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Huhuhu~~

The autumn night in Beled City was bleak.

Pedestrians on the road hurriedly wrapped up their coats and left in a hurry under the cold wind.

At this time, in the dark back alley of a bar in the dock area, a beautiful girl wearing a slim black leather jacket suddenly appeared in the dusty air.

It is Di Raoyue.

She stepped firmly on the wet concrete floor, looked up at the neon sign outside the narrow alleyway and said coldly:

"The so-called dock area is the gang area."

At this time, a rude laughter suddenly sounded from behind her: "Hi, Girl, are you playing cospaly? Do you want to play with me?"

"Huh?" Di Raoyue frowned slightly and turned to look behind her.

She saw a tall, yellow man with dreadlocks more than ten meters away, pointing a revolver at her with a playful smile.

At the entrance of the alley, there was a short, fat man in a baseball cap who glanced over with a cigarette in his mouth.

Seeing this scene, Di Raoyue couldn't help but chuckle and said:

"So, are these the so-called 'compatriots'?"

After saying that, his face turned cold.

A strong murderous aura suddenly burst out from her body.

boom!

"Well……"

The gun-wielding Xia Guoyi's eyes widened suddenly, and he fell to the ground twitching.

The short fat man not far away didn't fare much better. He rolled his eyes and fainted to the ground.

Di Yaoyue walked leisurely with her waist swaying. She stepped on the handle of the revolver with her leather boots. With a little luck, she stepped on it and spun it around in the air. She then stretched out her hand to hold it.

The man with the dreadlocks lying on the ground had a look of disbelief on his face and said in bewilderment: "You, you... beauties, we are compatriots, compatriots! Please spare my life!"

"Compatriots?"

Di Raoyue sneered, bent her knees and squatted down, using the muzzle of her gun to lift up the cuffs of the man with dreadlocks. After seeing the ghost head tattoo, he moved the revolver to press the man's forehead, and said calmly:

"Let me ask you an answer. Slow down and your brain will bloom. Is there any problem?"

The man's head shook like a rattle: "No, no, no!"

At this time, the short fat man who was lying in the alley suddenly got up and tried to run away.

Di Raoyue narrowed her eyes, and immediately shot out two blazing red rays of light from her eyes, hitting the fat man's head from a distance.

Bang!

The fat, headless corpse fell down weakly.

Suddenly, the man with the dreadlocks who saw this scene out of the corner of his eye panicked and said indiscriminately: "You, you, you, are you an alien or a superpower?!"

Di Raoyue hit his head with a gun and said coldly:

"Is there any gun shop around that is owned by your Fu'an gang?"

The man with the dreadlocks stuttered excitedly: "Just at the end of this road, there is a store called Jim Zhang."

Di Raoyue nodded and stood up, pointed the gun at the man and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The man with the dreadlocks froze and collapsed into a slowly unfolding pool of blood with his eyes wide open.

A few minutes later.

Di Raoyue walked quickly on the deserted street.

She raised her head and looked at the gun store opposite with the lights on, and said calmly:

"Jim Chang, this is it."

jingle!

Come in.

In the gun shop, a powerful middle-aged man was flicking through his mobile phone with his fingers and said without raising his head: "Bro, it's time to get off work here. Come back tomorrow."

Di Raoyue didn't reply.

He looked around at the dazzling array of firearms on the walls on both sides.

Feeling that no one had left, the middle-aged boss frowned and looked up, and found that she was a beautiful woman. He immediately laughed and said:

"Hey, what is a little girl doing here? She wants to go to work and go to a nightclub."

"Oh..."

Di Raoyue glanced at the ghost head tattoo on the back of the opponent's hand, raised her finger and pointed at an extended revolver on the counter and said, "Show me."

"Um?"

The boss looked her up and down in surprise, bent over, took out the revolver from the counter, and handed it over.

Di Raoyue took it lightly, rotated it skillfully in his hand, pulled the trigger and fired several empty shots at the opposite wall.

