"Young man, do you have a death wish? How dare you laugh at us?" The hand holding the Type 54 pistol trembled slightly, angered by Li Jia's faint smile. Most people would have been terrified and wet themselves in front of the gun, but this kid not only wasn't afraid, he even had a mocking expression. Although Li Jia really just wanted to laugh, it was definitely not mockery, at most it was just a playful laugh.
"Heh, I don't mean to mock you, but I don't like having a gun pointed at me. This is the second time, don't let it happen a third time. I don't like seeing blood in such a clean environment, do you understand?" Li Jia looked at the robbers about five meters away from him, his expression calm, but his voice carried a chilling intent. In the past, these guys would have had their heads crushed by Li Jia when they got into the car. But back in B City, Li Jia wanted a peaceful life for certain reasons. The life he used to lead, surrounded by blood and death, was no longer what he wanted.
Although the robbers were startled by Li Jia's sudden tone, they looked at his somewhat thin frame. Although he was quite tall, about 1.8 meters, his slender figure didn't seem intimidating at all. The men exchanged glances and burst into laughter. They pointed their guns at Li Jia, then at the other three robbers, and said, "Kid, you have a good sense of humor. What do you think you'd do against the four of us in your current state?"
"You'll die a horrible death! Hahahaha!" The robber with the big black mole next to him shouted, laughing unrestrainedly.
"Stop laughing. We brothers always rob gold and silver jewelry. Since we still have time, let's try something different this time. Let's be real bandits and rob some cash and clothes to have some fun. What do you say?" After saying that, the bandit leader turned around and said to the other bandits in a sarcastic tone.
Li Jia, leaning against the car, couldn't help but smile as he watched the robbers gesticulating wildly in the distance. "It's been a long time since anyone has made me this happy. You should thank your comedic talent; it saved you." Li Jia took out a Zhongnanhai cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and looked at the men as if they were clowns.
The robber said, "What did you say? Damn it! Hand over the money and take off your clothes." The robbers were completely enraged by Li Jia's expression. Three black Type 54 pistols were simultaneously aimed at Li Jia, who was leisurely leaning against the car. The one without a gun walked into the highway entrance. It seemed that they were waiting for someone to pick them up.
“This is the third time. I’ve said it before, don’t point a gun at me.” Li Jia’s smile slowly faded. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a few one-yuan coins, then shrugged to indicate that these were all the coins she had on her.
Upon seeing Li Jia's condition, the robbers were enraged beyond measure, and their pistols fired at her almost simultaneously...
Gunfire erupted suddenly on the empty highway…
Jiang Ling's light motorcycle finally appeared at the entrance of the outer ring expressway half an hour later. After getting off the motorcycle, she found several people tied together with belts, and there were pistol parts scattered on the ground. Several robbers' arms were still bleeding.
After jumping out of the car and notifying the criminal police command center of the exact location, the police car quickly arrived at the scene. With the completion of the on-site evidence collection, the robbers had been sent to the hospital. Several colleagues from the criminal police brigade praised Jiang Ling. Obviously, in the eyes of outsiders, this matter had become Jiang Ling's achievement. However, Jiang Ling's mind was on the well-mannered young man who had been taken hostage, and she did not pay any attention to the reactions of the criminal police team.
Back at the police station, Jiang Ling instinctively thought of something and hurriedly ran to the evidence collection department to find Officer Li, who was in charge of on-site evidence collection, and asked, "I want to ask a question, Officer Li, shouldn't there be magazines among those pistol parts?"
"Yes, three magazines, each with seven bullets left. These guns have been identified as imported counterfeit goods, but their power is significantly greater than that of the domestically produced Type 54 pistol," Officer Li replied. He was in his forties, quite portly, with a chubby face and bright eyes.
"Okay, thank you, Officer Li!" Jiang Ling got the information she wanted, suppressed her doubts, and rode her motorcycle to the hospital. Soon she discovered something even more shocking.
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