I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2197 - 1403: Today Is a Good Day~_2
Hu Die glanced around.
"Stop looking. We’ve disabled the surveillance here."
One guy sneered, straightening the traction chain in his hand with a metallic clatter.
Hearing the surveillance was destroyed, Hu Die didn’t get nervous; instead, a strange and glaring smile spread across her lips.
"What are you smiling at?"
Ten against one, with weapons, no matter how you look at it, this woman seemed doomed, no matter how good she was in a fight.
If they couldn’t take her down, they wouldn’t need their boss to punish them; they’d hang themselves out of shame.
Hu Die didn’t speak or move. At this moment, she wasn’t allowed to go to the trunk to get a weapon, even if she might not have prepared one.
To hell with equality.
There is no equality in this world.
Hu Die’s feet didn’t move, but her hands did, within the permitted range. However, when they saw what she pulled out from her pocket, the ten men who thought they had this in the bag turned pale.
What the hell!
This woman had pulled out a gun!
They all knew what kind of place this was.
They, too, could only carry some handy tools to bluff their way through.
Time seemed to stop for a moment.
Even the heated atmosphere suddenly felt purified.
"Hehe, hehe..."
A string of cold laughter broke the tense scene.
"Bitch, trying to scare us with a toy?"
The words awakened everyone from their dream!
A group of ruthless men used to murder and arson were brought back to reality.
"Don’t worry, we won’t take your life. By dawn tomorrow, we’ll send you back."
Obviously.
They all thought her weapon was a toy.
Indeed.
They had such weapons, and many of them, but they definitely wouldn’t carry them around here.
They advised Hu Die not to resist stubbornly but to cooperate. But how could Hu Die cooperate?
Going with them might not cost her life, but the outcome would be worse than death, as had happened so many times before.
"Toy or not, who wants to come up and test it?"
Finally speaking.
And in the deathly still pupils, a touch of mockery flickered.
The ten strong men looked at each other.
This is the different deterrence brought by different weapons.
Even if it was a toy, it was more intimidating than the tools in their hands.
After their thorough planning and scheming, they couldn’t be scared by a single toy. The rest of them finally focused their gazes on one of their own.
Yes.
The one who just claimed it was a toy.
The atmosphere had reached this point. The man everyone expected didn’t disappoint his brothers, grinned, wrapped the traction chain around his right hand, and bravely took a strong step forward.
"I’m going to..."
"Bang!"
A dull sound deafened everyone; the fierce men froze, feeling their ears buzz and their minds go blank.
"Ah—"
After the thud, a scream followed. The previously intimidating guy staggered back, no longer arrogant, dumbly looking down at his bleeding shoulder, unable to feel the pain yet, shock and disbelief written all over his face.
Damn!
Even the hardened men, used to bloodshed and violence, felt a chill down their spines, some involuntarily swallowed hard.
They stared, shocked, at the woman less than ten meters away and the fire-spitting weapon in her hand.
How realistic this toy was!
Practice is the only standard for testing truth.
It’s truly "the truth"!
That guy, with his very flesh, had just proven his previous assessment was wrong.
Thus.
Disaster comes from careless talk.
If there’s nothing important, it’s better to talk less.
If he hadn’t run his mouth, he wouldn’t have been pushed to take a shot for nothing.
After a brief paralysis, the sharp, excruciating pain came as arranged. That guy clutched at his wounded left shoulder, face pale. Fortunately, he wasn’t ordinary; he gritted his teeth and endured, without wailing.
The seemingly weak Hu Die remained serene, the number of opponents unchanged, but the visual perception seemed different.
Who really was the fisherman here?
Who was the fish?
"Quite some guts!"
The shot hit the shoulder; it wouldn’t be fatal in a short time. But for morale, it was catastrophic.
Who the hell expected this bitch to be so unscrupulous?
Wasn’t her combat skill said to be exceptional?
Then why not fight them hand to hand; what’s the point of pulling a gun?