Card ~ card ~ card ~

The middle-aged boss smiled and said: "Not bad, very skilled. I don't think I've seen you on this street, right?"

No answer.

Di Raoyue handed the revolver back to the boss, pointed to the Uzi submachine gun on the wall behind him, and said softly:

"Show me that big one."

The boss looked at her carefully and began to feel something was wrong.

However, he turned around and took off the submachine gun and handed it over.

At the same time, he quietly pressed the button under the counter.

Card……

Di Raoyue took the submachine gun, turned around and pointed it at the wall. Kakaka fired a few empty shots again.

Then Shi Shiran lowered the machine gun, held the barrel upside down, tilted his head slightly and asked with a smile:

"Where is Wu Fulai?"

The boss suddenly became alert: "Hey, what are you talking about?!"

Di Yaoyue raised her dark eyebrows, raised her hand and swung the machine gun over, hitting him hard on the head.

Bang!

Boss two--\u003e\u003e

He rolled his eyes, hit the wall hard and slowly slid down, lying on his back and fainted to the ground.

Bangta!

He dropped the gun.

Di Raoyue raised her arm, a blue light flashed slightly on her wrist, and an alloy cord appeared.

laugh--

Swing the rope around the rafters.

She quickly used her hands and feet to hang the boss head down like a pig.

Clang!

Pulling out a sharp dog-leg knife from the counter, Di Raoyue lightly raised her long legs and walked to the boss, and said leisurely:

"The first section of torture class: Pain is a person's most sincere friend. It can easily open the door lock of memory. If not, then increase the intensity."

Five minutes later.

Bang! !

The door of the gun shop was violently pushed open, and three or five ferocious yellow men rushed in with guns and sticks.

Unexpectedly, a beautiful girl in black leather jacket was standing in the house with a calm expression, holding a shotgun and pointing it at them.

The group of people froze, and then silently looked at the gun shop owner who was hanging in the corner with bruises and bleeding, breathing out more than breathing in, and with grenades tied around his body. Then he looked at the line of the grenades extending out and wrapped around the girl's slender thumb.

He could only curse in his heart: Damn it!

So they threw down their pistols, knives, and baseball bats, raised their hands and admitted defeat.

"Very good."

Di Raoyue raised the corner of her lips slightly, "You, have you driven here?"

After a while.

Buzz buzz buzz ~

A black jeep started and slowly left.

If someone broke into the gun shop at this time, they would find that the store was bloody at this time, almost like a slaughterhouse.

Di Raoyue, who was driving fast, didn't care.

She was using the intelligence she had obtained to draw up a "road map" for finding people in her mind.

"First, find Ge Lubiao, the leopard in charge of gun smuggling. This man would drink in the bar until the early morning every night, and then go to work.

Through him, we can find Geng Luode, the leader of the human traffickers, who is squatting on a boat on the seashore.

He is the biggest source of income for the Fu'an Gang, and only this man knows the true whereabouts of Wu Fulai."

Di Raoyue narrowed her eyes slightly, and murmured in deep thought: "During this period, we must try our best to solve the problem with gang-level force. Until we determine Li Qingyu's location, we will kill him with one shot!"

With a turn of the steering wheel, the jeep drove into a dilapidated and narrow road.

Not long after, a bar called Free old man appeared in her sight.

Get out of the car, pick up the shotgun, and close the door.

Bang! !

Kicking the closed door of the bar open, a group of men and women shaking their bodies like demons appeared in Di Raoyue's eyes.

Death heavy metal mixed with gangster hip-hop music, as well as the strong smell of alcohol, cheap perfume, and d anesthetics hit her face, making her frown.

She curled her lips slightly, slowly raised her shotgun, aimed at the audio player on the ceiling of the dance floor and fired.

Bang! !

In an instant, the dynamic music stopped, and everyone looked out the door in a daze.

Di Raoyue walked in slowly, raised her gun and smiled coquettishly: "The bar is closed early, everyone, hurry up and get out."