Make sure there is no headshot and still be able to save the lucky ones.

Zhang Jing, who was wearing a vampire mask, had planned to use Shunlai's car keys to drive away, but temporarily changed his mind and used the deceased's car to leave.

When the people in the small restaurant came out, they only saw that the three gangs were so dead that they could no longer die, and there was no possibility of rescue.

As for the murderer, no one saw it.

And Zhang Jing didn't walk away, it is obvious that there is a team behind the three of them, otherwise everyone would not be afraid.

According to the address sent by the beautiful rooster, Zhang Jing drove five kilometers to the gate of a wine estate surrounded by empty and simple and elegant environment.

Seeing his friends coming, the two bearded bodyguards guarding the gate of the manor didn't take it seriously at first.

But when he saw that it was a yellow man driving, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to the pistol on his waist.

Yi Duli can hold a gun, which is a little less demanding than Ah Mu, and can not only hold a shotgun, a rifle, but also a short gun.

Of course, it is ostensibly difficult to apply for a gun.

It's hard for ordinary people, it's easy for some.

There were still three meters away from the gate of the manor, and Zhang Jing, who had taken off his mask in advance, got out of the car with his hands held high and asked loudly, "I want to see your boss."

"He's not here," the bearded man in the white shirt asked Zhang Jing in a strange Amu tone, "This is Auf's car, who are you?"

"Who am I, that's a good question..."

As he spoke, a troll suddenly appeared in Zhang Jinggao's hand, and there was no need to hesitate to kill it with two shots.

I want to state here that Lu Jian's injustice is only one of the reasons for Zhang Jing's killing.

Anyway, it takes time to repair the car, just by the way, 'pick up a treasure, Candela said last night that Zhang Jing hadn't gone out to hunt for treasure for a long time.

I've been looking for treasures and picking up treasures, and I never stopped.

Cleaning up the guards at the door and replacing them with AA-12 equipped with armor-piercing bullets, Zhang Jing entered the inside of the manor, and with the blessing of 25-meter metal visibility, people blocked and killed Buddhas.

It is equivalent to playing a game with open perspective + bullets through the wall.

As an opponent, what else can you do besides lying down?

Clearing obstacles all the way, Zhang Jing came to the underground wine cellar in the backyard of the winery villa, behind an invisible wall, there were rice dollars piled up in half a small room.

It's about forty or fifty million.

With so much money, it is possible to buy an oil painting by Cézanne, but it is much easier than getting an oil painting.

Take eighty percent, leaving two percent for camouflage.

Deliberately make the door of the money hiding room half-open and half-closed, and use the door to make a simple trick trap.

Clear fishing line + grenade.

It's not that difficult, and proficiency makes perfect.

Not in a hurry, Zhang Jing began to look at the cellar, judging by various traces, this is a place of age.

There are many barrels inside, and not all of them are liquid when you hit them.

Smash open one of them, and sure enough, it is the flour used to make bread.

Zhang Jing carried at least a ton of this thing in the silver secret space, and he was not interested in taking it.

About half an hour later, two cars drove up in the front yard of the winery.

The first Land Rover car, the local black-old-big, a gray-bearded, handsome old man.

In the passenger seat sat his grandson, a teenager of twelve or thirteen.

Leaving his grandson in the car, the handsome old man got out of the car with a gun and entered the villa with five of his men.

All the way I saw the corpses of his subordinates, most of them were shot, and three or four were hacked to death with sharp weapons.

After a moment of coming to the underground cellar in the backyard, there was no intruder in sight, and the half-open money hiding room caught his attention.

Worried about the safety of the money, the handsome old man waved his hand to signal his subordinates to be on guard, he held a gun in his right hand, and slowly pushed open the door of the secret room with his left hand.

I didn't notice that as the crack in the door widened, the transparent fishing line on the inside of the door and on the top of my head was straightening.

until the safety bolt of the grenade is removed.

Boom!