This is human nature.
One doesn’t mind taking advantage, but when others do, it seems unfair.
Although they still had an absolute numerical advantage, no one dared to act rashly anymore.
This is the disadvantage of being on foreign ground.
Too many concerns.
Too many restraints.
If they were in Haojiang, there wouldn’t be all this trouble; they could have turned both her and her car into a mess on the road.
So.
They simply couldn’t understand.
How did this bitch dare?
Just pulling it out would be enough.
But she actually fired.
Did she really think everything would be fine just because the surveillance was broken?
"Weren’t you inviting me over? Come on."
Don’t rub salt into the wound like this.
Hu Die’s demeanor was calm and composed, yet she exuded an awe-inspiring defiance, like a woman standing alone against a thousand men.
No wonder Young Master Fang was attracted to her.
There was indeed a reason.
The tough guys gritted their teeth in anger, but they dared not speak out. It wasn’t about cowardice; charging into gunfire wasn’t heroism; it was stupidity! 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
"What do we do?"
Someone whispered.
No doubt about it.
The plan had an unexpected twist.
But retreat?
Absolutely impossible.
Coming with so many people to deal with one woman, failing and going back empty-handed, the boss wouldn’t spare them. No excuse would work.
So there’s no way to retreat.
"Go. She has limited bullets!"
Gotta admit.
These tough guys were no fools, but hardcore brutes, this was what real black force was like.
Like a pack of wolves on the hunt, when one wolf got hurt, it paused the pack’s attack, but they intended to come back even stronger.
"Bang! Bang bang..."
Truly gutsy.
No sign of being stingy with bullets.
And astonishing accuracy.
Another real-life proof that validates the rule: the gun is faster beyond seven steps, but within seven steps, it’s fast and accurate. In the blink of an eye, blood mist bloomed in several places, with a few staggering away wounded.
The scent of blood began to permeate.
"She’s running out of bullets."
Looking around, there were as many as six comrades wounded. The huge cost didn’t make the rest waver; instead, it seemed to excite their ferocity. Their viciousness grew even stronger.
The price was worth it.
At least it wasted that bitch’s bullets!
As everyone knows.
The capacity of a handgun magazine is limited, usually only about six rounds.
"She’s carrying a 92, the magazine can hold at most 20 bullets."
The Hero who was hit first managed to speak with all his strength. The continuous blood loss made him pale as paper, but he still stood up loyally to timely remind his brothers.
rounds.
Which means her magazine still had more than half the bullets.
The few strong men who were hoping for a desperate fight felt a chill in their hearts, and their resolve instantly crumbled.
"We surrender."
"Want to die, or want to live."
Hu Die’s tone didn’t waver, the few words were even more chilling.
"Want to live."
The representative answered without hesitation.
Obviously.
If they can live, who the hell wants to die?
At this moment, in the eyes of the defeated crowd, Hu Die probably appeared like a demon from hell, with an indifferent expression.
"Can you sing?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
After a brief silence, someone shouted, "I can!"
"Sing ’Good Days’."
In an indescribable atmosphere,
an indescribable song began to play.
"The joyful drums beat out the happiness of the New Year’s day
The beautiful dance brings daily joy and excitement
The sunlight’s paint colors today’s days with red
The flower of life is our smile
Hi
Today is a good day..."
The solo gradually turned into a chorus.
The chilly underground garage on the second floor echoed with the cheerful and festive Red song.
"Today is a good day
Everything you wish for can come true
Today is a good day
Open the door and welcome the spring breeze..."
The few uninjured tough guys were singing while they hurriedly helped their wounded companions into the cars.
"Bang bang."
Car doors slammed shut in a panic, and two cars with collision marks quickly turned around, fleeing in a rush.
Hu Die stood amidst the bloody scene, seemingly still quietly listening to the echoes of the Red song, a smile appeared on her lips, as if her emotions had finally been relieved, showing a gentle smile.
