Chapter 87 Identity Nearly Exposed? Huo Yuan Shot the Black Market Boss in the Head
The massive echo of the iron gate slamming down made eardrums ache inside the air raid shelter.
The exit was sealed, and over thirty dark gun barrels were pointed directly at Lin Xingwan and Huo Yuan.
The atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing.
The refugees and scalpers who had been setting up stalls were so scared that they clutched their junk and scrambled into the corners, terrified of being splattered with blood if a fight broke out.
The one-eyed boss stood in the center of the encirclement, fiddling with the short-barreled shotgun in his hand.
His single eye stared greedily at the heavy-looking tactical backpack on Lin Xingwan's back.
In his eyes, these two were just walking fat sheep.
Being able to produce dozens of unopened bottles of purified water, they might be hiding some earth-shattering treasures on them.
"Passage money?"
Lin Xingwan's face, hidden under a wide hood, was in shadow, and only a cold sneer came through the voice changer.
"I've always only taken in, never given out when I do business. You want passage money? Then pay with your life."
The tone was arrogant, completely disregarding the thirty-some guns.
The one-eyed boss was stunned for a moment, then burst into a harsh, wild laugh.
"Hahaha! Got guts! I've been in the black market for three months, and I've never seen anyone so cocky!"
He laughed until the fat on his face trembled, and he poked Huo Yuan's shoulder with the shotgun.
"Buddy, what kind of King Yama are you pretending to be with that crappy mask? Just the two of you, and you want to fight my thirty-plus guns?"
He curled his lip in disdain.
"I'll count to three. Put the backpack down obediently, and leave this woman for my brothers to have some fun, and I'll spare your life."
The surrounding thugs let out a burst of lewd laughter, and some even began to pull their bolts.
Lin Xingwan didn't even raise her eyelids.
She stood there quietly, as if watching a dead man perform.
"One!"
The one-eyed boss shouted. Seeing no reaction from the two, he snorted and took a big step forward.
He reached out a calloused hand, grinning as he grabbed for Lin Xingwan's hood.
"I want to see just what kind of pretty girl is hiding under this black robe!"
That dirty hand was less than ten centimeters from Lin Xingwan's face.
At this critical moment, Huo Yuan moved.
No one saw how he drew his gun.
They didn't even catch a residual shadow.
Only a muffled, extremely loud "bang" was heard.
The large-caliber black Desert Eagle, which Huo Yuan had hidden on the outside of his thigh, was already pressed against the one-eyed boss's forehead before anyone knew it!
Fire spat out.
The large-caliber armor-piercing round, carrying terrifying kinetic energy that tore through everything, drilled directly into the one-eyed boss's glabella!
Time seemed to freeze for that second.
"Splat!"
The one-eyed boss's arrogant head exploded from the middle like a ripe watermelon!
Half of his skull was blown off.
Red and white brain matter mixed with bone fragments sprayed out in a fan shape, coating the faces of the lackeys behind him.
That dirty hand, which hadn't yet touched Lin Xingwan's hood, dropped powerlessly.
The one-eyed boss didn't even have time to scream before his headless corpse fell straight backward, slamming heavily onto the ground.
Blood instantly stained the damp floor of the air raid shelter red.
Dead silence.
A deathly silence.
The thirty-some thugs who had been hooting wildly a moment ago were now all silent, as if someone had grabbed them by the throat.
It was too fast.
It was too ruthless.
Was this even a drawing speed a human could have?!
Huo Yuan stood in place, his tall figure straight.
He hadn't even changed his posture much, and the muzzle of the Desert Eagle in his hand was still emitting faint blue smoke.
His eyes, hidden behind the Asura mask, were as cold as a polar glacier, slowly sweeping over everyone present.
The killing intent belonging to a top mercenary leader was released without reservation at this moment.
The pressure was suffocating.
"Still want passage money?"
