Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 1977 - 2040: Not What I Expected
Jim proudly said, "That’s right, I put a great deal of thought into this place. Money, it’s all about money."
"Hehe, we can collaborate more often in the future. We have money, and you have people." Song Qingshu suddenly felt a surge of boldness. His family wasn’t just wealthy; they were willing to spend on him. Being the only child, he was spoiled from a young age. Whatever he asked for, his family rarely refused, and that’s why Song Qingshu could spend lavishly abroad. If they didn’t give him money, he couldn’t spend it even if he wanted to.
Jim naturally nodded, saying, "Of course, as long as you pay, Jim can get anything done. Here, I’m the real person of order."
Implying that not even the police could do anything to him, Song Qingshu nodded in agreement, "Alright, you’ve done well with this matter. When they arrive, have your people give that man a good beating. How dare he humiliate me like that..."
"Two legs or two hands, it’s up to you. But if you want him to disappear from this world without a trace, it will cost extra." Jim held up his fingers and shook them. Ten thousand euros were enough to buy a life, but considering how easy it was to earn money from these foolish Huaxia people, Jim decided to increase the price. After all, they weren’t short of money, were they?
As expected, Song Qingshu rubbed his chin and said, "Let’s see how he acts. If he dares to defy me again, just kill him. We can negotiate the money separately. Damn it, I won’t swallow this anger!" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
Jim’s eyes lit up as he would never turn down money. Hearing Song Qingshu agreeing without even bargaining, Jim enthusiastically said, "Indeed, wealthy people from Huaxia. I had only heard about it before, but now I’ve truly witnessed it."
"Haha, Huaxia people are indeed rich," Song Qingshu replied with a smile.
"You’re someone who does big things, being so ruthless to your compatriots!" Jim said.
A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Song Qingshu’s eyes as he shook his head and corrected, "Jim, what you said isn’t correct. I’m very kind to my compatriots. I would even give a beggar a few extra bucks, and I’m especially good to the Eldest Young Master Hua and the others. But someone like that man, he doesn’t count as my compatriot. At best, he’s just a bastard."
The Eldest Young Master Hua and the others responded with laughter. It’s impossible to say they have deep feelings for each other, but they are friends who drink and dine together. They share the same interests and hobbies, and all come from rich families. Being "Rich Second Generations," their collective presence is destructive, and they are all quite arrogant, showing little regard for others.
"They’re here." A trace of heat appeared in Song Qingshu’s eyes. He couldn’t wait to take that unparalleled beauty. Just thinking about it made his body tremble slightly, and his hands clasped together in excitement.
"Song, go and humiliate that man who’s worse than a beggar. If he dares to make any slight move, my people will show him what it means to wish for death," Jim encouraged. He was the type to look down on Asians and black people, even though he had black subordinates, but they weren’t as highly regarded as the local whites.
A group of people stood openly, waiting to watch Song Qingshu put on a good show. The man they considered no better than a beggar was quite at ease in the car; he wasn’t being mistreated. Of course, those who might have wanted to mistreat him weren’t those people either.
Under the expectant, or rather, mocking gaze of Song Qingshu and the others, several cars drove in one after the other.
Song Qingshu was ready, waiting for that compatriot—or rather, the man who was no better than a beggar—to step out of the car in defeat, to greet his victorious gaze. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be pummeled with a bloody nose and swollen face; Song Qingshu felt he should throw the first punch.
Crunch... The car door opened, but no one jumped out. Song Qingshu just happened to see the scene inside the car. His face quickly shifted from smugness to astonishment. Two seconds later, he pointed at Li Yifei and shouted, "You... What did you do to them?"
Li Yifei grinned, withdrawing one hand from behind a holy lady. In the other hand, he held a black pistol with a long silencer attached. The moment the car opened, the dark muzzle was pointed directly at Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu had played with guns before. He even had a collection of guns in his London home. It was something he couldn’t access back home, but here, he could buy it with money, and use it without fear of police confiscation. He had shot many times before, but... being on the other end of the barrel was something new to him. From childhood, he had never faced a gun aimed at him. In their country, few people even had guns, and those who did wouldn’t dare point one at him.
This isn’t how I imagined it would be. Song Qingshu thought to himself, but unfortunately, being held at gunpoint by Li Yifei meant he instinctively didn’t dare make any sudden movements. From a young age, he’d seen on TV that one should remain still when facing a gun, so subconsciously, he refrained from moving.
But Jim, standing two steps behind him, saw the gun and immediately shouted, "Get down!"
