Chapter Seventy-Two: Style
I don't know if it's because Cheng Bin's gentle tone is too convincing, the man quickly quieted down. He took a step back holding his pinched wrist, opened his teary eyes, looked at Cheng Bin and asked, "Who are you?" ”
"Do you want to discuss such a philosophical question when we first meet?" Cheng Bin said: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet." ”
He stepped forward and said to the smoke in the house, which had not yet dissipated, "Put everything back in your hands, or you will be greeted next time by more than just smoke." ”
The man in front of the door looked at him stunned, and suddenly shouted, "Don't be afraid, he is only one person." ”
"yes, I'm glad you noticed that." Cheng Bin looked at him slightly, "Not only am I only one person, but I only have a dozen bullets in this gun in my hand, even if I save it, it is not enough for each person to spread one round." ”
He stepped forward, looked at the retreating man of Queen Cang, and said with a smile: "But guess what? I can put your name at the top of the list so you don't have to worry about running out of bullets when it's your turn. ”
When the man saw Cheng Bin walking towards him, he instinctively wanted to escape, but he didn't dare to turn around, so he could only stagger back, but he only took two steps back and was accompanied by the debris that fell on the ground.
Cheng Bin took a step forward, stuffed the pistol he had just snatched in his left hand into his mouth, and stirred it vigorously, "You don't seem to be satisfied with my arrangement?" ”
The man screamed in horror, but the revolver's crosshair sliced through his tongue and lips, making it impossible for him to express himself clearly.
"Looks like you agreed." Cheng Bin squatted down, looked at the man and said, "Then let's start with you, okay?" ”
As his left index finger gradually strengthened, the bolt of the revolver began to open backwards, and the man looked at the close pistol in horror, but he didn't dare to reach out to grab it, theoretically speaking, as long as the bolt opened and then fell back, it didn't need to go all the way to fire, so any movement he made would speed up the process of firing the bullet.
"Don't." A woman's voice came from behind Cheng Bin, the man's eyes widened, his eyes wandered smartly on Cheng Bin and the woman behind him, as if to remind Cheng Bin that someone was talking behind him, to be honest, Cheng Bin felt that at least at this moment, the man's expression management level was infinitely close to the spirit of craftsmanship.
"Mrs. Castro?" Cheng Bin didn't look back, he looked at the face of the man in front of him, and said slowly, "You said you didn't want to?" ”
"Don't." Mrs. Castro put her arms around the little girl, stood at the gate of the courtyard behind Cheng Bin, and said loudly, "Just don't shoot." "Don't let your kids see that," she said. ”
Cheng Bin glanced back at her with a complicated expression, and said slowly, "Of course." ”
"This is your home, and you have the right to pardon him, even if he has just broken into your home with a gun," he said. Even though I think it's a terrible thing to let children see that sin goes unpunished. ”
He slowly released his index finger and let the revolver's bolt back into place, pulling it out of the man's mouth.
"." He said, "Remember to change your pants when you get home, you stink like a piece of." ”
Before Cheng Bin could stand up straight, the man had already turned around, crawled towards the courtyard gate with his hands and feet, and after bypassing Mrs. Castro's mother and daughter as far as possible, he fled through the courtyard gate to the street, and then dared to stand up and flee for his life, and he did not dare to look back from beginning to end.
"Even if he needs to be punished, death is too much." Mrs. Castro did not look at the fleeing man, but stood in the courtyard and said to Cheng Bin: "The punishment should be appropriate. ”
Cheng Bin pulled his lips politely, thinking that he had already laughed. He looked at the crowd of people who had been ordered to drop down their belongings and hurriedly leave, and said to Mrs. Castro: "On the contrary, I think that punishment is always meant to warn more people, and if the punishment is not strong enough, it will only make everyone no longer afraid of punishment." ”
He said slowly, "But of course you may be right, after all, I never wanted to educate one side. He looked at the woman's pale face and said, "What really makes me unbelievable is that Gu Zhen's wife would think so. ”
The woman lowered her gaze and looked at the ground for a moment, then whispered, "You know him well." ”
"I've had some dealings." Cheng Bin said. By this time, the once crowded crowd in the house had run out, and the smoke and dust from the grenade explosion had dissipated and landed, and black granular smoke was everywhere.