The grenade exploded, and the handsome boss was seriously injured in an instant, and at the same time, a fire began to break out in the small room.

Five subordinates hurriedly stepped forward to check on the boss's situation.

Zhang Jing appeared from the depths of the cellar at the right time and opened fire in a sudden manner, and the five gang members couldn't prevent it at all, and they couldn't stop it.

If the bullet of the Acre 47 is a pencil, the bullet of the AA-12 is a large crayon.

If you rub it, you will be crippled, and if you touch it, you will die.

After cleaning up the younger brother, Zhang Jing came to lie on the ground with his whole body, looking like a handsome boss.

Squatted down and looked at him curiously up close.

"Who the hell are you?" The badly injured Black Boss asked.

"Treasure hunter, treasure hunter," Zhang Jing introduced himself, "a treasure hunter who is constantly trying to find money."

The hairstyle was messed up, and the handsome black old man scolded, "Bastard, treasure hunters are like you, how can there be so many bad people!"

"It's better to have more bad guys," Zhang Jing laughed and got up, pointed the muzzle of the black hole at the back of the old man's head at close range, "Robbing you feels more exciting than sleeping a beautiful woman."

The words fell and the gunshots rang out, and the old man's head was shattered.

Give everyone a refill gun.

Next is the clean-up time, dragging all the corpses outside into the cellar.

There are also corpses to be cleaned up in the yard.

At this time, Zhang Jingcai noticed that there was a child boy sitting in the Land Rover car in the yard.

The little boy was about twelve or thirteen years old, with brown hair, beautiful eyes, and a long and delicate look, and looked at Zhang Jing with a hint of fear.

After hesitating for a second, Zhang Jing raised the muzzle of the gun, aimed at the little boy in the passenger seat and pulled the trigger.

The little boy was shot in the forehead.

It's a little cruel, but Zhang Jing doesn't want to be the object of being betrayed...

Reading Shi Mingzhi, the result will really be even worse, the man's car is cracked, and the woman enters Yihong Courtyard.

Worried that the boy was the protagonist of the movie and the movie, Zhang Jing shot him a few more times.

All the corpses were concentrated, the villa surveillance hard disk was taken, and gasoline was poured from the cellar, and the small room where the money was hidden, the main villa, and the blood-stained front yard ground were all poured gasoline.

In a fire, Zhang Jing drove away and returned to the garage.

At the same time, a large number of security police rushed to the burning wine estate, because the fire was too big to enter for a while.

Interestingly, more than a dozen security officers watched the fire, but none of them called a fire truck.

Just like that, I watched the winery turn into an empty shell in the flames.

By three o'clock in the afternoon, the rubble had dissipated.

The vigilantes found out that the reason was that none of the gang members who were entrenched here appeared.

What does this mean?

A huge surprise is brewing in everyone's heart.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the second-hand car that Zhang Jing bought had not been repaired, and just when he was about to give up, he was stopped by the owner of the car repair shop.

"Don't be in a hurry to leave, there are celebrations in the town at night, there is food and drink, no money, let's go together."

The owner of the car repair shop is a bearded man who weighs more than 200 pounds, and because he repairs cars all year round, he exudes a smell of engine oil.

It doesn't look easy to mess with, but it's actually an honest person, and he's very enthusiastic.

Zhang Jing did not refuse, and drove a kilometer in his handsome locomotive to the center of the town.

I saw that there were multiple tables in front of the shops that sold food, and there were various foods on them.

There are also temporary handwritten signs.

Pizza is free, barbecue is free, coffee is free, and drinks are free.

It was very different from what I saw at noon, and the originally quiet town seemed to come alive.

Everyone was smiling from the bottom of their hearts.

Watching ordinary people singing, dancing, and drinking on the narrow streets, Zhang Jing reacted that they were celebrating the destruction of the town's gangsters.

In an instant, Zhang Jing firmly believed that what he did was right, the wicked were not eliminated, and the good people were punished.