Everyone in the private room was scared silly.
They stared at the body with half of its head shattered by the bullet.
"Ah…"
The women screamed, and the tattooed man and his three subordinates came back to their senses.
"Shut up or die?"
Zhou Chen's voice was very soft and cold.
As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent, as quiet as a haunted house.
Everyone looked at Zhou Chen in horror.
It was as if he was looking at the Grim Reaper!
"You haven't answered me."
Zhou Chen calmly looked at the tattooed man in front of him." My patience is limited.”
The tattooed man's eyes were filled with fear and he was covered in cold sweat.
Hearing Zhou Chen's words, he shuddered, and his heart was filled with extreme fear.
However, the tattooed man's expression was filled with despair.
Because he knew he was dead.
He also finally realized that the two people who had led his subordinates to shoot yesterday were not simple. They were definitely not ordinary people.
It was very likely…a special existence!
"I, I was just doing what I was paid to do."
The tattooed man's heart thumped like a drum. He said with trembling lips," We're a bunch of bullies!”
What was a 'home'?
People nowadays might not have heard of this term.
Even those who were in the underworld today rarely understood this term.
However, twenty years ago,'fighting' was an evil profession.
Most of them were formed by a group of hooligans, bandits, and thugs.
The purpose of this profession was to work for whoever gave them money.
For example.
Smashing, wounding, threatening, kidnapping, extortion, hurting…and even killing!
How to do it depended on the employer's requirements and the amount of money.
Some time ago, a 'friend' from the underworld found them.
He gave them a million dollars.
The requirements were simple.
It was yesterday that he had asked them to follow a car.
If they discovered that someone was following the car, they could make a move.
Kill the people in the car!
He dared to shoot and kill people on the street for a million yuan?
This was nonsense. Do you know how many people would spend a million in their lives?
He had never even seen 100,000 yuan in cash piled up together?
A group of national security agents rushed into the private room.
He escorted four burly men and left with a corpse.
There was no need to say what would happen to them.
Zhou Chen glanced at the shivering seafood merchant and turned to leave.
However, in her heart, she was silently mourning for many of her male compatriots.
Some cars looked very new, but they had already been pumped. They could not be driven just because they had been refurbished.
However, these cars could often be sold at the price of a new car, or even more expensive than a new car.
However, there was a group of people who didn't have their eyes open and wanted to challenge professional players.
The result was obvious!
……
Night, 8 PM.
In front of a residential building in an ordinary residential area.
The four agents entered the residential building, went to the fourth floor, and arrived in front of a house.
The two agents took out the door knocker and looked at each other.
3, 2, 1…Boom!
The door banged heavily on the door.
The seemingly sturdy anti-theft door opened with a bang from the door ram.
In an instant.
The other two agents who were prepared rushed into the residence and cooperated with each other.
At this moment.
A man who was lying on the sofa and playing with his phone sat up in shock.
However, a gun was pointed at his head.
In the next second, a police baton smashed into his chin.
The man rolled his eyes and collapsed like a pile of mud.
The chin was actually the weakness of the human body.
Attacking a person's chin would not only cause intense pain, but the force would also be transmitted directly to the cerebrum, causing damage to the cerebrum and causing the person to faint.
If the damage to the cerebrum was more serious, it might even cause blindness if it pressed on the nerves in the eyes!
The two agents were obviously experienced and professional.
She swiftly and neatly knocked down the man and dragged him out of the room like a dead dog…
Outside the residential building.
Zhou Chen, who had a calm expression, smoked as he watched his subordinate place the unconscious man in front of him.
" Zhuang Jun, male, 33 years old, unemployed, idle in society, criminal record…"
A secret service agent read the suspect's information in a cold voice.
This Zhuang Jun was the one who gave the group of 'home wreckers' a million dollars to attack Gou Sheng and Sixth Brother.
Zhou Chen did not need to instruct him.
One of the agents lifted his leg and kicked the unconscious Zhuang Jun under his armpit.
The armpits were also a weakness of humans.
After being hit, it would cause intense and unbearable pain.
"Ah!"
A scream came from the unconscious Zhuang Jun.
He was woken up by the pain.
However, before he could get up and figure out the situation.
Bang! The Secret Service's foot stepped on Zhuang Jun's face and landed on the ground.
Zhou Chen squatted down slowly and looked at Zhuang Jun, who was lying on the ground with his face turned to the side.
"Tell me, who told you to go and kill someone?”
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