Shooting Huang Dayong

Seeing that the door was open, Lu Chen went straight in. The bed was still there. After lying on it for a while, Lu Chen suddenly sat up.

"Rat One, where is Huang Dayong? Take me to him, but don't let us be discovered."

Touching the pistol at his waist, Lu Chen stood up and released Rat One. He decided to eliminate Huang Dayong here and now.

It was already getting dark. Lu Chen took out his pistol and checked that it was loaded. The rat climbed onto his shoulder and pointed him in the right direction.

He concealed the gun, ensuring he could draw it and shoot Huang Dayong the moment he saw him.

"Squeak squeak".

"Found it?"

Two small black figures climbed onto Lu Chen's shoulders. Lu Chen knew without even looking that it was Rat Two who had returned.

"Squeak squeak".

The rats squeaked several times, and Lu Chen frowned.

"This is a bit tricky."

As Rat Two and Rat Three just said, there are guards outside the grain warehouse; they should be Nationalist soldiers.

Without a doubt, the few men Huang Dayong sent to guard the warehouse were definitely traitors.

"Take care of Huang Dayong first."

Lu Chen walked out the door. He decided to put this matter aside for now and deal with the immediate crisis first.

Following Rat One's guidance, Lu Chen arrived at the back of a room, licked his fingers, and then poked open the paper window. The sounds inside were quite loud.

Lu Chen could clearly hear the voices of the woman and Huang Dayong, and there were two women in total.

"This Huang Dayong really knows how to play games. Can we handle him?"

Hearing the sound inevitably made Lu Chen's mind wander, so he shook his head twice to calm himself down.

"Now is not the time."

Huang Dayong was still making love on the bed, and the creaking sounds made Lu Chen feel uncomfortable.

Lu Chen knew that the risk of taking action now was too great, so he decided to wait.

After all, Huang Dayong's obese body didn't look very healthy, and he didn't believe that Huang Dayong could last all night.

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"Ah, it's been so long since I've played this game. It feels so good."

Huang Dayong lay on the bed, lit a cigarette, and the last trace of pleasure still lingered on his face.

He's a stingy guy. He's made a lot of money, but he's unwilling to spend money on indulging himself even once. He also has high standards and insists on finding a cultured wife. With his looks, who would want him? In this day and age, cultured families are naturally not bad either.

"Hehe, go wash up quickly, we'll continue later."

Huang Dayong patted the two women in front of him with his salted pork knuckles. The women rolled their eyes at him and took their underwear to wash.

Huang Dayong lay on the bed, comfortably closing his eyes.

"That fat pig, how long has it been? This long?"

Lu Chen looked through the hole and saw the scene inside the house. Seeing that Huang Dayong was finally the only one left, he gritted his teeth and stood up.

I've been squatting here for almost half an hour, and my calves are completely numb.

Lu Chen took out his pistol, inserted the muzzle into the hole in the window, aimed at Huang Dayong, and fired without hesitation.

boom! !

Gunshots echoed through the room, and Huang Dayong's body crashed to the ground. He saw a figure flash past the window, and through the hole, he could vaguely make out that the person's face was somewhat familiar. The next second, everything went black and he passed out.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Back in his room, Lu Chen was panting heavily. Afraid of being discovered, he had run straight back to his room after firing the shot, without even checking whether Huang Dayong was truly dead.

"He should be dead. After all, I'm a pretty good shot, and I even aimed carefully."

He put the gun back on his waist, lay on the bed to calm himself down, and waited for Huang Dayong's body to be discovered.

"It should be soon."

"what!"

"what!"

As expected, just a few minutes later, two women screamed from the direction of Huang Dayong's house.

Lu Chen waited for a while before slowly getting up and walking out of the room.

Watching a spectacle is human nature, no matter the time.

The shouts were piercing, and many people stuck their heads out of the windows to see what was happening. Some people even came outside wearing only two pieces of underwear, without even bothering to put on clothes.

"Brother Chen, what's wrong? What happened?"

Liu Jie pulled up his pants, his cheeks flushed, and there were still red lipstick marks on his face.

Someone's dead!

Another scream came from Huang Dayong's room, and the two women, half-naked, ran out of the room in a panic.

"Shall we go take a look?"

Lu Chen frowned, feigning confusion, and looked at Liu Jie.

Liu Jie finally finished putting on his pants, wiped the red lipstick stain from his face, nodded, and said, "Let's go check it out. Did he die from exhaustion?"

As Liu Jie spoke, a malicious smile appeared on his face. Lu Chen was speechless. If he didn't know that Huang Dayong was killed by him, this sentence would have been somewhat interesting.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Chen and Liu Jie walked to the doorway. Lu Chen looked at the two women and asked them a question he already knew the answer to.

"We just took a shower, and when we came back we saw him covered in blood, lying motionless on the bed."

The woman replied to Lu Chen that they had never seen a dead person so close before, and their bodies were trembling slightly with fear.

Lu Chen returned to Liu Jie's side, deliberately sticking his head out to look into the room, then suddenly turned his head, his tone surprised.

"Xiao Jie, it looks like Director Huang."

"Director Huang? Who cares? It wasn't us who did it anyway. Who told him to be a traitor? Maybe he'll get his comeuppance."

Upon hearing that the person inside was Huang Dayong, Liu Jie didn't take it seriously, and even his tone carried a hint of schadenfreude.

Lu Chen had long expected Liu Jie to give a similar answer, given his personality. After all, he usually looked down on traitors like Huang Dayong behind his back.

After glancing at Huang Dayong lying in a pool of blood in the room, Lu Chen still felt that it was necessary to put on a show, otherwise it would be too suspicious.

"Let's take Director Huang to the hospital. He's our superior, after all, and he came here with us. If something happens to him, we'll be in trouble too."

"That's true."

Liu Jie thought about it and realized that it made sense. Huang Dayong was close to the Japanese, and if he died here, he would be in trouble too.

Lu Chen and Liu Jie walked into the house, ignoring the strange looks from the others.

Liu Jie lifted Huang Dayong's feet and legs, while Lu Chen was responsible for lifting Huang Dayong's upper body.

He even touched Huang Dayong's neck to check for a pulse. He never expected that his shot would hit Huang Dayong's neck.

I aimed for Huang Dayong's head, but perhaps because my vision was obstructed at night, I didn't hit him very accurately and ended up hitting his neck instead.

"It's alright, the time spent at the hospital should be enough."

Lu Chen was secretly amazed by Huang Dayong's strong vitality, and prayed that he would die quickly from excessive blood loss.

The two of them worked together to lift Huang Dayong into the car. Liu Jie started the car and drove to the nearest hospital, while Lu Chen chatted with Liu Jie about everyday things without a care in the world.

In the back row, unnoticed by anyone, Huang Dayong lay there, blood flowing continuously from his throat, his fingers trembling slightly.