Chapter 9: Execution on behalf of Heaven III

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Shen Ye picked a bench at random, sat down, and looked at Director Zhang lying on the ground: "Director Zhang, you are left alone now." ā€

Director Zhang's body kept retreating to the corner. At this time, he no longer had the momentum of the overall situation in his hands before, and he called people to beat Shen Ye's majesty, and his face showed a sense of begging for mercy: "Please, let me go, all the money I earn will be given to you." As long as you let me go. ā€

"Let you go?" Shen Ye raised his eyebrows and smiled: "If you are just a pyramid scheme, you will not be guilty of death, I will let you go." It's not hard. But you've killed someone. And it wasn't just one person who was killed. In addition, there are also *** women, you have done a lot of bad things. ā€

Director Zhang's face was extremely pale and a little incredulous, but he immediately shook his head: "No, I didn't kill anyone, I didn't kill you, you made a mistake." ā€

Shen Ye picked up a pack of Hongtashan on the table, picked up the lighter on the table, lit a cigarette, and took a puff: "I don't like to argue with people, but what I believe will not change." So, you deserve to die. ā€

"I can give you money, you let me go, thousands of miles of officials are just for money, now it's a money society, I'll give you a million, as long as you let me go." A million, that's a million!" roared Director Zhang.

"A million, it's really big, and seriously, I don't have a hundred on me right now. I'm short of money. However, I still want to kill you, because I am executing on behalf of heaven. Shen Ye smiled and took a few more puffs of his cigarette.

With a wave of his hand, half of the smoke fell to the ground.

With a foot step, the cigarette butt is stepped on.

casually took out a pair of disposable chopsticks next to him, which had not been used, and slowly tore open the pair of chopsticks.

This was originally a very ordinary action, but for some reason, it seemed extremely evil.

Director Zhang was horrified when he saw this action!

He suddenly walked to the right, trying to bypass the dark night and escape outside the door.

But!

At this moment! Shen Ye lightning shot!

"Save ......" Director Zhang's words had not yet been finished, and the pair of disposable chopsticks had already pierced his throat.

Director Zhang struggled weakly, clutching his throat, trying to make a sound, but in the end, he fell to the ground weakly, his eyes widened, and he looked at Shen Ye unwillingly.

Moments later, he was dead.

Shen Ye did the same and killed several other gangsters.

These gangsters, the crime value on their bodies is four or five points, and they indirectly helped Director Zhang kill people, and they should have died. Not to mention seeing Shen Ye's murderous appearance, he can't leave them alive.

Shen Ye lit another cigarette and looked at his experience bar.

The level is still level one, and the experience points are only about one-third of the level one.

Only those who have a sin value of more than ten can provide themselves with experience points. Five bad guys were killed in this battle, but only Director Zhang was the only one who could provide experience points.

Does a man who is worth eighteen sins offer so much experience?

It seems that the first level is promoted to the second level, and it is difficult to upgrade. It takes a lot of kills of these people with high sin values.

However, isn't this kind of work quite exciting?

After all, in my childhood, I read martial arts novels every day, and I also had a chivalrous dream. Chivalrous and righteous, the road is uneven, draw a sword to help.

But when I grew up, high prices, housing prices, employment pressure, etc., etc., all suppressed me. Let yourself be an ordinary person in the modern urban torrent, work like a worker ant, make money, and survive. Looking at the unattainable housing prices, I sighed heavily.

The childhood dreams have long been worn out by life, and they have long withered almost.

Now, let your childhood dreams bloom again into the most beautiful flowers.

I want to be a hero!

Between the high-rise buildings of the modern city, the eaves walk on the wall, and in case of injustice, the wicked are killed.

In my heart, a piece of brightness!

The will has become more and more firm!

Shen Ye's eyes became deeper and deeper, which was a transformation from an ordinary person to the heart of an extraordinary knight.

After smoking, he wiped off his fingerprints and traces, smoked a cigarette, and walked through the window.

......

Director Zhang actually has a very high-end and high-grade name, called Zhang Jianguo.

The owner of Kuaiyu Restaurant is called Zhang Jianjun. The names of the two brothers have a deep imprint of the times.

It was past two o'clock in the afternoon, and there were no guests. Zhang Jianjun and a few chefs in the back kitchen made up a table and played mahjong. Zhang Jianjun and his elder brother Zhang Jianguo get a seven-point similarity.

Mahjong is twenty yuan a piece, which is not a big game, and the win or loss in an afternoon is estimated to be hundreds of yuan.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang coming from the box upstairs.

"What is your brother doing upstairs, such a loud noise, do you want to go and see it?" asked Zhang Jianjun's wife Li Chunlan, a middle-aged woman with average appearance and dark skin.

"My brother has a few subordinates, just gangsters, he likes to fight around when he has nothing to do, he is estimated to have drunk, and he is going crazy with alcohol, what to see, what to see, the bar!" Zhang Jianjun saw that others played a 70,000, laughed, and launched three of his cards 70,000.

"Damn, boss, you're too lucky. Xiao Qin, the chef who was barred, complained.

The men were still fighting, and there was a bang, and there was a loud noise upstairs.

Li Chunlan couldn't sit still any longer, she stood up: "I'll go upstairs and see if they want to add a case of beer." ā€

In fact, I was afraid that these people would fight again and break the tables and chairs in the restaurant, Li Chunlan felt distressed.

She went up to the second floor and opened the door.

And then.

"Ahh

Zhang Jianjun, who was sitting downstairs playing mahjong, said with some dissatisfaction: "Thief mother-in-law, what is the ghost called." ā€

"Dead, dead, dead, your eldest brother, they're all dead. There's blood all over the place, come on. Li Chunlan muttered.

"What!" Hearing this, Zhang Jianjun couldn't care about playing mahjong anymore, and the whole person stood up and ran directly to the second floor. When standing at the door of the private room, looking at the corpses, Zhang Jianjun was completely stunned, and after a few minutes, he suddenly jumped up: "Call the police, call the police." ā€

Seeing that the people next to him were still sluggish, Zhang Jianjun took out his mobile phone and directly called 110: "We are here Ningxing Road, LC District, Kuaiyu Restaurant, five people died here, come on." ā€

After he finished his mobile phone, his eyes were still a little glazed.