The Monster I Was Redeemed

The sound of footsteps came from the stairs, making the boss who was busy counting money frown.

After seeing the messenger, he put down the half-counted banknotes in his hand.

He picked up the machete and scolded: "You are shameless, aren't you!"

After speaking, he walked towards the stairs, intending to teach the messenger a lesson.

But just after taking two steps, he saw the black silenced pistol in the messenger's hand, and the boss's pupils shrank for a while.

If you blackmail you 20,000 yuan, you will kill someone? Who are we the police and who are the underworld?

Although he is an inexperienced character who relies on the top of the mountain to gain a firm foothold, he dares to open a tattoo shop in the outer city of Jiuhua, which is a bit daring.

After seeing the pistol in the messenger's hand, the boss was not so frightened that he dropped the machete and raised his hands in a salute.

Instead, he picked up a glass from the table and smashed it at the door of the messenger.

While distracting him with a glass, the boss himself charged with a machete with a stern face.

As the saying goes, guns are quicker than seven paces.

Within seven paces, the gun was fast and accurate.

You say the knife is fast?

Anyone who talks about which is faster, aside from the speed of individual neural responses, is playing hooligans.

The messenger snapped two shots, one smashed the glass and the other hit the boss in the thigh.

The boss staggered in front of the messenger, hugged his thigh and let out a shrill scream.

The bullets used by the messengers are rubber bullets, but don't think that rubber bullets can't kill people. If they hit the head at such a close distance, it would be no different from lead bullets.

A normal bullet hits a non-lethal part. After a period of training, at most one bullet hole will be left, which will not affect future activities very much.

The rubber bullet hits the body at close range, and it is likely to leave semi-permanent wounds, such as a large bruise.

With this shot, the boss will have to lie in bed for more than two months even if his leg is not broken.

The messenger ignored the screaming boss lying on the ground. He first threw the machete into the corner of the basement, then came to the edge of the sofa and packed the banknotes.

Jin Ping'an, who was originally guarding the stairs, rushed down after hearing the screams in the basement.

The messenger tied the boss with the hemp rope that came out of the cabinet, and asked, "Why don't you go to block the door, why are you running down?"

Jin Ping'an smiled bitterly: "I didn't hear the screams, so I came down to take a look..."

Bang bang bang!

"Boss? I think I heard someone calling, are you alright!"

The faint cries of the apprentices came from the stairs.

The courier pointed the gun at the boss's head and gave him a 'you know what to say' look.

But the pain didn't frighten him, it inspired his ferocity.

The boss glared at the messenger viciously, his teeth rattling.

Upon seeing this, the courier reopened the pistol safety, turned the muzzle of the gun in the other direction, and pointed to the other head below him.

"It's okay! Busy you!"

The boss was screaming, and the pain in his thigh made his voice tremble.

"What did you say?"

The soundproofing in the basement is very good. The voices from the top shouting to the bottom are the level of whispering in the classroom. If you don't listen carefully, you can't hear them clearly.

"It's okay! Go on your own!"

The boss repeated the words again.

After saying this, there was no movement from above.

The boss who was tied to the chair resisted the pain and asked, "Who the hell are you?"

"Legally armed bounty hunter, you can call me a courier."

The courier put away the pistol and picked up the shell casings that had fallen to the ground.

"messenger?"

The boss's painful facial features almost shrank into a ball, but he still gritted his teeth and tried to find relevant memories.

But I never thought that Qianhua City would have such a character.

"I'm from Nevada."

The messenger seemed to see what he was thinking, and took the initiative to explain a sentence. Of course, this sentence also meant intimidation.

Sure enough, when the boss heard the word Neihua, he showed a look of horror.

Bounty hunters with a gun license, none are easy.

And in Nevada, if you want to obtain a gun permit, you must assist the police in arresting at least 30 vicious criminals, and make outstanding contributions in the process of action.

This is also one of the conditions laid out on the surface of the Nevada City.

As the world-renowned sin capital.

Only a small number of criminals who escaped from Neihua to Qianhua City can create a Jiuhua Outer City. It is conceivable what rank the real bosses with grass growing on their graves are.

In contrast, gun-wielding bounty hunters who oppose those real bosses are even less likely to be simple things.

Guns have no eyes, and people who catch 30 criminals in Neihua every day of the gun battle and still remain unscathed can be called the living god of war.

Therefore, no one who can be a bounty hunter with a gun in Nevada City is a good stubble.

Especially a bounty hunter like a messenger who has no arms or legs, is a ruthless character among ruthless characters.

The messenger put the sketch on the boss's face and asked, "I'll give you another chance, have you met this person before?"

"I've seen it! I've seen it! He came to my shop to get a tattoo!"

The boss replied quickly.

The messenger nodded slightly, then took his left pinky with his hand.

The boss's heart suddenly gave birth to a chill.

"Do you know him?" the messenger asked casually.

"I don't know... Ah! Ah! Ah!"

With a bang, the boss' pinky finger was directly broken by the messenger.

"I really don't know him!"

The boss's painful tears flowed out. It wasn't that he was cowardly, it was a human's instinctive reaction.

"Next question, say anything about him until I'm satisfied."

The messenger still had that indifferent expression, he let go of his little finger and held the boss' ring finger again.

"Brother Huo brought him here to get a tattoo two months ago, and he asked me to tattoo a grimace hawkmoth on my arm!"

The boss was afraid that the messenger would break off his ring finger if he spoke too slowly, and he spoke in a fast pace: "I don't know him, but Brother Huo definitely knows him! Brother Huo brought him here!"

After speaking, he looked at the messenger with pleading eyes.

The messenger nodded and hummed, then snapped off his ring finger.

"Uhhhhh!!!"

The boss gritted his teeth and forcibly swallowed the screams back.

Jin Ping'an, who was standing on the sidelines watching, subconsciously took a half step back.

He followed the police to see a lot of corpses with tragic deaths. The means of breaking his fingers was nothing. The calm face of the messenger was the source of his fear.

Even though Jin Ping'an knew that this boss was not a good person, he still felt a little scared when he looked at the messenger.

This kind of person who tortures others, just like eating and drinking, is the most frightening person.

Only then did Jin Ping'an realize that the messenger might be different from what he imagined.

He has always regarded the messenger as a martyr who will seek the truth at all costs, as a companion who can entrust his funeral.

Now, he finally remembered something.

That is, in addition to being his own companion, the messenger is also a bounty hunter.

A bounty hunter with a gun license in Nevada City.

He may not be as kind as he thought.