Satsuma's body fell to its knees, and Derek's body slammed into the back of Randall's car like a cannonball. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The whole process was completed almost at the same moment, and Randall in the car hadn't quite turned his head yet.

However, Randall is also an old fritter who has been in the underworld for many years, and he has seen a lot of strong winds and waves, and when Derek's dead face, which still remained frightened and confused, smashed the rear window, he instinctively lowered himself and pulled a magic pistol from his arms.

There was silence outside, no sound of sound or footsteps, except for the corpse hanging from the rear window dripping with blood downward, and the surroundings fell into an eerie silence. Except, of course, the heavy wheezing of the two people in the carriage and the rapid beating of their hearts like drums.

"You, get out!" Randall suddenly whispered to Cornier, who was huddled in a ball on the right side of the carriage.

"Huh?! But...... Cousin......" Cornier shuddered with fright, and his nervous hands were still holding two stacks of bills at the moment.

"Get off! Immediately! Randall's eyes flashed with a terrifying glint as he pointed the muzzle of his gun at his cousin without hesitation.

Pointed at his head by the muzzle of the black hole, Cornier's face turned pale, and he shivered violently, and there was a foul smell from the crotch of his pants. Randall frowned in disgust, his thumb already pulling the safety off the pistol.

"I ...... I'll go! Don't shoot, don't shoot!! Cornier slammed open the door on the right side and tumbled out of the car.

There was no movement coming from the rear. Randall watched his cousin's back silently, and saw that he dragged a broken leg, and ran in the opposite direction for his life, until he came across an alley and slipped into it with a grunt. And in the process, nothing happened, no gunshots, no shouting, and no one caught up.

Randall exhaled softly, it seemed that the guy who killed his two men had already left, he really didn't expect that one of the truck drivers in Victor's gang also had such terrible skills.

Straightening up slightly and gently pushing the car door, he needed to go around the cab to start the car out of this damn place.

However, the door was only halfway open, when a pistol suddenly reached through the gap and pressed it to his forehead.

A drop of cold sweat slipped from the corner of his forehead, and Randall instinctively dropped his weapon and raised his hands in the air, "Don't shoot, we'...... We didn't mean ......"

The truck driver outside the door whistled playfully, glanced at the banknotes scattered around the inside of the car, frowned, and said, "Mr. Randall, you really shouldn't throw my money around, it will bother me in charge of cleaning up." ”

The familiar indifferent voice made Randall suddenly startled, and he raised his head in disbelief, and sure enough, he saw some traces of disgrace on the face of the thin black man.

"You...... You're the ......."

"Bang-" A blue light erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and a beam of thunder-attribute energy pierced Randall's head, leaving a charred hole in the wall of the carriage. However, this angle was obviously slightly calculated, and it did not ignite a single scattered banknote.

Neatly stuffing the bills back into the suitcase and carrying them out, the murderous driver stooped down to pick up the pistol that Randall had dropped next to, and on the ground behind him lay a man of his stature, dressed in the same clothes, and even seven or eight points of resemblance - apparently, this was the real driver of the truck.

He shot the unconscious driver in the left chest with Randall's pistol, then shoved the pistol that killed Randall into the driver's hand, and threw Randall's pistol next to his body, roughly disguised as if both sides were going to die, before the imposter ran briskly to the other side of the street with the box full of bills.

......

When Shak, who had taken off his disguise and changed back into his clothes, rushed back to the police station to pick up Molissa, it was already time to get off work. Looking at the familiar suitcase that Shak was carrying, Raymond's eyes widened.

"Hey, man, don't you know how ugly you look at people when you stare at them?" Shak snorted, reached out and put his arm around Molissa, who rushed over, and casually threw the empty box in front of him.

That's right, of course, the box was empty, and on the way back, Shak had already redeposited the cash in the bank, and there were a few more bulging wallets in his arms - no matter how small the mosquito was, it was meat, and the belongings left on the corpse would be cheaper for the homeless people who passed by if they didn't take it, and Shaq never let go of the opportunity to make half a cent of money.

"I picked up a box on the road, and it looks new and sturdy, so I specially brought it to you, and it's not bad to pack materials or something." Talking nonsense with his eyes open, Shak never blushes. And Simon is not a fool, he naturally understands something when he sees this box, but since Shak threw the box to him, it can be regarded as a confession to him. The rest of the aftermath is something that I need to worry about as a friend.

What's more, this time, because he didn't help too much, he has always had a trace of guilt in his heart.

"Let's go! I'm in for a treat tonight to celebrate the perfect resolution of the matter, and by the way, thank the Sheriff for all the care he takes to my family, Sasa! Shak put his arm around his shoulder and laughed, "Besides, the drink I owe you has been delayed for too long, so let's settle it tonight......"

That night, in Odgerella's luxurious suite, a slightly drunk Shack leaned back on the sofa and watched the news. The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and after a while, Molissa, who had changed into pajamas, walked towards him with slippers.

A silver-gray magic pistol was placed on the coffee table, and was respectfully pushed in front of Shak by Molissa. Seeing that Shak's gaze turned to herself, the little girl's pretty face was a little red, and she lowered her head and whispered:

"I'm sorry, I'm not right today, and I'm causing you trouble......"

"Oh? Haha, silly girl, don't you listen to Simon's stupid nonsense......" Shak got up, flicked his fingers lightly, and the pistol on the table swirled back into Morisa's hand, "Giving you a gun is to let you protect yourself, as long as you are not injured, as for whether you injure or kill someone, I will deal with my own boss." ”

"But I ......," Molissa said, glaring at the boss with lovely eyes.

"Is it a gun license?" Shak smiled and lit a cigarette for himself, "Let's not mention that that thing can actually be obtained for a little money, let's talk about those gangsters in this city, how many of them have a license, but when people are carrying machine guns and sweeping the streets, who cares about this." ”

Seeing that the little girl was still ignorant, Shak playfully pulled her to the side of the sofa and sat down, and then added:

"First of all, since it has reached the point where you need to draw a gun, you don't need to fire a warning gun as a waste of time. Not to mention killing everyone at once, at least incapacitating everyone on the other side; ”

"Secondly, the police in Morbock are always a half-beat slower to respond, so you can't always stay stupid and wait for them to catch you after the shooting, right?"

(This is the first update today, the next update is at seven o'clock in the evening, there is good news, I will be recommended for the first time next week, readers, I sincerely ask for your recommendation votes and collection support, help me rush to the new book list!!) Roar! ）