Huo Yuan's voice was extremely low, like fingernails scraping across glass, carrying a heavy aura of death.
The lackeys looked at the headless corpse on the ground, then at the god-of-death-like gun in Huo Yuan's hand.
"Clang!"
It was unknown who was the first to be scared into throwing their crude gun on the ground.
Immediately after, the sound of weapons hitting the ground echoed all around.
"No... we don't dare! Spare us, grandpa!"
The thirty-plus thugs, who had been fierce and vicious just a moment ago, knelt on the ground in unison, kowtowing frantically.
Some were even so scared they wet their pants on the spot, and a pungent odor permeated the air.
In the face of absolute force, this mob didn't even have the courage to fire their guns.
Lin Xingwan gave a light scoff.
She raised her hand, her mind slightly moving.
The two rusty iron fence gates, weighing several tons and sealing the exit, actually rose slowly with a "creak" without anyone operating them!
The passage to the outside world was reopened.
"Let's go."
Lin Xingwan's tone was flat, as if she had just crushed an insignificant bug.
Huo Yuan put away his gun, like a dutiful guard, following behind her.
Under the horrified gaze of the thirty-plus thugs, the two walked out of this dark underground black market as if walking through an empty lot.
No one dared to stop them, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Blinding sunlight mixed with scorching heat rushed towards them again.
Just after stepping out of the shadow of the air raid shelter, Lin Xingwan took off her stifling hood.
"Phew, this place is really not fit for humans."
She took a deep breath; even though the air outside was sultry, it was better than the smell of dead people inside.
Huo Yuan also took off his mask and casually shook off the sweat on it.
He turned to look at Lin Xingwan, a rogue smile hooking the corner of his lips.
"Why did you stop me from killing them all just now? Isn't cutting weeds and eliminating roots your style?"
Huo Yuan had actually been ready to slaughter all thirty-plus living people inside.
"Killing them is a waste of bullets."
Lin Xingwan patted the dust on her backpack nonchalantly.
"The black market can't collapse. If we keep them, we can come here to fleece them again if we lack rare blueprints in the future."
This was Lin Xingwan.
Making the best use of everything, calculating down to the bones.
Huo Yuan chuckled.
"Fine, I'll listen to you. Let's head back to the base; Zhao An will probably go crazy with excitement when he sees these blueprints."
The two walked side by side towards the ruins where the armored vehicle was parked.
Just as they passed a huge pile of garbage not far from the air raid shelter exit.
A very faint sound, like a dog eating food, came over.
"Slurp... slurp..."
Lin Xingwan's footsteps paused slightly.
She swept her peripheral vision.
Beside the garbage pile, a man with white hair, thin to the point of being skin and bones, was kneeling on the ground.
His hands were frantically digging in a foul-smelling swill bucket.
The bucket was filled with leftover, even moldy and maggot-infested scraps that the people in the black market hadn't finished eating.
The man picked up a piece of rotten meat, not knowing what it was, and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it without even chewing.
His legs seemed to be broken, and he could only crawl on the ground with his hands.
Lin Xingwan looked at the familiar yet strange stooped back.
Her eyes under the hood narrowed sharply.
"What's wrong?" Huo Yuan noticed her pause, his hand resting on the hilt of his knife.
Lin Xingwan didn't speak, just coldly staring at the man who was eating the swill.
The man seemed to notice the gaze, and his movements stiffened.
He turned his head, and on that face full of grime and chilblains, only those eyes full of greed made people feel incredibly familiar.
Their eyes met.
The man's pupils instantly dilated, and the rotten meat in his mouth dropped back into the swill bucket with a "plop".
"Wan... Wanwan?!"
His voice was hoarse, as if it had been ground on sandpaper, carrying extreme disbelief and ecstasy.
Lin Xingwan curled the corner of her lips into a cold smile without any warmth.
"Chairman Lin Jianguo."
She softly spat out these words, "Your life is really tough, to actually still be alive."