Screech—!
A ear-splitting sound of tires rubbing against the ground rang out, as an old Toyota blocked the yellow camaro.
At the same time, the two thugs in the back seat opened the car doors, got out with Pistols in hand, looking arrogant.
One stood in front, and the other stood by Zhang Jie's door, both Pistols pointed at Zhang Jie.
Devent was the last to get out. After he exited the car, he immediately kicked the camaro's bumper.
"Hey! You damned yellow-skinned monkey, get the hell out of the car right now!" Devent's tone was extremely arrogant.
He now had two good buddies pointing Pistols at him, so he didn't believe this guy could grow two more hands to shoot off the fingers of his other two good brothers.
In fact, Zhang Jie, who was sitting in the car, truly had no way to quickly fire back, so he could only obey Devent and get out of the car.
After he got out, three Pistols were pointed at Zhang Jie.
Devent looked at Zhang Jie's expression, and rage immediately flared up. He pointed his left hand at Zhang Jie's head, speaking non-stop.
"Who gave you the courage to shoot off my finger? Do you know that without this finger, my right hand can't fire a Pistol?"
"Shit!"
"Tell me, how do you want to die?"
Devent seemed to be going a bit mad.
The Pistol in his hand gestured wildly, but he shouted loudly, "No, no, no, I can't let you die so easily. I must break your fingers one by one!"
Then, Devent came up to Zhang Jie, pointed the Pistol at Zhang Jie's head, and yelled loudly.
"Kneel! Do you hear me? I'm telling you to kneel now!"
He had already decided in his mind that he would perform a kneeling execution.
Facing such a deranged black thug, Zhang Jie's eyes showed no fluctuation, which made Devent even angrier.
But Zhang Jie still made a motion as if to kneel, which calmed Devent down a little.
However, at that moment, Zhang Jie suddenly rose sharply again, directly colliding with Devent.
With one hand, he pulled, tugged, and twisted Devent's left hand. Devent cried out in pain, dropped his Pistol, and groaned!
Meanwhile, Zhang Jie's left hand quickly drew a suppressed glock 34 from under his right armpit. He rapidly fired one shot each at the two black thugs standing behind Devent, who were still stunned and dared not shoot.
Biu! Biu!
Both shots hit the chest. The two men instantly fell to the ground, groaning in pain!
At the same time, Zhang Jie's knee struck Devent's groin.
"Ow~! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
The intense pain nearly made Devent faint on the spot. He no longer cared how much his right hand hurt, or that his left hand was dislocated.
He immediately clutched his crotch and rolled on the ground, curled up like a cooked shrimp.
Zhang Jie then stood up and finished off the two black thugs lying on the ground with another shot each.
Biu! Biu!
Both shots were direct headshots, without any hesitation.
He had no mercy for these street thug scums, especially since they had come looking for him; they should have been prepared to be killed.
At this moment, Zhang Jie glanced at Carmelo, who was trembling in the car and saying nothing, then turned his gaze to Devent, who was wailing on the ground.
His dreadlocks swept across the ground in a fan shape, and his diamond-studded dog tag necklace jingled wildly.
He kicked away the Pistol nearby.
Zhang Jie squatted in front of Devent, shaking his head with a "tsk tsk" sound as he looked at his pained expression.
"I really don't know who gave you the courage to track me and even try to kill me. Was it Liang Jingru?"
At this point, Devent had just barely recovered a little, but the intense pain in his crotch still made him incoherent.
Clutching his crotch, he let out an inhuman shriek: "Aaaagh! Holy shit... I'm going to kill you... Go to hell...!"
The last half-sentence was already tearful, like a gander whose neck was squeezed.
"Go to hell... lick my... balls... ah hiss..."
"Go eat shit, Motherf—"
Biu!
Good, the world was quiet.
He really didn't know if it was a racial talent, but even cursing had a special rap flavor.
Chattering incessantly, so annoying, just like a fly.
Of course, there was no noise that one shot couldn't solve; if there was, then another shot.
Devent, shot in the forehead, died with his eyes wide open. He never would have dreamed that he would die in such a way, and even less that the yellow-skinned monkey he looked down upon was actually so terrifying.
Red and white liquids, combined with shattered brain matter, formed a horrifying scene on the ground.
Carmelo, sitting in the Toyota, felt like he was about to piss himself, especially when the man turned around and looked at him again; he felt his teeth chattering.
"Sir, I swear... I have... absolutely no ill will towards you."
Carmelo could barely speak coherently.
Zhang Jie, however, waved his hand and put away the Pistol he was holding.
"Whether you have ill will towards me, I naturally know, but there's something I need to ask of you."
Saying that, Zhang Jie pulled two franklins from his pocket and handed them to him.
"I hope you clean this up thoroughly. I don't want to be disturbed."
Zhang Jie grinned.
But in Carmelo's eyes, that expression was no less than Satan smiling at him.
He didn't even dare to take the money, but under Zhang Jie's gaze, he still tremblingly accepted it.
"I'll leave this to you. Remember, I don't want to be disturbed."
Saying that, Zhang Jie opened the car door, started his beloved car, stepped on the gas, and left amidst the roar of the V8.
Looking at the two franklins in his hand, Carmelo was stunned for a while before suddenly starting to laugh, tears also falling.
Who could understand this feeling of having brushed with death and returned safe and sound?
He wasn't dead; that was the only thought in Carmelo's mind. After a good while, he opened the car door and slowly got out. He was still a bit weak in the knees.
It wasn't that he hadn't seen gunfights. As a street thug, gunfights were the most common scenes he had witnessed, but never before had it been so oppressive as today.
Especially that man—his tactics, his marksmanship, his calmness—everything was so natural, like drinking water, leaving an indelible mark on his heart.
Looking at the three corpses on the ground, Carmelo put away the franklins in his hand, sighed, and said to the three bodies.
"I told you guys a long time ago not to provoke him. You didn't believe me, and now look, you'll never provoke anyone again."
"I hope Satan is gentle with you."
Then he began to act as a cleaner. He was well-versed in this.
Half an hour later, all traces here had vanished completely, and the three bodies were lying in the Toyota's trunk.
Wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead, Carmelo looked in the direction Zhang Jie had left, his eyes somewhat dazed.
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