He put away his gun, nodded to the woman, and said, "Do you want to go in and have a look?" ”
Seeing Mrs. Castro nodding, Cheng Bin walked in first, stood in the living room and looked around, and after making sure that there was no one, he turned around and motioned for Mrs. Castro and her daughter to come in.
Mrs. Castro took her daughter's hand and walked in, without looking much at the living room of her own house, and walked straight down the stairs to the second floor, Cheng Bin took a step forward and walked in front of them.
"Are you from Komsomolsk?" Mrs. Castro whispered, "You make me feel very different from the others. ”
"Because I hate the law?" Cheng Bin said absentmindedly. He stepped up the stairs and stood on the floor on the second floor to look around.
Mrs. Castro's house was certainly not as large as Emily's or Gloix's, and it was not even half the size of the old Baptist's house, and the corridors were empty, and it was evident from the traces that it had been laid out in a simple manner before, not because of the robbery of Gangze.
Mrs. Castro said that there were once two people here to protect them, and Cheng Bin estimated that they should live on the first floor.
Cheng Bin reached out and grabbed the handle of the pistol in his arms, and slowly pushed open the door next to him. He had just noticed that some people had gone up to the second floor, so be careful that someone was hiding here and didn't leave.
After inspecting each room in order, he came to the door at the end of the hallway, which, unlike the others, was closed.
He reached out and pushed it, and found that the door was locked. I couldn't help but glance back at Mrs. Castro.
Mrs. Castro's face was still pale, and it was hard to tell what she was thinking, but judging from the way she took the girl into her arms once more, she should have something to say about it.
Cheng Bin nodded to her and kicked the door open.
Shots rang out, bullets shot out of the door and hit the opposite wall, and the girl in Mrs. Castro's arms screamed, but was quickly pulled down the stairs by her mother.
Cheng Bin didn't enter the door, he stood in the corridor, shooting steadily through the wall of the room, and when he opened the door just now, he saw the flash of light produced when shooting in the room, and he could determine the approximate location of the shooter. For rookies, it's always hard to think that the barrier of the wall is actually not that safe.
The buildings in the wasteland are mainly wooden, and even the police station in Maple Leaf Town is divided by wooden planks. The temperature in the Grand Canyon remains stable all year round, the humidity is relatively moderate, and there is no need to consider thermal insulation, and even the wooden planks are thinner than those in Maple Town.
After firing two shots in succession, Cheng Bin heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and he slowly walked to the door that had been kicked and looked inside.
The first thing that catches your eye is a large bed, and then the person who is lying between the bed and the window, the bag that the person is carrying is open and can be seen to be filled with what the man has found.
Cheng Bin walked in and bent down to pick up the pistol on the ground, which was a revolver, which was of an unrecognizable brand, relatively new, but with rough workmanship. Cheng Bin lost interest after taking a look, casually poured out the bullet in the magazine, and threw it into the corner.
He walked out of the room with the satchel he had taken from the corpse and said to the mother and daughter hiding on the stairs, "Sorry for soiling your bedroom." ”
He handed over the satchel, "This is found on that person, do you want to go in and have a look?" ”
"You can keep it." Mrs. Castro looked at him, shook her head, and said, "Take it as a reward for saving us." ”
Cheng Bin shook his head, "Mr. Castro has already been paid." He said, "Please don't tarnish my work ethic." ”
The woman looked at him deeply and slowly stood up.
"You're not a friend of Gu Baptist." She said, "You were sent by Miss Emily." ”
She said with certainty: "This is not the case with the people of Gu Baptism. ”