Chapter 8: Chapter 8 Crush and Kill
The two were so excited that they couldn't fall asleep. They found the strange movement at the door.
Someone was prying into their house!
In the monitor, Watson saw a group of gangsters with black headgears violently removing the reinforced lock of the old Locke.
The VIP service of the old Locke worked immediately.
A group of people surrounded the door and couldn't find a way to open it.
Seeing that this group of people did not come with good intentions, the leader even brought a pistol.
The others also held choppers and bayonets, Watson could imagine the result of their breaking in with his eyes closed.
Both Hans and Watson got nervous.
They must have come for money and even wanted to teach them a lesson.
They couldn't sit still and wait for death. It was not easy for them to make some money. If all the money was robbed, they would have to live a poor life.
With a hint of excitement in his eyes, Watson pointed the muzzle of Gatling at the door.
He started to fill the cartridge according to the instruction book!
With M9 in his hand, Hans looked at the crazy Watson in astonishment. He wanted to say that they were just robbers.
Unfortunately, neither side would give him a chance to speak.
The leader of the men with tattoos saw that the lock could not be opened for a long time, he cursed.
Finally, he put the silencer on the pistol and shot the lock.
After he kicked the door open, a group of people broke in!
And Watson also put the gold Gatling cartridge and pressed the shooting button.
Bullets kept coming out of the barrel of the Gatling, pouring down on the heads of this group of people like a rain of fire in the darkness.
The defenseless group of people was immediately beaten to death.
The Gatling bullets pierced through their bodies, and blood gushed out like pillars, forming a sea of blood beneath them.
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
Hans hurriedly pulled back Watson, who was killing them crazily, and said, "Wake up, they are dead!"
Watson gave another shot, and then he breathed heavily.
The bullets were so good that they almost smashed the group into minced meat.
He found that shooting was so exciting, especially when the bullet pierced through the human body, which made his scalp tingle.
What he feared before was so ridiculous in front of absolute firepower.
The group of people fell in a pool of blood, covered with broken bowels and organs cut by the bullets, and some were vomiting blood and twitching.
There were full of blood. Hans threw up all the food he had eaten today with just a glance.
There was a big hole in the belly of a guy.
He was still alive, and he took out a cigarette from his pocket, trembling.
His blood dyed the cigarette butt red. It took him a lot of effort to light it.
He took a deep breath and the cigarette curled up from the hole in his body.
"You are a devil!" The big man cursed with all his strength.
Perhaps it was the last seconds of his life, or perhaps the big man had thought of something to vent his anger, he said,
"Do you know who you killed?"
"He is the younger brother of the evil dragon. You are doomed!"
After saying that, the big man died.
...
"What? He is the younger brother of the evil dragon?"
Hans murmured to himself in panic. At this moment, he even forgot to vomit.
"We are doomed!"
He sat on the ground with his eyes glassy.
Listening to the approaching police siren, Watson smiled disdainfully.
"If his brother's nickname is the evil dragon, then my nickname must be louder than his. Hans, you can call me dragon slayer from now on!"
"Dragon slayer?" Hans also came to his senses. Looking at the calm Watson, he felt much more relieved.
Yes, with the presence of Watson, the evil dragon had become a dead bug. Why should he be afraid?
The most important thing right now was to clean the battlefield.
The first thing he thought of was to call the sweeper. That group of people was specialized in cleaning the crime scene, and the police couldn't even find a drop of blood.
But how could the ruined battlefield be cleaned? Even if the sweeper came, they might not know how to do it. Hans was full of despair.
"Watson, could you please solve them in a gentle way in the future?"
"This is my home. It will be much cheaper if someone dies here."
Hans was thinking about how to deal with the police.
But he saw Watson take out a bag of money. What does he want to do?
Bribe the police?
Hans had to admit that he couldn't keep up with Watson.
...
The police arrived late.
They were careful. The man in front of them held a shield and wore a thick bulletproof vest.
They dawdled in the corridor for a long time before they arrived at the door of the house.
After they pushed the door open and entered, the first thing they smelled was a dizzy smell of blood, and then they felt their feet sticky.
After the light was lit, the corpses piled up in the door startled them.
The big guy's ferocious face almost scared a policewoman to pee her pants. But when she saw the visceral residue under her feet, she couldn't help vomiting.
"The people inside, put your hands over your head and lie down!"
All the policemen got goosebumps and shouted loudly, fearing that the two of them would make any movement.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone