"Sianweistan, boss, he has that Sima Gui's Shi Zhi prosthetic!"

Seeing Johnny's crisp and neat action of grabbing the gun, a junior brother standing behind immediately said to the man in charge with a frightened expression.

"I'm not blind." The thug leader slapped his men on the head vigorously to shut him up, and then looked back at the cold muzzle of the gun.

It wasn't until this moment that the gangsters finally realized that they had hit the iron plate, and they might not be able to get out of this toilet door tonight.

Who could have predicted this, though?

Public toilets like this are usually used only by a few homeless and civilians, and occasionally they can meet some urgent company employees, especially the latter, who are the source of income for their small gang.

Even if they meet some people on the road, or meet Ncpd staff, they can tell the difference.

But what's going on with this guy in front of you! Why didn't he bring a weapon with him, but he still had a high-end prosthetic body like Sianweistan?

The gangster leader's face was between nervous and frightened, barely maintaining his composure, but his legs were shaking uncontrollably, and in the face of the cold muzzle, he begged for mercy in a trembling tone:

"That's... Big brother, I'm really sorry, it was a few of us who didn't have long eyes and rushed into you, and just now I just wanted to scare you, in fact, I couldn't shoot, this place is very close to the Kambi Building, the sound of shooting is easy to attract Ncpd, we little people don't dare to make a big deal at all, you see, the safety of this gun hasn't been opened yet..."

Johnny Silver frowned, and continued to look at the pistol in his hand, stunned to see where the safety of the gun was.

MD, what shit are these damn arms companies producing for decades?

"Dara Institute of Technology's dR-12 quasar, a rather peculiar technical weapon, its safety is on the turntable of that butterfly magazine, and the design is also more tricky, unless it is a user, no one knows whether the safety of this gun is turned on."

Lin Mo, who was sitting on the toilet in the cubicle and watching the play, opened his mouth to explain at the right time.

"What nonsense are you talking about, do you think Lao Tzu can't see it?" Johnny Silver glanced at him coldly, trying to pull the trigger of the pistol.

Indeed, as the gangster leader said, even if the trigger of the pistol was pulled, not a single bullet was fired.

"So you're holding this thing to bluff people? Or is it used to poke yourself in dermatitis when you are fine? Johnny asked the thugs in a cold tone.

"Yes, yes, a few of us just rely on bluffing, selling paper at high prices, and secretly filming and extortion to earn some living expenses, and we have never killed anyone, and our names are not in the NCPD criminal archives!" The gangster boss seems to be afraid that Johnny will kill them in the next second, and he knows everything about his problems.

"Wrong." Lin Mo interrupted again, he looked at the gangster leader, and said with a mysterious smile:

"According to my righteous eyes, you have already left your name in the archives of the Ncpd, but the crime is not big, and it will only cost a few tens of euros to arrest you."

"Then we are also great good citizens, don't you see that the rewards of those gangsters are hundreds or thousands..."The gangster leader continued to argue.

"Okay, that's enough, are you two talking about cross talk? It hurts my head! Johnny interrupted the thugs.

He walked up to the gangster leader, raised his chin with the muzzle of his gun, and asked with a blank face:

"Do you have any cigarettes on you?"

"Yes, there is... If the eldest brother wants it, I will give it all to you. The thug leader tilted his head back and scrambled to pull out a cigarette case and lighter from his pocket.

Seeing the long-lost cigarettes, even if he didn't know what the brand was, Johnny's silver hand showed a long-lost smile:

"Not bad."

He put away his cigarette and lighter, put them back in his pocket, and then quickly opened the safety of the pistol, and shot the gangster leader twice in the legs without mercy.

The extremely fast bullet pierced the man's legs in an instant, and he screamed loudly, leaning against the wall and barely supporting himself with his hands.

But he didn't dare to make any resistance, and even stopped the little brothers next to him from trying to help.

He understood that the man in front of him didn't kill him in the first place, but just shot him twice in the legs, obviously thinking about sparing them.

"This gun is good, but I don't want to waste any more bullets, you guys break one of your arms or legs with each other, and get out." Johnny said lightly.

Hearing this, several thugs looked at each other, not knowing whether they should follow Johnny's instructions.

"TMD, why are you stunned, don't you want to live one by one! Hurry up! The gangster's order was like a hammer, and the remaining four thugs made up their minds.

Their expressions were fierce, and they picked up the sticks they used to earn a living and struck them at their knees or arms, oblivious to the heart-wrenching pain.

For a moment, the sound of bone cracking and screams were endless, and the bloody nature of these gangsters made Johnny feel a little surprised.

Finally, seeing that several thugs had completed the punishment he had given him, he waved his hand and said as if he were sending garbage:

"."

"Thank you, big brother, thank you, big brother." The leader of the gangsters, with the support of others, fled and walked outside.

After a few people left, looking at the blood stains on the toilet floor, Johnny Silver shook his head, silently took out a newly paid cigarette, and hurriedly lit one.

Swallowing clouds and spitting out the fog, he sighed and said helplessly: "It's really all bullshit that happened to me." ”

"I didn't expect you to spare their lives." Lin Mo walked over and was amazed.

"Or else?" Johnny Silver squinted his eyes, his face hidden in the mist, and said in a tone full of enjoyment:

"Tonight is a good day, a great day for Johnny Silver's hand to be reborn... I don't have to spoil my good mood today for a few dog offal. ”

"You can see that you enjoy your freedom?" Lin Mo asked uncertainly.

"Enjoy?" Johnny Silver chewed the word with his hand, sneered a few times, smoked the cigarette in his hand in three or two times, and threw the cigarette butt in the trash can:

"What is there to enjoy, this kind of shit-like world, even if you live, you are only tired, if you really want to enjoy it, I won't leave the band to be a 'terrorist' back then, isn't it cool to stay there and soak chicks?"

"Yo, you're awake again?" Lin Mo asked.

Johnny Silver glanced at him and replied indifferently:

"Awakening? I don't know what you're talking about, but you're to the point... I started a band back then, and sang a lot of anti-company songs, but it was useless, there was not a word in those songs that fans didn't recognize, but most people still couldn't understand it, they were content with the status quo, and would rather be exploited by capital until there were no pants left, and they still didn't want to be sober. ”

Lin Mo nodded, did not respond, and continued to be a quiet listener.

"It's like that bunch just now, heh, nesting in the toilet to make money, why don't they go to the sewer to dig up shit? Maybe you can get some gold out of the......" Johnny continued to sneer, and then changed his words:

"But in fact, they even do this kind of work, which shows that the outside world is still like that bird, and everything I did at the beginning has become shit, and I have become a pen."

"Since you have figured it out in your heart, why don't you accept my invitation?" Lin Mo asked.

Johnny Silver leaned his hand against the toilet door, looked at the endless traffic outside on the road and the lights of the building, and was silent for a few seconds and said:

"I don't have 100% trust in you yet, a lot of things have to be seen with my own eyes, at least I have to visit the city first."

Lin Mo smiled knowingly: "In this case, let me be your tour guide and let you meet the old people." ”

"The deceased?" Johnny Silver raised a frown.