Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 369 The gangster eats the gangster

Even so, Ai Liang did not give them a chance to fire.

They preemptively struck, disabling their ability to hold guns.

Even Jia Dong, who was unarmed, was shot down with a single shot.

At that moment, two gunshots rang out from outside the garage.

A moment later, Mus dragged in two doormen who were groaning in pain.

The moment Jia Dong saw Mu Si, his heart was filled with utter fear.

He had never met the Hermit, but he had seen him when Mus was wanted by the Cat's Eye Gang.

His bounty poster had been hanging on Nevada's underground black market for a very long time.

And who does Mus associate with?

"You! You, you are... Yin..."

In a state of extreme panic, Jia Dong's voice became intermittent and gradually became more agitated, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

People in other areas who heard about the Hermit's killings could only see a number.

For the underworld forces in Nevada, hearing of the Hermit's killings meant witnessing a living hell.

Compared to the hermit, even the mechanisms of the vertical saw seem soft-hearted.

In the early stages of cracking down on the underground forces, Ai Liang posed challenges to the forensic doctor in charge of handling corpses almost every day.

The most difficult time was when the forensic doctors spent nearly half a month just piecing the body back together.

After all, seven or eight people were dismembered and the room was filled with thousands of bones and organs, making it impossible to tell who was who.

Do you think Jia Dong wouldn't panic when he encountered such a madman?

Ignoring the terrified Jia Dong, Ai Liang raised her hand and used her telekinesis to press down on everyone's carotid sinus, knocking them unconscious.

Seven white mice should be enough for a while.

Unfortunately, apart from Jia Dong himself, none of these seven people had received any training and were unable to test their body's nerve reaction speed or its current level.

Ai Liang simply aimed and fired, and none of these people could react in time.

It seems we'll have to go back and find dozens of tennis ball machines to test it out slowly.

As for those insane rhythm games that are difficult for ordinary people, there's not much need to practice them.

Because you can react in time, but the machine may not be able to.

Ai Liang used telekinesis to move the weapon box and weapon bag out from under the table, put all the guns and ammunition inside, and then casually tossed them to Mu Si.

While Ai Liang was setting up his weapons, Mu Si took out his phone from the group and happily started transferring money.

Even before he met up with Ai Liang, he had already figured out all of Jia Dong's accounts online.

Now that the phone is in Musi's hands, it would be incredibly easy for him to steal Jia Dong's savings.

“What are we going to do with these people?”

Mus didn't forget his serious business just because of the small amount of money in Jia Dong's account. He wasn't about to let the money slip away now that he had it in his stomach.

If these things cause the hermit to feel dissatisfied, then it would be a loss that outweighs the gain.

Ai Liang glanced at the corpses lying on the ground and pointed to two of them: "Keep Jia Dong and these two. You take them back and keep an eye on them. I'm going to use the rest for experiments."

Ai Liang divided the seven people into two groups, and Jia Dong and his two confidants were assigned to Mu Si.

The rest stayed behind for mental experiments.

Mus was, after all, a man who had seen his share of big events.

He didn't even flinch when he heard that Ai Liang wanted to experiment on living people.

Although I don't know what experiment Ai Liang was talking about, compared to those unlucky guys in Nevada, how cruel could the experiment be?
At most, it's a situation where you can neither live nor die.

However, after living an ordinary life for the past few years, Mus's heart has softened considerably.

Thinking about the fate of these people, I felt a pang of sympathy.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
Mus pulled out a pistol, aimed it at the legs of Jia Dong and the other two, and fired six shots, shattering their kneecaps.

This way, even if the three of them woke up while they were imprisoned, they wouldn't have the legs to run away.

In the past, Mus would have crippled all four of these people's limbs.

'I was too merciful to only break their legs.'

He thought to himself with a touch of narcissism.

The pain stimulated blood circulation and oxygen supply, forcing Jia Dong and the others to wake up earlier than expected.

Before the three could even scream, Ai Liang knocked them unconscious again.

Ai Liang tossed the weapon case and the weapons shop into the car: "Remember to bandage them up, I want them alive."

Mu Si grinned as he tossed Jia Dong and the other two onto the truck: "Understood!"

It doesn't matter who the test subject is in a mental experiment.

Ai Liang handed Jia Dong and his trusted confidants over to Mu Si.

It was to satisfy his desire to confiscate property.

Threats can indeed make Muslims obey, but the whip alone cannot guarantee a person's loyalty.

Due to his past experiences, Mus felt very insecure.

For him, hoarding money is not just a hobby, but also a manifestation of insecurity.

Even though Mus's current assets are enough to buy dozens of private islands and estates overseas, he still refuses to stop his pursuit of wealth.

Moreover, Musk hoards anything useful except for firearms, much like some gamers who like to farm materials in their backpacks until they have 99+.

Mus turned the key to start the car, then leaned halfway out of the window and asked, "Do you need...?"

"Need not."

Ai Liang turned around and went back to the garage.

Although four test subjects are not many, at least the corpses can be reused to practice the ability to extract memories from brain cells, or to create mental puppets.

With a thud.

The garage side door is closed.

Seeing this, Muss shrank back and drove away.

………………

Ai Liang and Mu Si dealt with Jia Dong and his men.

On the other side of the city, a similar scene was unfolding quietly.

A villa area on the outskirts of Jiuhua City.

Lame Wolf and his men were entrenched in a villa.

As a notorious drug lord in Nevada, this villa was naturally registered under someone else's name.

If the lame wolf uses his own identity to buy the villa.

Wu Ke from the Qianhua City Narcotics Enforcement Team could wipe this place out in a heartbeat.

The villa where Crippled Wolf currently lives was purchased by him through Song Jie, under Song Jie's guise as Song Jie's subordinate.

Although Lame Wolf's business was shady, he wouldn't stoop to hiding in the deep mountains and forests.

Compared to people like Hu Yingshao and Wang Youcai, Crippled Wolf seems quite foolish.

But his childhood friend isn't stupid.

None of the middlemen who got their goods from Crippled Wolf had ever seen Crippled Wolf in person.

Even many of Crippled Wolf's men had never seen him.

Even if the anti-drug squad catches Crippled Wolf's subordinates or henchmen, they can't make those people witnesses to come forward and accuse him.

And this childhood friend's insightful views go far beyond that.

Back when he was still in Nevada, Crippled Wolf wanted to hire a drug dealer to switch careers and become a supplier instead of a middleman.

After all, eliminating one cut in the process allows them to earn more.

But his childhood friend vehemently rejected the idea.

Because being a supplier inevitably means dealing with regulated raw materials, and to deal with regulated raw materials, you have to deal with chemical plants.

It's easy for someone to find clues if you go back and forth between them, making it far less safe than being a middleman.

(End of this chapter)