"This person is called pak-key," the eight-faced Buddha looked at the photo in Liu Jianming's hand and stretched out a finger. "He is the leader of the Jiyun Gang, a newly emerging force in Chinatown, Bangkok. He has a shipping company under his command, which is very good at water transportation. But unfortunately..."

The Eight-faced Buddha shook his head, "He chose the wrong partner. I received the message that he will have a deal with his existing partners in the factory area of ​​the western suburbs in three days. The task I give you is open-ended, you can do whatever you want, I just want a satisfactory result. You are a smart person, who should understand what I mean."

Liu Jianming nodded.

"Of course, you can ask me any additional assistance you need now." Eight-faced Buddha asked kindly.

Liu Jianming shook his head, "No need, just dealing with two groups of crawlers, one of them is enough."

"Very good!" The Eight-faced Buddha looked at him with his eyes under the reading glasses and stared at his eyes, "I hope Mena and I have not read you wrong."

...

Three days later, the abandoned factory area was twenty o'clock in the evening.

It was pitch black around, and there were two vague barking sounds of dogs in the distance. A night wind blew, and a figure moved on the roof of the two-story bungalow.

It's Liu Jianming.

He squatted behind the chimney on the rooftop. There were two dragged wires on the open-air chimney that led to the electric pole at the entrance of the alley in the distance.

There is a street light on the telephone pole, and the light is very dim, and some small flying insects are still hanging on the glass surface of the light bulb.

There was a slight metal sound. Liu Jianming on the top of the bungalow pulled out the magazine, and there were plump yellow bullets in the magazine, fifteen of which were many.

As the magazine returned to its position, Liu Jianming pulled the sleeve of the Bereta 92f pistol in his hand.

Holding guns in both hands, he made a aiming position towards the telephone pole intersection in the distance.

The gun feel is very good. The Berletta 92f ranks first among the top ten famous guns in the world among the pistols.

At this time, the sound of the engine of the car engine came from a distance.

Liu Jianming immediately curled up and tried to hide himself.

After a while, several cars drove from the tunnel below to the intersection of the telephone poles.

Several cars were driving across from the telephone pole.

After parking, two groups of people got out of the car.

With the not-so-bright street lights on the telephone pole, Liu Jianming saw the goal of the mission in the crowd, the imposing middle-aged man Pak-key, and there was a young man of similar age as him standing beside him, who seemed to be his confidant thug.

Both parties talked about it for a while, and couldn't hear clearly what they were saying, "It's far away." It seems that after the negotiations, both parties took out two boxes from the car and placed them on the hood of the car to check them."

Then both sides shook hands and laughed...

Liu Jianming raised a smile on his lips, then put on insulated gloves, stood up from behind the chimney, walked to the edge of the roof, and suddenly jumped. The gloves held the wire above his head with one hand and slid down from top to bottom, sliding towards the intersection under the pole at the end of the wire. The other Beletta 92f pistol muzzle was holding the muzzle of the pole from a high point and aimed at the two groups of people laughing beside the pole.

The sound of slap is getting louder and louder.

"What sound?!" the young man beside pak-key screamed.

The words are finished.

Liu Jianming, who was sliding, pulled the trigger continuously with his right finger.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang—

White flames were constantly bursting out from the air in the dark, just like spot welding when burning electric welding.

"Brother pak-key, be careful!" The young man immediately threw his boss to the ground.

Those guys laughing loudly kept bleeding from their chests, heads, and shoulders, and their laughter instantly turned into water laughter and fell to the ground.

As soon as someone opened the car door and drilled in, two blood holes burst out on his back, and screamed in pain. The glass on the car door shattered with a thunderous sound, splashing his head and face.

Liu Jianming slid down strongly, and an empty magazine dropped in the air. After his feet landed on the ground, a new fifteen-round magazine had returned to his position.

With a click, he pulled the sleeve.

In his vision, a guy showed his head from behind the hood and aimed at him with a gun.

Liu Jianming pulled the trigger casually, bang!

"ah!"

The guy had no time to let out a scream, and his head exploded, and the red and white splashed on the young man who was slamming on the pak-key's body was full of head and face.

"Who is this person?" asked the brother pak-key under him.

"I don't know," said the young man, wiping the red and white thing on his face, "this person is so terrible."

As soon as he finished speaking, two more sounds of bang, two corpses fell straight and smashed the window of the seven-person car beside him.

The broken glass was popping everywhere, and the young man immediately hugged his head again.

The gunshots stopped, and the muzzle of the Bereta 92f pistol was filled with blue smoke, which was hot and hot.

Liu Jianming glanced and saw that there was no humanoid creature around that could still stand up.

"Save...Save me..." A guy on the car tire stretched out his hand to him.

Liu Jianming pulled the trigger.

Bang!

"ah!"

The guy screamed and disappeared.

I have always been ruthless about these scums. One death will cause less harm to society.

Liu Jianming held the gun and walked towards the seven-person car. He remembered that the young man seemed to be hiding behind the car with pak-key.

As soon as I walked past the hood, a fist pounded towards his face with strong wind.

Liu Jianming frowned and suddenly turned his head.

The fist rubbed his cheek and pounded it.

Avoiding the fist, Liu Jianming used the magazine of the Bereta 92f pistol in his hand to hit the attacker's forehead.

The man reached out and forked his armpit, forcing his pistol to stop the hit, and then punched his other hand at his cheek.

Liu Jianming directly hit him with a knee and pressed him against his soft abdomen. He retching. The fist he swung suddenly lost strength. Before the attack started, he was stillbirth. The hand that crossed his armpit also loosened.

"Mr. Le!" A shout from pak-key came from the darkness, and he aimed at him with a pistol.

Liu Jianming pulled the trigger violently.

Bang!

"ah!"

pak-key screamed, sparks burst out in his hand, and the pistol disappeared.

"Brother pak-key!" The young man with dry retching went crazy, "Bastard!"

He directly knocked his head at himself.

Liu Jianming stepped back, grabbed his hair, took a few steps back like a bullfight, and then threw it up and kicked it on his chest.

Pala, he fell out like a broken sack, and fell at the feet of Brother Pak-key.
Chapter completed!