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Even if the person concerned has no memory, when the bank checks the accounts there will always be someone responsible for the money he withdrew. He doesn't like to ruin a stranger's life because of his own reasons.
"Interesting? How can this be interesting?"
Karl was a little confused. He found that he could hardly keep up with Moyin's thought process.
Previously, it seemed that Moyin was planning to exchange gold for currency. How could it be interesting if it couldn’t be exchanged now?
"By the way, is there any bully organization in this city that bullies the civilians? They collect protection money or something like that."
Moyin asked. Although he had good things, he also needed a good platform to sell them at a suitable price. Besides, it took time to auction those things. The fastest way to get money was of course to rob.
If he robs the wicked, it is equivalent to bringing down punishment from heaven.
"Um... a bully organization? There should be one, but I haven't been back for so long, I might have to look for it. What do you mean?"
Carl asked tentatively.
"Well, you're right. I plan to rob them."
Moyin nodded affirmatively.
"Well, the area where I lived before was relatively poor, and those gangs usually operated in those areas."
Carl led the way in front. Thinking carefully, Moyin was accompanied by a little girl who could control other people's minds. Was he still afraid that he could not beat those thugs?
An hour later, walking through the busy streets, the surrounding buildings gradually became old and dilapidated. The closer to the outer city area, the worse the living standards of the people, which is directly reflected in the patched clothes worn by pedestrians.
In front of a public toilet that exuded a foul odor, a pale and skinny man was sitting half-paralyzed against the wall, with a used syringe in front of him.
"Okay, Carl, no need to go, we've found the target."
Moyin gave an order and walked straight towards the drug addict.
"Mr. Moyin... People like this don't have much money. Once they have money... Hey..."
Carl sighed. He felt that these people were quite pitiful, but also that they deserved it.
"He has no money, but the person who sold him this stuff is very rich."
Moyin walked up to the drug addict, grabbed his collar, and lifted him into the air easily.
Carl was a little shocked when he saw this scene. Although the man was pale and thin, he was tall and must have weighed at least 50 or 60 kilograms. He didn't expect that Moyin could lift him up with one hand like a chicken.
It seems that Moyin is also very powerful. At least he doesn’t think he can achieve that level.
"what?"
The drug addict seemed to be still enjoying it and looked at Moyin with an impatient and contemptuous look on his face.
"I ask you questions and you answer them. You have no right to refuse. If you don't cooperate, I will cut off one of your fingers each time."
Moyin declared without a doubt.
"Ha, who do you think you are! Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"
As soon as the drug addict finished speaking, Moyin's left hand gently flicked the drug addict's index finger.
With a slight click, the drug addict's face immediately broke out in cold sweat.
"You fucking."
Click.
The fracture of the second phalanx completely sealed his mouth.
"What's your problem..."
The drug addict, knowing that he had run into a ruthless person and not wanting to continue breaking bones, asked with a twitching face.
"Name."
"Almecca."
"Take me to the man who sold you this."
Moyin loosened his grip and threw Almecca to the ground, pointing to the used syringe on the ground.
"Hey... you wanted this, why didn't you just say so earlier, really."
"Stop talking nonsense and lead the way."
Moyin urged coldly.
"Yes Yes."
Almecca got up from the ground. Although two of his fingers were broken by Moyin, he was still taking drugs and felt high, so he could still endure the pain.
Not to mention that if he didn't cooperate, he would break more fingers.
Al Mecca turned into a small alley full of sewage and walked for about ten minutes before a bar surrounded by a lot of vomit appeared in front of them.
"It's right here. Can I go now?"
Almecca pointed to the bar and asked with some fear.
He didn't want to have anything to do with Moyin. Although this guy looked kind, he was extremely cruel when he took action.
"get out."
Almecca turned around and staggered away, but due to years of using banned drugs, his body was too weak. His feet went soft and he fell to the ground, unable to get up for a while.
"Tsk."
"Do you want me to help him end his suffering? If a guy like him lives... he will only have a sad future."
Mi Zhou asked.
"Forget it, if he wants to live, let him live."
Throwing down a sentence, Moyin avoided the vomit and walked into the bar that reeked of alcohol.
Mi Zhou and Desert Eagle hurriedly followed, and Carl followed after hesitating for a moment. He had a bad feeling and wanted to wait for Moyin and the others outside if possible, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed a bit unkind.