At the same time, he also stepped forward and forcibly shoved Song Qingshu aside, instinctively reaching to draw the pistol from his waist to retaliate. Unfortunately, he was too slow; Li Yifei could fire five or six shots in that time, and could even choose where to hit. He didn’t aim for Jim’s head, instead crippling the hand that reached for the gun with a single shot.
"Bang!" The silenced gun erupted with a light sound, and Jim groaned, his knees buckling as he fell to the ground, the blood gushing from the arm that went for the gun.
Simultaneously, Song Qingshu was knocked to the ground, falling in a dazed panic. Upon hearing the gunshots, he instinctively crawled and rolled, trying to dodge. A bullet landed half a meter in front of him, scorching and flying off, making his body freeze instantly. In that moment, he sensed death drawing near, his movements halting abruptly.
With the adversary holding a gun and possessing excellent marksmanship, Song Qingshu immediately dared not move, not even daring to turn his head, screaming, "Don’t kill me, don’t kill me!"
Amid the chaos, Song Qingshu was panicking, as were his companions, who frantically sought cover, the few women shrieking, while Jim’s men quickly drew their guns, preparing to fight back.
However, anyone reaching for their weapons was soon shot in the limbs, letting out miserable howls. Li Yifei chuckled, calmly dropping the empty magazine and loading a new one, while speaking in English to the outsiders, "Those with weapons should best put them down or kneel over there; I might consider not troubling you."
Who could have expected that the Huaxia man, less than a beggar a moment ago, would suddenly transform into a sharpshooter, silent yet firing multiple accurate shots? Except for the one at Song Qingshu, all were spot-on, a precise devil indeed.
Encountering a tough opponent! Clutching his arm, Jim immediately realized it. He had another gun on him, but he didn’t dare make any move; although he hadn’t seen the devil-like man, he knew that if he dared to move, the next second that man’s bullets would undoubtedly hit him.
"Dear, let’s get out of the car," Li Yifei, having intimidated everyone, then turned to speak to the Saintess.
The Saintess smiled gently, nodding, extending her hand into Li Yifei’s, letting him help her out of the car. Just then, a dissatisfied gang member suddenly drew a gun from his chest, preparing to shoot.
He was halfway through the motion, the gun already drawn and aimed at Li Yifei and the Saintess, but his finger hadn’t managed to pull the trigger before Li Yifei’s bullet shot him; with a bang, the bullet pierced his palm and, as if bending, also struck his thigh, two wounds from one shot, causing him to cry out in pain.
Of course, Li Yifei didn’t possess the protagonist’s hand-shaking skill from TV dramas that could bend the bullet’s trajectory; it was just that his bullet not only hit the gun-wielding palm but also struck the gun, causing the bullet’s direction to change. Unluckily for him, during this stroke of bad luck, the bullet also struck his leg.
The previously silent repair shop suddenly echoed with anguished screams, yet none of this affected the smile on Li Yifei’s face as he led the Saintess out of the car, holding a gun in his other hand, like a devil.
The Saintess’ smile was only for Li Yifei; she wouldn’t extend any courtesy to others, her cold aura naturally dispersing. Of course, most people dared not look at the pair at this moment, fearing any unintended involvement.
Holding the gun, Li Yifei scanned the surroundings without saying a word, and the people opposite dared not speak either. Jim glanced up but immediately lowered his head upon seeing Li Yifei’s gun.
"The environment here is nice!" Li Yifei said in English, a language everyone present understood. Judging by his tone alone, Li Yifei sounded more like a tourist out for a stroll than a gun-wielding monster.
And with the utterance of these words, many people trembled. The location was indeed nice and remote, with even nearby people rarely approaching because they knew Jim was a gang boss with many underlings. Only those seeking car repairs or smuggling ventures showed up.
Even if gunshots echoed, others might not come to check, and the police wouldn’t bother either. If Li Yifei wished to kill, then... Jim dared not continue the thought, fearing it would drive him to despair. So, seconds later, when Li Yifei approached, Jim even pressed his face to the ground.
"Are you the boss here?" Li Yifei’s leather shoe pressed against Jim’s face, so close he could smell the fresh leather polish as he contemplated how to reply, only to hear the man impatiently say, "I’m asking you a question."
"I... I am!" Jim hardened his resolve to say.
"That’s good!" Li Yifei chuckled, nudging Jim’s face with his foot, adding, "Don’t lie down, kneel like the others when speaking to me."
