The middle-aged man looked at Lumian in fear, not knowing where he had angered him.
He was not the one who was deceived, and the gang members who controlled this block were not him, and he was not a relative or friend of those people, so why did he rush up and beat people directly?
And he didn't give him a chance to defend himself at all, and he would beat him to death if he said a word!
After his eyes fell on the revolver, the middle-aged man looked sideways at several helpers hiding in the shadows, and found that they did not dare to step forward to stop him, and his heart slowly sank.
He didn't dare to threaten Lumian anymore, nor did he dare to resist anymore, and said tremblingly:
"I, I can't count, I didn't bring that much money."
"I'm really disappointed, I'm short of 10 Felkin." Lumian smiled and said words of regret, "Who taught you the magic of counting money? Who came up with the sick god?"
The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva and was silent and did not answer.
Lumian opened the pistol wheel calmly and showed the other party the several yellow Chengcheng bullets inside.
Then, he closed the wheel and put the muzzle of the gun against the middle-aged man's forehead.
"Three, two......" Every time Lumian said a number, he pressed his finger on the trigger back for a certain distance.
The middle-aged man's eyes were panicked and extremely frightened.
If it were someone else, he felt that the other party would not shoot him in the street, but the person in front of him had been beaten to death for no reason from the beginning, and it was difficult to say whether he would be crazier and shoot directly.
Just before Lumian could say the last number, the middle-aged man shouted in fear:
"It's a 'messenger'!"
"Messenger?" Lumian raised his eyebrows.
After being broken through the psychological defense line, the middle-aged man completely gave up the idea of taking a fluke and said in one breath:
"Messenger of the God of Disease!
"He found me, taught me some little magic, and told me things related to the sick god, and asked me to help him develop believers, and he received half of the money I received."
Are they believers who believe in true evil gods, or liars who make money in the name of gods, or both? Lumian took the revolver back from the middle-aged man's forehead, patted the other party's still intact cheek with it, and said with a smile:
"That's right, can't everyone communicate well?"
Bang!
A bullet flew out of the muzzle of the revolver and burrowed into a street tree that had been cut down not far away.
Lumian said "Oh":
"I'm sorry, it's a mess, didn't it scare you?"
The middle-aged man's heart was pounding, and a puddle of liquid slowly overflowed under him.
Lumian glanced at him and smiled again:
"What is the name of the messenger of the God of Disease, where does he live, and what does he look like? I've been short of money lately, so I want to visit him."
At the same time, Lumian muttered in his heart:
The prank just now didn't respond, it's really not a benevolent......
The middle-aged man shook his head in a panic:
"I, I don't know."
After seeing Lumian raise his revolver again, he quickly added:
"I only know that he is tall and thin, with very white skin, as if he has been seriously ill, his eyes are gray-blue, and his hair is black, not long, just like the secretaries of those rich bosses.
"He comes to me once a week, I don't know how to find him."
On the other side, Janna, who was gathered with Mrs. Morgana and the others, took the time to look in the direction of Lumian, not knowing what the "hunter" companion had discovered or what he was doing.
But she couldn't get out for the time being, so she went over to ask.
After "instigating" several people nearby who had been waiting for reparations for many years, everyone became more and more angry, and some people had spontaneously gone to find other victims or their families, and urged Jane to lead them to quickly block the factory owner named Edmund.
Under the outrage of the crowd, Jian Na no longer needed to do more "instigation", and someone would help her complete this matter.
When she was surrounded and rushed to the neighborhood where old Edmund lived, Jane suddenly had an understanding:
To abet a person, you must talk to him, but to abet a group of people, you don't have to talk to everyone, as long as you can grasp the situation, do a good job of instigating a few people at the beginning, and pay attention to maintaining the direction of the wind, those who are abetted will become helpers of the "instigator", abetting more people for her, snowballing bigger and bigger.
Lumian didn't immediately follow Jane to Old Edmund's house, he asked the middle-aged man a few more words, and after confirming that he couldn't squeeze out more information, he stood up and said to the women who had been deceived just now and were watching the fun:
"You also heard, this guy wants to cheat you out of your money, do you want to let him go like this?"
When he was close to the middle-aged man before, Lumian had quietly used the "Face of Nisser" to slightly change his appearance, so that people would not associate him with the wanted criminal Lumian. Lee is connected.
One of those women was actually a middle-aged man's helper, responsible for cooperating with him in preaching and defrauding money.
Some of the other women were very angry and wanted to send the scammer to the police station, while others cowered, thinking that the scammer must have accomplices and might retaliate later.
Lumian listened quietly to them expressing his opinions, his eyes casually swept over the nearby onlookers.
There, three men were planning to leave quietly.
They are accomplices of scammers and are responsible for resorting to violent means when necessary.
Lumian didn't hesitate either, he directly raised his revolver and fired three shots in a row.
The three accomplices of the liars fell to the ground wailing, all of them were shot in the bend of their legs or calves, and they were bleeding.
"Don't worry about them retaliating." Lumian smiled and said to several women.
The victims who were talking about their thoughts froze for a moment, as if they had turned into statues like the crowd of onlookers.
