PDLP Chapter 39 Flying Cards
Chapter 39 Flying Cards
Lu Yiming and Mia came out of the tavern and retrieved their respective sidearms.
Both of them were breathing heavily; the air quality in the tavern was terrible.
Mia, still pale, followed behind him, asking, "Are you out of your mind?"
As Lu Yiming inspected the magazine, he walked on, saying, "He's loading all soft rubber bullets. It'll just make a noise. At most, you'll get a bump; it won't kill you."
With his enhanced perception, he could no longer miss the butcher's subtle actions of inserting bullets.
What American roulette wheel, what test of courage, it's just a stepping stone.
The butcher didn't dare to actually shoot a policeman; he couldn't afford the consequences.
But if he confessed on the spot when two swine swaggered in to question him, his underlings would only think that their boss was a coward.
To put it bluntly, both sides are putting on an act.
"That's dangerous too! What if the pistol explodes?"
Mia was still a little anxious. Little did she know that Lu Yiming's hands were now the hands of a top magician.
Lu Yiming stopped, picked a half-open flower from the roadside flower bed, held it between his fingertips, and gently blew on it towards her.
The petals scattered and transformed into a white dove, which fluttered its wings and landed on his fingertips.
"Don't worry, Miss Mia." Lu Yiming smiled, his voice deep and alluring.
"For a magician, danger is just an illusion."
After saying that, he immediately turned around and slapped himself.
Damn! The side effects are back again! Put away your animalistic instincts!
Mia stared blankly at the white dove, her mind going blank for a moment.
...Why is this guy suddenly kind of handsome?
Wait a minute, when the hell did you become a magician?
Lu Yiming loosened his grip, the white dove flew away, and his smile vanished.
He climbed straight into the car.
"What are you daydreaming about? Drive! To that motel!"
Mia stared blankly at the guy in the car whose mood changed faster than flipping through a book.
This man... is he crazy?!
……
The vehicle drove into an even more dilapidated neighborhood, where crows perched on telephone poles, cawing loudly.
Colorful, tattered tents filled the streets, and several homeless people lay in the sewage, seemingly lifeless.
A high-dose guy was wiggling his lower body while hugging a trash can, while a prostitute covered in pustules was waving at passing vehicles.
If the slums are the territory of gangs, then this is a place that even gangs don't bother with.
It is a gathering place for drug addicts who can't afford drugs, wanted fugitives, gamblers with missing limbs, and prostitutes with illnesses.
This is a refugee camp in the United States.
The two got out of the car and walked at the hotel entrance.
Lu Yiming drew his pistol. He was a little disappointed; the "Phantom Trick" effect was still active. He couldn't switch to Harley Quinn's gun skills.
Thieves have few skills that allow them to handle direct confrontations.
The hotel was only two stories high, and you could hear the rhythmic creaking of the beds and moaning as soon as you got close.
At the front desk, a plump woman in pajamas was frantically biting into a donut with one hand and yelling angrily while holding her phone in the other:
"Vote! Family, vote for my brother! Defend the tower! Kill them!"
Lu Yiming tapped the counter and asked, "Are there three men living in room 210?"
The fat woman didn't even lift her eyelids: "Room 50, overnight 50 extra. Find a girl yourself, go upstairs and ask!"
"Ahhh, brother is so handsome! Kill the enemy!" The fat woman's flesh jiggled with excitement.
Lu Yiming's lips twitched. America has its own online Li Kui? Not "brother," but "kill, kill, kill."
He didn't bother with any more words, slammed his badge on the table, and with his other hand, he cocked the Glock with a "click."
The fat woman jumped in fright, dropping the donut onto her stomach, and stammered:
"Yes, yes! Three bastards, penniless bastards who stayed for a week, three guys and only one girl, they gave them a hard time, and they haven't even paid for the room yet."
"Officer, arrest him right now!"
Lu Yiming nodded, target confirmed. According to the butcher, these people were most likely armed.
Before he arrived, he had already asked Mia to inform her father to call for reinforcements.
"Let's go up and take a look first."
The two made their way to the second floor. The door was ajar, and the lights were off.
They ran away? Lu Yiming's heart sank, and he exchanged a glance with Mia.
He raised his gun and bowed as he entered, Mia following closely behind, her gun pointed to the other side.
The room was small, and a strong smell of sweat hit my nose.
Two messy single beds with filthy sheets, and empty wine cans, pizza boxes, and dirty clothes lying on the floor.
On the small table, playing cards and loose change were scattered.
no one.
Just then, the sound of flushing water came from the bathroom, and the doorknob turned.
A burly man with a dirty vest and a scruffy beard walked out, muttering as he pulled up his pants:
"Have you found the contact? Have you bought any food? I'm starving..."
He looked up and bumped right into two dark gun barrels.
The burly man's pupils contracted sharply, and he shrank back into the bathroom, pulling a short, thick-barreled shotgun from his lower back!
boom--
A deafening explosion rang out, scattering lead bullets and sending debris flying everywhere.
boom! boom! boom!
Mia immediately retaliated with her gun. Bullets struck the door frame and tiles, scattering sparks.
The burly man hid behind the bathroom door and used the wall as cover to load the gun with a "click".
Lu Yiming rolled into the room and kicked over a small table.
Playing cards were scattered all over the floor.
Using the table as cover, he raised his gun and fired several shots at the burly man.
Unfortunately, his marksmanship was so poor that all the bullets hit the door frame.
The other side has a shotgun; dragging it out would be too threatening.
His gaze swept over the scattered playing cards on the floor, and suddenly an idea struck him.
Just because I'm bad at shooting doesn't mean I'm bad at cards!
These days, he handles this thing more easily than he handles a gun.
"Mia! Cover me!"
Although Mia didn't understand why, she immediately started firing continuously from the corner of the wall. The bullets hit the door, suppressing the other party and preventing them from easily peeking out.
Just as the burly man leaned out halfway again to raise his gun...
Lu Yiming braced himself with one hand, used the momentum to roll to the side, and scooped up two playing cards with his left hand from the ground.
In the instant he flipped over and assumed a stance, he flicked his wrist!
call out--
Two playing cards shot through the air and accurately struck the burly man's right hand!
"Ah!! My hand!" the burly man screamed, and the shotgun clattered to the ground.
Lu Yiming didn't stop; as he threw the playing cards, he pounced on the attack!
The burly man clutched his bleeding wrist and collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.
Two playing cards were embedded in his wrist; one of them had cut through his tendon, making it impossible for him to hold the gun.
Lu Yiming kicked the shotgun into the corner, pressed one knee against the burly man's chest, and pressed the muzzle of the Glock against his forehead.
"Tell me! Where is 'The Battle of Angeli'?!"
"No, no, no, don't kill me! I'll talk!" The burly man was so scared that he peed his pants, which became soaked.
"I asked you where it's drawn!" Lu Yiming slapped him across the face and then pressed the gun against his forehead.
The burly man looked bewildered and terrified: "A painting? W-what painting? Brother, I really don't know what a painting is!"
Lu Yiming's eyes turned icy: "Still pretending?! Did you steal the Rockefeller family's gold bricks?!"
"We...we took the gold bricks! We took them!" the burly man quickly admitted.
"But...but we didn't take any paintings! The employer only let us steal a notebook! A black notebook!"
book?
Lu Yiming's heart skipped a beat.
Was it a notebook that the other party stole, not a painting?
Then, he recalled the "lost personal item" that Bellock had mentioned.
Order-based crime is a type of crime.
But what the person behind it all wanted wasn't a famous painting...
Or is it a notebook?