hsntnovel Chapter 24: An Accidental Fire? Do You Believe It?
Chapter 24: An Accidental Fire? Do You Believe It?
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A dozen or so henchmen drew their guns, pointing the dark muzzles at Li Ai, and the scene instantly became tense.
The stationmaster was so frightened that he lay on the ground, not daring to utter a sound even when he cried.
Glancing at the weapon in his hand, Li Ai's lips curled slightly, and she said calmly, "Armor Breaker-10, 5.7×28mm caliber, 28cm in length, 2.5kg in weight, made of aluminum alloy and polymer composite material, with internal helical rifling in the barrel..."
According to the physics formulas "momentum p=mv" and "impact force F=p/t", when a bullet hits a human body: momentum...
"etc!"
The bald old man scratched his head, feeling that his remaining hair was in grave danger.
He yelled angrily, "What the hell are you spouting nonsense about?!"
Li Ai stubbed out her cigar with her bare hand and sighed, "Explaining formulas to you academic underachievers is really asking too much of you."
"To put it simply, this thing has a single-shot power of only 0.8 tons, it can't hurt me."
"Bullshit! It's not like I haven't killed martial artists before!"
boom!
The bald old man decisively pulled the trigger.
The gunshots were deafening; the bullets tore through the air, hurtling straight toward Li Ai's heart with a sharp whistling sound.
Bang!
The bullet hit its mark precisely. After a slight muscle twitch, the bullet lost its momentum and fell flat to the ground with a crisp sound.
"Hmm, just the right amount of force, enough to daze you but not hurt your brain." Li Ai patted the charred holes on her hoodie and stretched.
The human body has a cushioning capacity and is not made of rigid materials such as steel plates, so the power of firearms cannot be maximized, not to mention that her own defense is extremely strong.
The bald old man's eyes widened, his Adam's apple bobbed, and suddenly...
Pfft!
His legs buckled and he knelt on the ground, his face trembling. He sneered, "I said... I said it went off accidentally, would you believe me?"
"What do you think?" Li Ai stared at him with a half-smile.
The bald man swallowed hard, then slammed his forehead against the ground with a thud: "We were wrong! Please spare us, heroine!"
Upon seeing this, the henchmen all knelt down in unison, throwing their pistols to the ground, their faces deathly pale.
Even guns can't break through it, we've kicked a steel plate!
Even if they all opened fire, it would be useless against such beings—martial artists are not targets. As long as they can withstand a round of shooting and get close, it won't take long to kill them all.
Li Ai looked at the five young men with brightly colored hair in the crowd.
She remembered these people; she seemed to have seen them not long ago, and she even remembered one of their names...
"Dog Bro?"
Upon hearing this, the burly, blond-haired man in the crowd trembled, scrambling out of line and frantically kowtowing to Li Ai: "Grandma, I was wrong! I shouldn't have brought people here to cause trouble!"
Upon seeing him, the bald old man slapped him hard on the back of the head and cursed, "You son of a bitch, is this the frail young girl you told me about?"
Li Ai rested her chin on her hand, her eyes slightly narrowed: "Just standing up for your underling?"
Upon hearing this, the bald old man hurriedly knelt back down and awkwardly laughed, "Heroine, no, goddess! It was our Mad Dragon Gang that was blind and offended you."
"If you release us, our entire gang will serve you faithfully from now on!"
He dared not mention the "motorcycle thugs" incident again, but fortunately he still had an excuse to stand up for his underlings.
"Don't call me that, call me Dad."
"Yes, Dad! Father! Grandpa!" The bald old man called out to a young girl without any restraint or inhibition.
Li Hui was speechless: "Do you people here even know what integrity is?"
"Look at their profession, do they seem like people with integrity?" Li Ai rolled her eyes at Li Hui.
But the Mad Dragon Gang sounds like a gang that operates in the underworld... That damned Fierce Tiger Hall is also one of them.
Black Street, the underground alliance of Hanchuan, a gray industry organization, is a legal existence recognized by the city's management center.
"What's your name?" Li Ai asked.
The bald old man's face lit up with joy, and he quickly replied, "Father, my name is Chen Long."
"Tell me about the Mad Dragon Gang."
"Yes, Father, our Mad Dragon Gang..."
Li Ai listened quietly, her brows gradually furrowing.
As she suspected, the Mad Dragon Gang was indeed a gang operating in the underworld, but it was only at the level of a small-time gangster.
The entire gang consisted of just over a hundred people, running a foot bath center, about ten foot massage parlors, and some protection money collection business.
Li Ai couldn't help but complain, "Why is it all foot massages? Can't you run something else?"
Chen Long looked embarrassed: "Grandpa, I... I did this when I was young. I had unique skills, and it made it easier to train technicians..."
"Hahaha—what a skilled technician! I thought he was a pilot!" Li Hui burst into laughter, and Li Ai couldn't help but smile slightly.
That old pervert, what kind of bullshit training is this? He's more like taking advantage of the female technicians.
The Mad Dragon Gang... that's better than starting from scratch.
Li Ai made up her mind and smiled at Chen Long: "Very good, you've passed. Come inside with me, I have something to tell you."
Chen Long hesitated, then gritted his teeth and followed Li Ai into the storage room—if he could just get through this night, he would ask his good brother to kill her another day!
You dare mess with me, Chen Long? I'll make sure you're dead!
boom!
The door closed.
Suddenly, the storage room was filled with cracking sounds of bones breaking, muffled groans, and the terrifying sound of flesh and blood sticking together.
The underlings outside were trembling with fear, and the station chief buried his face in the ground, afraid of being noticed.
"I...I'm so scared, I want to go home!" one of the henchmen said, his voice trembling.
"Bear with it! You can't outrun a martial artist!" Dog Brother next to him urged through gritted teeth.
Finally, the door to the storage room opened.
Chen Long walked out picking his nose, his eyes now sharper and more cunning.
He glanced at his underlings: "Go back and take stock of the gang's assets. Whatever you have, transfer it to this card."
"That guy from earlier will be our boss from now on."
The underlings exchanged bewildered glances: "Boss, Chief?"
"What are you standing there for? Cheer!"
"Oh? Great! That's wonderful!"
"yeah......"
"Wait a minute, Second Boss, she's become the First Boss, so what about Boss Shi..." a henchman asked in a low voice.
Chen Long kicked him and cursed, "Just pretend Boss Shi has disappeared, don't cause me any trouble!"
"What about the two KTVs, three hotels, four hair salons, and five supermarkets that Boss Shi is protecting?" another henchman suddenly asked.
Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at him, including Li Ai, who was wearing Chen Long's skin.
"You're not bad!" Li Ai looked at him admiringly.
Look at what the 11th century lacked: talent!
She liked this kind of outspoken person, which almost made her miss out on a good opportunity.
The memory fragments obtained after plundering Chen Long's body just happened to be missing this part of the information.
Li Ai felt no remorse for killing and robbing Chen Long—those who dare to fire a shot should be prepared to be killed; an ordinary person would have died long ago if shot.
"Great, book me a private dinner tomorrow and invite Mr. Shi over."
"I'm leaving this to you. Do a good job and don't let me down. You're the number one candidate for the third-in-command."
The underling, now promoted to the number one of the reserve third-in-command, was visibly excited and roared, "Yes, sir!"