lure night

Leng Ye looked coldly at the man lying on the ground struggling in pain, without any intention of stopping.

The man couldn't bear it anymore, and begged weakly: "Stop it."

Leng Ye said: "Tell me what I want to know."

The man fell silent again.

Leng Ye's patience was exhausted by him, so he didn't bother to toss with him anymore, took out a gun from behind, and put it in his mouth.

The sweat on the man's forehead slowly slid down his cheeks.

Leng Ye said: "This is an old-fashioned revolver. Each magazine can only hold six bullets. I have already loaded one bullet in advance."

He doesn't need to say anything later, this is a simple and old gambling game, old movies have long used old plots in bad movies, but they will never be out of date.

The man was forced to hold the barrel of the gun in his mouth, with that expression on the verge of crying.

Leng Ye buckled the safety catch, and the slight click made the man's body tremble.

"You don't have many chances, because I don't know the location of the bullet, maybe you will be crushed with the first shot." Saying that, Leng Ye pulled the trigger.

The first shot was empty.

The man shook violently, and then he was relieved to find that he was intact.

"It seems that you are lucky." Leng Ye curled his lips and pulled the trigger again...

"Wait!" The man finally spoke.

Leng Ye let go of his finger, and released the trigger halfway through.

The man was covered in sweat, the double torment of the cold night on his body and mind had made him collapse.

Leng Ye took the muzzle out of his mouth and waited for him to speak.

"The person who hired me to hurt you is someone from your company, but I have never met him, and I don't know his name. Everything was negotiated over the phone. He helped me sneak into your company. After completing the task, I He would resign, and then he would pay me into my account, and he threatened me not to tell the story, or he would hire someone to kill me."

"That's why you are so stubborn." Leng Ye said clearly.

The man said nothing.

"Give me that person's phone number."

"It's stored in my phone, but I guess he has changed his number a long time ago, and it's useless even if you know."

Leng Ye just raised the corners of her lips.

The man then took out the phone from his pocket, found out the number, and handed the phone to Leng Ye: "You already know what you want to know, can you let me go now?"

"Of course." Leng Ye stared at the screen and wrote down the number.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, just when he thought he was safe, Leng Ye pointed the gun at him again.

The man thought he was going to kill someone to silence him, and was immediately frightened out of his wits: "You, you clearly said that you would let him go..."

Before he finished speaking, Leng Ye pulled the trigger.There was a gunshot, but what shot out of the barrel was not a bullet, but a small colored flag.

The man screamed out and almost peed his pants.

Leng Ye smiled and threw the gun to his feet, and patted his cheek lightly: "I only kill the people I need to kill. This is a farewell gift for you. There will be a later date."

The man gasped for breath, stared at the realistic toy gun in shock, took another look at Leng Ye, and then collapsed...

As soon as he walked out of the man's house, Leng Ye called Pei Xianghua: "Ah Hua, check a phone number for me."

Pei Xianghua said, "Okay, tell me the number."

Leng Ye reported that number.

A few minutes later, Pei Xianghua called back and told Leng Ye what he had found: "This number has only been used twice, once in the building of the Starlight Group, and the other time was in another place. I checked the current number of that place. Resident, the head of the household is named Lei Zihan."

Lei Zihan...

As soon as he heard these three words, Leng Ye sneered. The person he suspected first after the accident was Lei Zihan, but Lei Zihan was very friendly during this time, so Leng Ye dispelled his doubts. After so long, the murderer behind it was the person he excluded first, which is really ironic.

……

night.

After returning home from get off work, Lei Zihan took a shower, took out a can of beer from the refrigerator, and sat on the sofa to watch TV.

He was very relaxed, but he never expected that on the top floor of the opposite building, Leng Ye was lying on the edge of the fence, pointing a sniper rifle at him.

Leng Ye aimed at the beer can in Lei Zihan's hand, pulled the trigger, the bullet hit the target without any deviation, and the beer splashed everywhere.

The sudden accident startled Lei Zihan, who thought it was a beer can exploded, and then he found two more holes on the beer can. with a bullet.

Lei Zihan's face immediately changed, he got up and went to the window to look around.

Leng Ye observed his every move through the scope, and smiled mockingly: What an idiot, don't you know that the most taboo thing to do when being targeted by a sniper is to stand in front of the window.

Lei Zihan looked out the window for a long time, but he didn't find any suspicious person. He closed the window, and then walked to the phone to call the police.

Just as I was about to pick up the receiver, the phone rang suddenly.

Lei Zihan was so frightened that he jumped back a step, staring at the phone in horror, the phone kept ringing, he hesitated for a moment, finally picked up the receiver and put it to his ear.

"Hey?"

"good evening."

The familiar voice made Lei Zihan stunned, and then asked in doubt: "You are... Leng Ye?"

"Ah."

"How did you know my number?"

"Of course I know." Leng Ye's voice on the phone was lazy and casual, with a hint of a smile, obviously in a good mood.Lei Zihan felt more and more that something was wrong. When it came to what happened just now, he suddenly realized something, and asked angrily, "You did it just now, didn't you?"

"Otherwise, what do you think?" Leng Ye asked back, with a bit of playfulness in his tone.

"Bastard! What's the matter, come to me in person and tell me, what's the point of hiring someone to shoot around outside?" Lei Zihan's voice instantly rose several octaves.

"Looking for someone else?" Leng Ye smiled.

"What's so funny, you bastard! If you have the guts, come and find me yourself!" Leng Ye's attitude enraged Lei Zihan even more, and his voice was trembling with anger.

"You are wrong." Leng Ye's tone was still relaxed, in stark contrast to Lei Zihan: "I never let others intervene when I find someone to settle accounts, and I do it myself."

Lei Zihan was thinking about the meaning of the words "do it yourself" in Leng Yehua, and a chill came down his back.