After a few seconds, they stammered:
"You decide ......"
Lumian nodded in satisfaction, pointing at the trembling liar and his wounded accomplices:
"Put them up nearby, uh, the steam church."
…………
At the junction of the Observatory Area and the Botanical Garden Area, 5 Serb Avenue.
A group of men and women with old clothes rushed to the beige three-story building.
The two guards at the door looked at the dozens of people with excited expressions, took out their legally held semi-automatic pistols, and shouted sharply:
"Stop!"
Seeing the pistol, Mrs. Morgana and others who rushed to the front unconsciously slowed down.
This is still very deterrent.
Seeing this, Jian Na ran directly to the front and shouted at the two guards:
"We are here to ask for compensation, and the court has already ruled!
"You two bitches raised it, if you have the courage, shoot at me!
"Do you have enough shit bullets, can you kill all of us? If you can't, we can bite you to death in one bite!"
She said as she walked towards the door menacingly.
The palms of the two guards were covered with sweat, their vision was blocked, and all they saw were human heads, and they didn't know how many debt collectors had come for a while.
They weren't sure how they would react if they shot directly at the crowd, they only felt that the two of them looked so thin and lonely compared to the black debt collectors, like a broken tree facing a flood.
Jian Na continued to move forward and used "instigation":
"If you are killed or crippled by us, will there be compensation?
"Look at us, our compensation has been delayed for several years, are you sure you can get your pension from that old miser? Their family may run away tomorrow!"
The two guards were stunned for a moment.
This is indeed a problem.
Moreover, they knew that the boss's family had sold most of their assets, was packing their bags, and would leave Trier in two days and hide in other provinces for a while, would he bring two injured and disabled bodyguards? Will you take the opportunity to lose compensation?
The facts are right in front of you!
While the guards were hesitating, Jian Na had already walked to the door, followed by a large group of debt collectors.
One of the guards instinctively followed the disposal process, raised his right hand, and fired a shot into the sky to deter the target, while the other tried to subdue the beautiful girl who seemed to have little combat effectiveness.
Jian Na shrank back, reached out and grabbed the guard's arm, and slammed him to the ground, causing the gun to slide out.
Mrs. Morgana, who was shocked by the gunshot just now, picked up the semi-automatic pistol, and although she didn't know how to use it, her courage grew and she ran to the door cursing.
The other guard hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up shooting at the crowd, and they rushed into the house.
Old Edmund and his family, who were about to be transferred, were suddenly surrounded in the living room by Jane Na, nearly a hundred debt collectors, layer upon layer and airtight.
Old Edmund took the revolver and shouted tremblingly:
"What are you going to do?"
"Come and ask for our money!" Jane took a pistol from Mrs. Morgana and aimed it at old Edmund and said, "If there is no reparation, we will all not be able to live, today it depends on who dies first!"
Old Edmund's hands shook, as if he had some kind of disease.
…………
Outside a steam church shaped like a small factory.
Lumian said to the woman who was setting up a gang of liars:
"Send them to the priest and let them talk about the magic of changing money and the sick god, if they don't talk about it, you will tell them for them."
The women nodded heavily, took long sticks, rye bread, and a gang of scammers into the church, blood dripping all the way.
Lumian put away his revolver and watched quietly at the door.
He thought happily:
"Ms. 'Magician' advice is really good, and venting once in a while is really good for physical and mental health.
"What do you believe in if you don't believe in evil gods, and you should be a liar!"
After two minutes, Lumian left slowly, and even slower than him were the police chasing him all the way.
…………
Lumian meets Jane and the joyful debt collectors outside the building at 5 Selbe Avenue.
"So fast?" He asked a little stunned.
Jian Na pursed her mouth:
"I didn't expect it to be so soon, I was prepared for someone to call the police and deal with the police, and as a result, we surrounded Edmund Sr. and his family, threatened him with a few words, and he gave in and started giving money according to the list.
"MD, the cash, gold and other valuable items in his house add up to our compensation, and there are even leftovers, not counting the assets he has not yet sold, he has dragged on for so long without compensation!"
Lumian laughed:
"Giving always makes people feel heartbroken, well, some things seem complicated, but as long as you really do it, you will find that it is easy, and some things, thinking simple, will be full of twists and turns, almost deadly."
He felt it.
Jianna knew that Lumian needed gold, and the compensation she received was all kinds of gold jewelry, and the price of pure gold was worth 3,000 Fairkin.
She said to Lumian:
"Hey, these are for you."
Lumian was silent for a moment and said:
"Wait for me to go to the Breeze Ballroom to get the money."
The banknotes and silver coins on his body added up to more than six hundred Felkin.
At night, Lumian found that he had nothing to do and became very idle for the time being.
He leisurely returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel, entered the basement bar, and saw Charlie holding a beer and bragging with a group of people.
Lumian smiled, opened his throat and shouted:
"I'll treat everyone to a drink!"
In the midst of the cheers of the twenty or thirty people, Lumian added:
"Charlie pays!"
Charlie's expression suddenly became dull.
Lumian smiled "hehe" and shouted again:
"If he does striptease, then I can help him pay!"
(End of this chapter)