed was Uncle Yao and a mistress he kept, who was in his youth.
After seeing Liu Jianming wearing a black hood and competing with terrorists, she immediately opened her mouth wide and screamed.
"Shut up!"
Liu Jianming immediately pointed the gun at her.
But it's too late...
"Ahhhh--"
A high decibel-inspiring sound could penetrate the eardrums.
The downstairs immediately became turbulent, and even the barking of dogs came.
"Bastard!" Liu Jianming was so angry that his teeth were itchy.
Uncle Yao on the bed directly reached out to a button on the cabinet beside the bed.
"Don't move!"
Liu Jianming pulled the trigger violently.
Beep!
A white flame flashed at the muzzle.
"ah!"
Uncle Yao screamed.
A bloody flower burst out from the hand that stretched out.
"Oh--"
The woman screamed even harder.
Liu Jianming couldn't bear it anymore, and the magazine of the Glock 17 pistol in his hand hit her forehead.
"Yeah..." She immediately fainted happily.
Uncle Yao was almost silly. He was stunned for a long time before trembling with his lips and said, "Who are you? What are you going to do?"
Liu Jianming changed his voice and made his voice sound extremely terrifying. He said: "It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that I want to get something from you."
"What...what..." Uncle Yao asked, and as soon as he finished speaking, two people immediately rushed in at the door.
Liu Jianming didn't even look at it, so he turned his hand back and pulled the trigger twice.
Beep! Beep!
"ah!"
"Well!"
The two bodyguards rushed in immediately screamed and flew on the floor, throwing the pistol far away.
Uncle Yao's old face turned pale, and dense beads of sweat were oozing out from his forehead.
"Article book. Give me the account book that the group has traded in recent years, and I will leave after I get the account book."
The cold and hoarse voice made Uncle Yao feel cold all over his body. He said, "Article Book, what account book? I don't know what you are talking about?"
Liu Jianming calmed his neck and then pulled the trigger with his fingers.
Beep!
"ah!"
A blood hole appeared on Uncle Yao's thigh, and red liquid was flowing out.
"Do you know what I'm talking about now?" As soon as Sen finished speaking, he immediately rushed in with a loud scream at the door.
The muzzle of the Glock 17 pistol in Liu Jianming's hand burst out of white flames continuously.
The four guys who rushed in immediately fell to the ground again.
Uncle Yao's face looked like earth. He covered the wound on his thigh and asked, "Are you Ahao and the others?"
Liu Jianming pulled the trigger again.
Beep!
"Ah!" Uncle Yao's other thigh had another blood hole.
Liu Jianming said: "I am asking you! You have to distinguish between the primary and secondary. I will ask you again, the account book! Where is the account book? Don't answer the wrong answer this time, otherwise the next bullet will be left directly in your head."
Uncle Yao looked painful, with big beads of sweat falling down on his forehead. He opened his white lips and said, "I saw that the vase on the cabinet is not there. Yes, it is the blue and white one. If you twist it, the dark grid that comes out behind is..."
"Okay! Very good!" Liu Jianming pointed at him with a gun, moved his foot and twisted the vase.
Knock, a dark grid appeared on the wall behind.
There is nothing inside except a painting of ink and wash hanging in a dark grid.
"You, lie, I..." Liu Jianming said word by word.
"No! No! It's right behind that painting." Uncle Yao said quickly.
Oh, it turns out that there are so many things. This old guy is really cunning.
Liu Jianming tore off the painting and got the book he had always dreamed of.
"Thank you, Uncle Yao." Liu Jianming looked at Uncle Yao and turned around and left.
Uncle Yao secretly reached under the pillow and took it out again, there was already a Browning pistol in his hand.
"Go to die!" Uncle Yao pointed his gun at Liu Jianming's back and shouted.
Who knows, beep-
A blood hole appeared on Uncle Yao's forehead, and his gun had just aimed at Liu Jianming's back.
He stared at his eyes and fell on the bed, dying with his eyes open.
There was smoke coming from the muzzle in Liu Jianming's hand.
"I gave you a chance... Why did you have to force me?"
The sound of chaotic footsteps came, and there was a sirens in the distance.
"Hurry, that person is upstairs! Kill him!"
"Quick! Hurry! Come together!"
There was a mess downstairs, shouting loudly.
Liu Jianming sprinted at a high speed and headed straight to the balcony on the third floor. In less than a few seconds, he had already rushed to the edge of the balcony.
"He's there! Kill him!"
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!
The gunshots were like fried beans, and the dense white flames flashed in the darkness behind them.
Liu Jianming jumped down.
Crackling!
On the balcony, mud was flying, sparks were splashing, and cement blocks were jumping around.
After landing, Liu Jianming immediately turned forward and removed the impact force.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Immediately, two black shadows rushed over in the darkness at a rapid speed.
Liu Jianming immediately got up and ran towards the courtyard wall outside the villa. He didn't want to get involved with these difficult animals.
He ran all the way.
Two black shadows were scattered behind the butt and chased them.
"He's there, beat him to death!"
The people standing on the balcony shot and shot.
To be continued...