noffsinger Chapter 1308 It’s rude to come and not return.
Chapter 1308 It’s rude to come and not return.
Just then, the woman who was lying on the front of the car suddenly looked up, pulled out her gun, and was about to shoot. Unfortunately, how could an assassin like her possibly outmaneuver a master?
Uncle Qing's face was as cold as ice. He crushed the woman's throat with one hand, not even glancing at the car, and flew up like a bird.
When the bullets spun into the car, Da Bao and Niu Niu had already disappeared. But when the bullets stopped rolling, they suddenly reappeared, without even the driver noticing.
Da Bao shouted coldly.
"Leave one alive."
The sniper was on the rooftop across the street. He clearly saw the bullet pierce the car window and strike the target between the eyebrows. At that speed, no one could dodge it.
He was about to retreat when he suddenly heard shouts. He was startled and saw his target still sitting in the car, coldly watching him.
The sniper grinned maliciously, about to aim at the car window and fire another shot, when suddenly his body went numb and all his strength disappeared. Uncle Qing lifted the sniper up with one hand and picked up the sniper rifle with the other.
He jumped to the back of the car. The driver had already opened the trunk. Uncle Qing gently slashed the sniper's carotid artery with his palm. The sniper's eyes rolled back and he passed out.
Back at the villa, Da Bao had the maid take the young lady to rest, while he sat alone on the sofa in the living room, slowly sipping his tea.
About twenty minutes later, Xiao Dao wiped the blood off his hands and came in. He had arrived with the last batch of servants that afternoon. Xiao Dao walked up to Da Bao and knelt down on one knee.
"Master, that bastard has confessed. He's Mitsui Hisashi, the heir of the Mitsui family, a Japanese devil. He hired him to kill you."
Da Bao slowly sipped his tea and said.
"It would be impolite not to reciprocate. Let's go and meet this Mitsui Hisashi."
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Soho is the heart of London's nightlife scene, home to some of the city's most upscale nightclubs, dance halls, restaurants, and bars.
This place is controlled by the Beak Wallace brothers, London's biggest gang. Their names are legendary in the underworld, and those who deal with them tremble with fear.
At this moment, on the rooftop of the most luxurious Farris nightclub in London, Bick Wallace, with his slicked-back hair and mustache, was meticulously trimming his cigar, while his twin brother, Billy Wallace, was polishing a silver revolver.
A man was hanging in the air, shirtless, while two of Bick's men were beating him mercilessly with baseball bats.
Bick Wallace finally finished trimming his cigar, lit it with a special match, took a deep drag, and then hooked his right index and middle fingers together.
The man was beaten black and blue, especially his face, which was bruised and swollen on one side and covered in cuts on the other. He was dragged to the Wallace brothers by two of Bick's men and thrown to the ground.
The man struggled to sit up, repeatedly begging for mercy.
"Chief, please spare me! I will never do it again."
Bick took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled. The cigar smoke was so pungent that the injured man coughed incessantly.
Bick leaned back in his chair and spoke slowly and deliberately.
"Where's my goods? Twenty kilograms! Where did you hide them? Don't tell me you know nothing. You should know that even two kilograms would be enough to kill you, let alone twenty.
This couldn't have been done by you alone. Tell me about your accomplices. I'll give you a quick death and guarantee it won't involve your family.
It turns out that Bick was London's biggest drug lord. He started using heroin when he was sixteen, and at eighteen, out of curiosity, he tried it out, and from then on, he couldn't stop.
His brother, Billy Wallace, on the other hand, never touched such things, but the two brothers were just as crazy.
The wounded man knew he was going to die today no matter what; he would die whether he confessed or not. He suddenly stood up and was about to rush out of the platform.
Unexpectedly, several tall henchmen had already captured him.
Bick laughed heartily, poured out some flour, took a deep sniff through his nose, and then let out a long howl.
"Want to die? I'll grant your wish. I'll let your family reunite. Come on, bring everyone up here."
The injured man was held firmly by two tall henchmen, watching helplessly as his wife, son, and daughter were dragged out like chicks, along with his accomplices. He was now in utter despair.
The injured man kept wailing and begging for mercy. At this moment, Mitsui Hisashi and Mitsui Fuku emerged from the corner, chuckling as they watched the scene unfold.
Billy twirled the revolver in his finger and patted Mitsui Hisashi on the shoulder.
"Mitsui, don't worry, as long as your supply is sufficient, the whole of Europe will be ours in the future."
Mitsui Hisashi grinned, looking at Billy, who was two heads taller than him.
"It's a pleasure to cooperate. I hope your men can help me deal with Charlotte. That way, once my father takes a liking to me, I'll increase my investment in General Chatchai. Then you can have as much as you want."
Billy laughed heartily and pointed at the injured man and his family.
"Then today I'll show you the power of the Billy brothers,"
With a wave of his hand, his men were supposed to come up with gasoline cans and pour them over these people, then burn them all to death on the rooftop.
But there was no movement. Billy turned around and looked around, and suddenly realized that something was wrong with the person sitting next to him, Bick. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the figure was not his brother.
Billy was terrified. When did this person appear? How did Bick disappear without a trace?
Da Bao twisted his body and turned around, grinning at Billy and Mitsui Hisashi and Mitsui Fuku.
"Strength? What kind of strength? I'd like to see it."
Mitsui Hisashi and Mitsui Fuku were so frightened that they could barely stand. They pointed at Da Bao and shouted.
"How...how did you get here?"
Da Bao raised his eyebrows, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
"If not here, where am I? In the morgue, or in a coffin? Oh, right, do you know anyone here?"
He twitched two fingers, and out of nowhere threw a person, which landed right in front of Billy.
Da Bao snorted.
"I'm really sorry, but my family members are always rough and clumsy, so they crushed 172 of this person's bones, and he can't even lift his head."
Billy recognized the man: the assassin he had sent to kill Charlotte. This assassin was no ordinary man; he was a top-tier sniper retired from the Marine Corps.
Billy raised his revolver and aimed it at Da Bao.
"Where is my brother? Hand him over, and we'll have a proper talk."