At this time, everyone who was resting in the rooms upstairs was called down.

Pan Bingkun’s house is really big, and it has three floors, which is plenty of room to accommodate all these people.

In the hall on this floor, besides the three big guys, there were a total of 17 younger brothers.

That A Zhao was already prepared and even had a gun on him.

Among the other ten people, only one man in his thirties with a scar on his face carried a gun, while the rest were carrying knives and steel pipes, looking like a gang fight.

Apart from seeing this kind of scene in Hong Kong police and gangster movies in her previous life, this was the first time Lian Xiaomin saw it with her own eyes.

At this time, she had already left the space, climbed over the courtyard wall, and rushed to the door of the mansion as fast as a civet cat, then slipped along the wall and entered the space again.

As soon as the figure disappeared, A Zhao led ten people out the door.

The two leading men with guns walked into the yard first and asked a younger brother behind them to go over there and drive a van over.

At this moment, Lian Xiaomin in the space released his mental power and sprinkled sleeping powder on their faces at the fastest speed.

About two or three seconds later, six people fell down one after another, including A Zhao and another scarred man with a gun.

Under their clothes, the pistols on their waists disappeared in an instant.

The other five people standing had no idea what was going on, so they quickly squatted down to check what happened to them.

Is this also angry?

He wasn't hit by any hidden weapon and had no injuries at all. Could he have suddenly fallen ill?

"Brother Zhao, wake up! Brother Zhao..."

Everyone started talking and shaking the person on the ground, but there was no response.

Lian Xiaomin took the opportunity to continue spreading the second wave of medicine powder. No matter what they thought, they would never figure out what was going on.

After a few seconds, the remaining five also fell to the ground, unconscious.

This first wave of people was all dealt with.

There were six thugs in the room. When they heard the noise, three of them walked out quickly with guns in their hands.

But when I arrived in the yard and looked around, there was not a single enemy?

However, a large number of their own people had fallen, and they couldn't even find a target to shoot at. Moreover, it was late at night and they subconsciously didn't dare to fire their guns.

In this moment of confusion, Lian Xiaomin used medicine powder to knock out the three men with guns.

At this time, the other three were completely overwhelmed by fear and no longer cared about anything else. They shouted loudly: "Who are you, you bastard? You hid there and thought we couldn't see you! We'll tear you into pieces when we find you..."

One of them turned around to inform his eldest brother. Lian Xiaomin took out a silent pistol, flashed out of the space, and fired two shots like a ghost.

The two men were shot in the chest, their eyes were about to burst, and they had already fallen to the ground, but they were still staring at her with their eyes wide open. Until their death, they could not figure out what kind of ghost this was!

Lian Xiaomin ignored them and immediately rushed to the door of the mansion.

The henchman who reported the news had already hidden himself with the three bosses. They knew that their enemies had come, and the first thing that came to their mind was that Lin Zhen and Benny had made a surprise attack and were going to kill them.

However, no matter where they hid, even though the house was big, it would not be a problem for Lian Xiaomin.

She used her mental power to check and saw that the "bald" Uncle Shan and the fat black man Chen Jinbao were hiding in the kitchen together. They were leaning against a wall in panic. They had opened the safety of their pistols and were ready to shoot at any time.

Chen Jinbao was also equipped with two guns, both held in his hands.

Pan Bingkun and his men had already rushed to the second floor and hid in the first room, which was a study.

They were now looking out the window, wondering how many killers there were.

The strange thing is that apart from seeing a large number of our own people falling down, we didn’t see any trace of the other side.

The more this happened, the more certain I became that a master was coming!

Pan Bingkun cursed while opening the safe in the study and took out two American grenades. He also dug out two submachine guns from the cabinet. He and his henchman each had one loaded with bullets and pointed them at the door without moving.

Lian Xiaomin made a decision in an instant to deal with Pan Bingkun first.

She walked lightly, ran up the stairs as fast as she could, and stopped at the door of the study like lightning.

Pan Bingkun signaled to the henchman to take the submachine gun and go out, but when he reached the door and was about to open it and rush out to shoot, Lian Xiaomin directly sprinkled powder on the two people in the room.

The distance was definitely within 20 meters, and she had the final say on life and death.

Pan Bingkun and his men finally understood how those people downstairs fell down silently, but after just a moment, they lost consciousness and fell asleep as well.

Lian Xiaomin pushed the door open, took out a silenced pistol, and "bang, bang", the problem was solved completely.

No one even knew how Pan Bingkun died, and he will never cause trouble again.

Lian Xiaomin looked around and saw that the grenades, two machine guns, a pistol, and bullets were all stored in the space.

Eh? The safe is open, and there are bundles of Hong Kong dollars inside, about twenty bundles, these two hundred thousand, keep them!

There are also two gold watches, take them!

Without staying any longer, he turned around and ran down to the first floor.

The two people hiding in the kitchen over there took the risk at this moment, stood up, and aimed their three guns at the figure that might appear in the living room at any time. No matter who it was, they would shoot immediately when they saw him.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

Three gunshots were heard, and Lian Xiaomin jumped behind the sofa and hid.

Taking advantage of the sofa's cover, he raised his hand and shot the fat black man, directly blowing him in the head.

Chen Jinbao died instantly.

The old man Shan Shu is finally about to collapse. The people who come and go without a trace are obviously not Lin Zhen and Benny. Who are they?

In an instant, he suddenly thought of a tornado!

Apart from him, who else could have such skills!

"Tornado! I know it's you. If you let me go, I'll tell you where Pan Bingkun hides the drugs and money!"

When Lian Xiaomin heard this, she was surprised! Is there such a good thing?

She will definitely destroy the drugs, but the money will be hers.

She used her mental power to observe the other person, and when he wasn't paying attention, she pounced on him like a cheetah and pinned him to the ground. The gun had already fallen to the ground.

With a thought, the three pistols on the kitchen floor, along with Chen Jinbao's body, were all put into the space.

Uncle Shan was stunned. How could he suddenly disappear?

Could it be that we encountered some monsters today?

He suddenly started shaking all over, with cold sweat pouring down his face.

"You are not a tornado! You, you are a human or a ghost!"

Looking at his horrified eyes, Lian Xiaomin snorted: "What did you just say? If you don't tell me, you will die!"

Shan Shu's mentality had collapsed. He was old and cunning. He was almost fifty years old and cherished his life very much. He finally said tremblingly: "I'll tell you! As long as you forgive me, I'll tell you everything... It's in Pan Bingkun's hidden house, very close to here, at No. 2 Ferry Street..."

After listening to him, Lian Xiaomin raised her gun and sent him to see God.