Chapter 114: Accidentally Killed Him
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“You know about mercenaries?” The man dressed in black gave Xiao Luo a shocked look.
Xiao Luo answered, “I learned a little about them from a TV show.”
“The stuff on television is nonsense. They just make sh*t up,” the man in black said with a trace of smugness. “I can tell you anything you want to know. I’m a bona fide mercenary with more than ten men under me, each of whom is a seasoned gunfighter.”
“Big Brother, are you still hiring newcomers? I would like to learn how to be a gangster like you.”
Although Zhang Dashan had never encountered a situation like this before, he understood what to do to increase his probability of survival. The first step was to keep the gangster appeased, so he started to kiss a*s.
Unfortunately, he was barking up the wrong tree. The man in black used the handgun to slap him hard across the face. He used so much force that Zang Dashan’s teeth bled.
The man in black came down on him, hard, and snapped, “I already said that I’m a mercenary, and you still call me a gangster. A f*cking gangster!”
A cold expression settled on Xiao Luo’s face, and there was a flicker of killing intent deep in his eyes. If it had just been the man in black and himself in the car, he would not have been so forgiving. But Zhang Dashan was here, so he had to account for his friend’s safety.
The slap aroused Zhang Dashan’s hot temper, which suddenly started to prevail over his fear.
Keeping a strong hold over his emotions, he began to speak again, preparing to contend with the man in black using words. He pointed at the knife hanging at the man’s waist and asked, “Big Brother, is that a knife?”
“Yes, of course. It’s called a Cold Steel Gurkha Kukri, and it’s part of the standard equipment of the M Nation SEALs.”
“Big Brother, is that a grenade you’re holding in your left hand? You didn’t get it from a toy store, did you?”
“It’s not a f*cking toy! It’s a real hand grenade that I designed and built myself, and it’s extremely powerful. If I’m backed into a corner with no way out, I just have to pull lightly here, and everything within twenty yards of me will die.”
The man in black’s patience had run dry, so he smacked Zhang Dashan in the face again with the gun. “Stop f*cking chirping with your endless annoying questions, or I’ll shoot you dead.”
Zhang Dashan shut up.
“Dee woo dee woo dee woo!”
The sound of sirens reached them from behind, and the man in black put on a severe face. He pressed the gun back to Xiao Luo’s head and ordered, “Shake them off, quickly!”
The corner of Xiao Luo’s mouth lifted in a sly smile.
Seeing this, Zhang Dashan subconsciously grabbed onto the car because he knew that Xiao Luo was going to make his move.
As they rounded a sharp turn, Xiao Luo’s left hand twitched, and the car’s tires drifted to the side, rolling onto a protruding roadblock. The Corolla, which was moving at high speed, suddenly tilted, and the front of the car shifted toward a two-yard-tall stone slab on the side of the road.
Inside the car, Zhang Dashan was relatively unaffected by the loss of control. His seatbelt was on, but the man in black had no way of keeping his balance.
In that same instant, Xiao Luo slipped into the backseat from the driver’s seat like a ghost, while Zhang Dashan grabbed hold of the wheel, bringing the car back under control on the main road.
There was a flash of steel, and the man in black registered pain in his body. Looking down to see what had happened, he saw that the Cold Steel Gurkha Kukri, which used to hang at his waist, was now sticking out of his abdomen. He flared up in anger, preparing to counterattack, before realizing that, during the brief confusion, the handgun and grenade had slipped from his hands. On closer inspection, they were now in the hands of the harmless-looking young man in front of him.
He gulped, hard, swallowing a mouthful of saliva and breaking out in a cold sweat all over. He had just realized that he had stumbled upon an incredibly fearsome reality.
“You have a scorpion tattoo on your neck, and you’re a mercenary, so tell me how you are related to the Red Scorpion Mercenary Corps?” Xiao Luo asked with a smile. He sat in the seat beside the man, calmly fidgeting with the police handgun and grenade.
The man in black’s eyes widened. “You! How do you know about our mercenary group? Who the hell are you?”
“Looks like I wasn’t mistaken. You are the leader of the group that escaped off a cliff and is still at large. You’re Red Scorpion,” Xiao Luo snorted softly.
Red Scorpion felt a chill from the cold sweat that covered his body. He asked again in a loud voice, “Who the hell are you? Who the hell are you?”
With a playful smile, Xiao Luo replied, “About ten of your comrades have already died at my hands, so who would you say I am?”
It was as though a bomb had exploded inside Red Scorpion’s brain. He would have never imagined that the enemy they had been bitterly searching for was the young kid now before him.
His eyes widened like saucers as he stared in disbelief at Xiao Luo. “It’s not possible. How can it be you? It’s not possible…”
Xiao Luo brushed aside his stunned expression and continued talking unhurriedly, “You’re lucky to have survived the jump off the cliff. However, you should have put down everything and fled Hua Nation instead of sticking around and doing whatever you liked.”
As he spoke, he pressed the gun in his hand squarely against Red Scorpion’s head.
Red Scorpion had a savage expression on his face, and his eyes refused to leave Xiao Luo. “I’ll admit that you have me, but I have one request before I die. Tell me, who are you?”
He could not accept the fact that his mercenary group had been destroyed by an enemy whose identity they could not even grasp. It was too much for him to take.
“Even if I told you, you wouldn’t have heard of me.”
Xiao Luo squeezed the trigger, and the bullet left the chamber, piercing the space between Red Scorpion’s eyebrows. The bullet tore out the back of his head and flew straight through the car’s glass windows with a high-pitched smash.
Zhang Dashan, who was in the front passenger seat struggling to control the vehicle, jumped in fright. He turned off the ignition, bringing the car to a stop. Turning around, he looked at the dead body in the back seat of his car in horror.
“You-you really killed him?”
His voice quivered, and his eyes filled with fear. He could not believe and dared not even imagine that Xiao Luo had it in him to kill a man.
“He deserved to die.”
Xiao Luo replied impassively, then opened the car door and got out. It was time for Zhang Dashan to witness this side of him and come to terms with it.
Just then, a large police contingent caught up to them and surrounded Zhang Dashan’s Corolla.
Their leader was a woman with a refreshingly beautiful face, short hair, and eyes as elegant and pure as water. It was Gu Qianlin.
“Officer Gu, it’s been a while!”
Xiao Luo placed the gun and hand grenade he was holding onto the trunk of the car.
Gu Qianlin’s painted eyebrows knitted together as she walked up briskly. When she saw Red Scorpion’s dead body lying in the back of the car, she looked at Xiao Luo in surprise and asked, “You killed him?”
“To be exact, I accidentally killed him. He put a gun to my head and ordered me to drive. So, I carelessly snatched his gun, and carelessly ended up killing him,” Xiao Luo shrugged as he explained innocently.
Accidentally killed him?
What the f*ck!
This was Red Scorpion of the Blackwater Company, an infamous mercenary with an international reputation. He was ridiculously skillful, and more than twenty of her colleagues had been wounded or killed in pursuit of him. Yet, this kid was saying that he had ‘accidentally’ killed him?
The faces of the police officers around them changed. They were utterly shocked by Xiao Luo’s understated account of events.