In 1990, I drove a taxi in Xiangjiang

Chapter 48
Shao Xiangbei went all the way to the side of the main building of the villa, and carefully peeked inside.

No one was seen in the living room on the first floor of the main building, and I didn't know if there was really no one or if they were out of sight.After listening for a while but not noticing any movement inside, Shao Xiangbei continued walking towards the back of the outer wall on the side of the main building.

His goals are clear.That's the downspout inside and outside the main building.

He had seen before that the downspout on the north side of the side wall was exactly in the blind spot of the main building window.

Even if someone is standing at the window, it is difficult to see the location of the downspout as long as you don't stick your head out of the window.

Climbing up from the downspout, the black-painted steel pipes are made of very solid materials, and there is no problem at all carrying the weight of Shao Xiangbei alone.

With a twelve-point physical strength bonus, Shao Xiangbei's movements were very light, and he reached the roof of the villa quietly with his hands and feet.

The top of the downpipe happened to be a balcony on the roof, Shao Xiangbei put his hand on the stone-paved railing and flipped it over with force.

The platform must have been unused for a long time, and a thick layer of dust had been laid on it, and unknown weeds had grown in two corners.

Shao went north to the balcony door, twisted the handle lightly with his hand, and the door opened.

The balcony leading to this floor is the attic. The air inside has become extremely poor after not being used for a long time, and there is a smell of dust for a long time.

Shao Xiangbei swept away some cobwebs with his hands, slowed down and walked down the stairs softly, listening to the sound every time he reached a corner.

The main building of Villa No. 88 has six floors, and Shao Xiang didn't hear anything until he went down to the second floor.

"Where is the thing?"

"It's been so many days with you here, our patience is limited."

"Clap" sound.

It was the sound of a slap.

"Pooh."

"Do you think I would stay in Xiangjiang if I had a Swiss bank account?"

It was a female voice who spoke, her voice was full of years of precipitation, and her tone was full of anger.

"Don't think I don't know. In addition to the money left in the villa, [-]% of the funds were secretly deposited into a Swiss account by you."

The young man's voice sounded again, with a very firm tone.

"This is what my father told my mother when he died."

"Don't think that if that little bastard ran away, there's nothing I can do about it."

"Your father betrayed his brother, how did I treat your family later?"

The voice of the female voice was angry and shrill.

Hiding at the corner of the stairs, Shao Xiangbei, who was clearly listening to the conversation between the two of them, did not act hastily.

Because there were two cars on the parking lot, there was only one voice coming from the second floor at this time, and it was not yet certain how many people were coming from the other side.

"You are such an old man, why do you need to suffer this?"

"Both your son and daughter-in-law are dead."

"Now there is only one little girl left, why don't you think about her?"

"If you don't have grandma, you will be an orphan."

"Hahaha!"

The young man's voice was smug.

"Is their death also related to you?"

"What do you think?"

"Who told them to be as stubborn as you?"

"How many people followed you back then?"

"But how many people really benefited?"

"brute!"

"I'm a beast!"

"I was born and lived in a shanty town in Kowloon."

"what about you?"

"I live in Mid-Levels, wear a Rolex, and drive a Mercedes!"

"I was born in the mud!"

"Why can your child be superior!"

"Shameless!"

"I didn't expect that the anti-bone boy would inherit it!"

"Snapped!"

"Eight lady!"

"Enough is enough!"

"Jim have your men pry her mouth open."

As soon as the young man's voice fell, there was the sound of a lighter.

"Mr. Zhou, I think my subordinates have been looking forward to it for a long time."

"Jonathan, go pry that old woman's mouth open."

Jim's voice fell, and there was a wretched smile in the room at the stairs on the second floor.

"Dear Jim, I haven't tried an old lady from the East yet!"

"Hahaha!"

Jonathan smiled smugly.

When Shao Xiangbei heard the stiff Xiangjiang dialect inside, he clenched his fists.

However, from this burst of laughter, Shao Xiangbei could tell that there were five different voices in it.

Two of them are from Xiangjiang, and three belong to Guilo.

In one go

How dare you do such a despicable thing to an old lady!
Shao Xiangbei was angry at this moment.

"Then Jim, let us enjoy it together!"

The young man's voice sounded again.

"I think she will definitely say it if she can't hold on anymore."

"Zhou, come and have a drink with me."

"I didn't expect there to be Burgundy red wine hidden here."

"Romanee Conti in 67."

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

"You let me go!"

"I fought with you!"

Just as the two goblets made a crisp clashing sound, a figure appeared at the door.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on Jonathan, wanting to appreciate his perverted performance.

Shao Xiangbei didn't stop at the door, his eyes saw the situation in the room clearly in an instant, and finally locked on the two people who were clinking glasses.

This is a living room on the second floor, but Shao Xiangbei visually judged that the distance between himself standing at the door and the two clinking glasses was only about three meters.

With a bend of his legs, Shao Xiangbei flew towards Jim who was leaning against him with a red wine glass in his hand.

"Snapped"

The red wine glass hit the dining table, and half of the glass and red wine splashed on Zhou Zhaorong who was almost sitting next to Jim.

By the time everyone reacted, it was already too late.

Shao Xiangbei had already thrown Jim to the ground, and his right fist quickly hit Jim's temple, which was pressed under him.

Two tubes of nosebleed spurted from Jim's nostrils.

Shao Xiangbei grabbed Zhou Zhaorong's calf with his backhand, his fingers hooked like hooks.

"what!"

With a scream, Zhou Zhaorong touched the lower left corner of the inside of the suit regardless of the red wine in his hand.

Shao Xiangbei pulled his backhand, and Zhou Zhaorong fell to the ground in response.

The pistol he just touched fell to the ground at the same time as the wine glass.

The glass is broken!

A silver revolver with a black handle slipped out of Zhou Zhaorong's hand and hit the table leg.

Shao Xiangbei pounced on Zhou Zhaorong again, and stretched his left hand towards Zhou Zhaorong's table leg.

Zhou Zhaorong, who was struggling to snatch the gun, was still a step too late. Shao Xiangbei grabbed the trigger of the revolver with his left hand, flipped the safety off with his thumb, and changed the target in an instant.

"boom!"

There was a gunshot in the lobby on the second floor!
Then there were two almost simultaneous shots of bullets fired.

"Fuck!"

As he cursed, Shao Xiangbei rolled under the round dining table, shouted loudly, half-bent his body, and pushed the round table up with his back like a turtle spine.

Shao Xiangbei's legs, waist and abdomen, and both hands moved backwards at the same time.

The dining table broke away from Shao Xiangbei's back and flew towards the gun-wielding ghost guy behind him on the right.

The Xiangjiang man in front of Shao Xiangbei's left was a bit wary because Zhou Zhaorong was at Shao Xiangbei's feet, and Zhou Zhaorong, who was rolling and crawling towards him, blocked his effective line of sight, so the gun in his hand was two beats behind.

"You don't seem to be very good at using a gun!"

When Shao Xiangbei pulled the trigger, the words in his mouth were shot out along with the bullet.

Shot in the eyebrow.

The lethality of revolvers at close range is beyond doubt.

"what!"

"Fuck!"

The round table was overturned by the remaining ghost, holding a gun in his hand and swearing.

Shao Xiangbei had already turned sideways, the magazine of the revolver turned, and the firing pin made a crisp firing sound.

The bullet shot out of the straight silver barrel and hit the ghost guy in the chest.

(End of this chapter)