Do good deeds and become stronger

Chapter 106

Hei Tou Li has never been a good person. The reason why he is called Hei Tou is because he is bald and likes to peel off the scalps of living people and make them into wigs for himself to wear.

Because of the frequent use of such cruel methods, they were called the Blackheads.

The slums in the east of Duzhou City are two worlds away from other places. Even the Liuqing Street Police Department here is colluding with various gangs to squeeze the already miserable poor.

Sometimes Qi Ping can't understand, since Zhu Daheng can take care of most of the underground world of Duzhou City, why not let him take care of this place as well?
If you don't understand, you still have to do things, starting from today, from this moment, in the name of "Masquerade Clown".

Qi Ping is also intentionally indulging. He has seen Black-headed Li pick up the pistol long ago, and he has seen his actions. Given him a chance, life or death is in his own hands.

Black-headed Li lowered his head and slowly calculated the distance. The palms of his little brother who was entangled with him were covered in sweat, but he could endure the pain and remain calm in his heart.

Kill that weirdo first, then kill Zhao Jixiang, and then kill Zhao Gao, and no one in Changqiu Street will dare to disobey him.

As for who Qi Ping is, it doesn't matter, he killed many people with strange behaviors.

The colorful hair made him want to try it even more. When he was four meters away from Qiping, he suddenly raised his hand and slammed three bullets, aiming at Qiping's head, neck and heart.

Qi Ping had seen it a long time ago. At this time, he slightly raised the Mithril steel pistol in his hand, and fired a series of false bullets. The three bullets that hit him were all concentrated, made a muffled sound in the air, and fell to the ground.

Qi Ping then fired a false bullet, which directly hit Heitou Li's hand holding the gun. This time it was not a weakened version of the rubber false bullet. His wrist was directly broken, and blood gushed out.

"what……"

But Qi Ping didn't stop, and shot three more times, breaking his two legs and the other wrist, and then grinning suddenly, approached Heitou Li, patted his face and said, "You, do you think I'm very Easy to talk, soft-hearted?"

"You, why do you still have seven bullets? This... hiss, this is impossible!"

Qi Ping ignored him, stood up, stomped on the opponent's face with his red leather soles, and said loudly: "All members of the Blackhead Gang, put down their weapons and lie on the ground!"

Zhao Jixiang looked at this person in shock, a little scared in his heart, but for the sake of everyone, he took a deep breath and approached Qi Ping with a serious and sincere attitude.

"Sir, I would like to explain to you everything here, and assure you that I am telling the truth."

Qi Ping turned his head to look at this person. Although he used appraisal technique, it was not mind-reading technique after all, but from Qi Ping's observation, this person's words had certain credibility.

He grinned, turned around, stepped on the black-headed plum on the soles of his feet, kept screaming, and looked around: "Hey, you said it, I will listen to it, and I will also ask other people, and I will make a decision on my own." Thinking and judging. The truth is never a matter of listening and believing, of course, the behavior of the black-headed plum under my feet makes me trust you more."

Zhao Jixiang was stunned for a moment, and felt that what Qi Ping said made sense, and agreed: "You are right, I will tell you the truth, and you can also ask other people."

After he finished speaking, he began to talk eloquently. Zhao Jixiang spoke in an orderly manner and his thinking was clear.

After Qi Ping listened to it, he basically believed most of it. He asked a few gang members, threatened and educated them, and basically got a consistent description.

Blackhead Li and the Blackhead Gang can be said to have done all kinds of bad things. Most of the residents here are engaged in some labor or service industry in Duzhou. They have to pay security fees to Blackhead Lee every month, but after paying this Money does not guarantee their safety, they should be bullied and humiliated by gang members.

The police department did nothing, and even used gangs to do things.

Heitou Li is the person responsible for Changqiu Street. According to Qi Ping's understanding from both sides, this person has at least nine lives on his back. There are a hundred scalp wigs in his house, which means that at least more than 100 people have been scalped alive. .

Qi Ping asked these gangsters to correct each other, and asked the members of the Zhao family to correct them. Qi Ping listened to both sides, and then listened to the pleas of those who were corrected. After a while, it was already early morning.

Those who were designated, together with the black-headed Li, had their hands and feet broken by Qi Ping and knelt in a row.

"I said, I'm here to meddle in other people's business. What do you think these guys should do? Should they be sent to the police station?"

Qi Ping's accent is very funny, with a bit of opera singing, and with his clown mask, it's like a street impromptu performance.

But no one dared to treat him as a show. The two-meter-tall man who had just been knocked to the ground stood up and said loudly, "Sir, I don't know what to call you. But you may not know our side What kind of a group is the Liuqing Police Department? If these kneeling guys are hungry wolves, then those people are real tigers! What's more frightening is that they are a nest of tigers and wolves. If you send them in with your front feet, they can come out with your back feet to take revenge on us. .”

After hearing this, Qi Ping frowned slightly. How could the police here be corrupted to such an extent?

He grabbed a few gang members who had no major crimes, used [Induction], and came to the same conclusion, sending them to the police station was no different from sending them home.

"Hahaha, really, it's kind of funny."

Just as Qi Ping was laughing wildly, there was a sudden roar of a car, and it turned out that people from Liu Qing's police department came driving three G20 delivery vehicles.

"Give me all down, especially you, the guy dressed in colorful clothes, immediately captured and released the hostages, you are already surrounded!"

There was a loudspeaker on the top of the transport vehicle, and it was shouting loudly. Qi Ping was not surprised. There was a camera here, and he didn't destroy it. As long as there is someone on duty at the Liuqing Street Police Department, he will definitely be able to see it.

Seeing them coming, Qi Ping became more and more sure that what the big man said just now was correct.

When gang members threatened ordinary people, they didn't show up. When they beat the group of people to the ground by themselves, they came when they asked about their crimes and prepared to punish them.

Duzhou under the rule of the group, especially the east of the city, is really very dark.

Qi Ping's incarnation as a clown suddenly and keenly sensed the sound of howling wind, and he quickly slid in the air, dodging dangerously.

Raising the silver gun in his hand, he suddenly fired a shot in the southeast direction.

This is the high-power mode of psionic bullets. The whole gun glows faintly, and a lengthened barrel suddenly appears. A psionic bullet flies away with a whistling roar at a super-speed of 800 meters per second, hitting 700 meters in the middle. Meters away, the roof of a seven-story building.

On the roof, the sniper who had just loaded the sniper rifle and aimed at Qiping had already pulled the trigger and was staring at Qiping, but saw that when the bullet was about to hit, Qiping could suddenly lose his body in that millisecond. He slid a position backwards, avoiding the sniper bullets.

boom!
(End of this chapter)