As soon as Moyin and his companions walked into the bar, they heard obscene whistles. Although both of them had flat chests, they were both perfect beauties in terms of appearance. This kind of bar was full of drunkards and sex addicts, and immediately many indecent eyes were fixed on the two of them.
No one took the 700 sniper rifle in Desert Eagle's hand seriously. After all, how could such a cute child be holding a real gun?
"Little sister, how much is it per night? How about letting me accompany you and make you comfortable?"
The Shamatte youth, holding a half-full bottle of wine, walked drunkenly towards the Desert Eagle.
"What a cheesy stage, it really goes well with a disgusting bug like you."
As Desert Eagle spoke, he raised the branded weapon in his hand, pointed it at the head of the Shamatte youth, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
After the loud gunshot, the lifeless body of the Shamatte youth fell heavily to the ground with a thud, and the entire bar fell completely silent.
It's not like they haven't seen murders before, but they've never seen someone shoot someone just because of a teasing remark. And that girl... that Desert Eagle was actually a real gun? The strong recoil... She didn't even shake her wrist, how is that possible? Even adult men like them can't control the Desert Eagle well.
"Your Excellency looks unfamiliar. I wonder which big shot is here to visit us. It would not be good to cause trouble here."
The young man with a Mohawk sitting behind the bar and smoking a cigar said calmly.
"Stop talking nonsense and bring in today's sales first, or I'll kill you all!"
Mi Zhou spoke fierce words in a baby voice.
"Ha, so you came here for money. I really should praise your courage, but aren't you a little too confident with just a gun?"
The man with the Mohawk clapped his hands, and four men with Glocks stood up from the crowd and aimed their Desert Eagles.
Their place is a mess, and they also do the book-selling business. Without some strength, they can't control the situation. Of course they have arms.
Not to mention that the Desert Eagle pistol has enormous power and recoil, and its continuous shooting is naturally not as good as the Glock in their hands.
He had the situation under control, and Mohawk was very confident in his own judgment.
Huge gunshots overlapped each other, and in just a moment, the heads of the four men with guns exploded like watermelons at the same time.
They didn't realize that the Desert Eagle had already fired until they died.
"Are you confident?"
Desert Eagle asked calmly while looking at Mohawk.
Mohawk's lips moved, and he couldn't say a word for a moment. He still couldn't understand what had just happened.
That firing rate, let alone the Desert Eagle, even the Glock they are equipped with can't be that fast.
Not to mention that the shooting accuracy was so high. Although the four people were not far away from her, there was still a gunman standing behind her!
Carl was also shocked. He never expected that the girls following Moyin were so cruel. They had killed five people in less than a few minutes. They killed people like slaughtering dogs without any hesitation.
"Hey, hand over the money quickly, or do you want to take a bullet from a Desert Eagle too~"
Mi Zhou shouted at Mohawk in a pretentious manner.
"Okay, okay... Don't shoot, I'll give you the money, and we can just consider ourselves friends."
Mohawk stiffly took out a large amount of banknotes from the cash box and placed them on the bar.
While enjoying the fear of the bar patrons towards her, Mi Zhou walked to the bar counter, picked up the bills and stuffed them into her space bag.
At this point, no one dared to covet the beauty of Mi Zhou and Desert Eagle anymore. Although these two lolis look sweet and delicious on the outside, they are truly roses with thorns!
"Sir, how about I treat you to a drink and make friends? This money is nothing. I have more valuable goods here. Let's make money together in the future."
Mohawk took out a suitcase and opened it to point it at Moyin. Inside were neatly packed bags of white powder.
In his opinion, this was his most sincere gesture. After all, the value of this box of goods was higher than the one he had.
It can be said that those who are in the underworld can basically resolve the issue peacefully when they see this attitude expressed.
Unfortunately, the person he met was Moyin, and Moyin hated this thing the most.
"Shaying, clear the field."
"learn."
Moyin's order sounded like a death knell, starting a massacre.
A bright pool of blood burst out from the heads of everyone in the bar except Carl and Xiaobao.
In less than two minutes, Carl was the only one left alive.
Experiencing the feeling of being in the hail of bullets firsthand made Carl feel a little weak all over, but he couldn't even sit down. The invisible barrier completely blocked the space around him and he couldn't even move.
His first reaction was that he had seen too much and that Moyin and the others wanted to kill him to silence him.