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"Damn!" There are no more bullets! "

Du Chunfeng could not help but scold the little hoodlum who was so unpresentable that he only had one bullet on his handgun.

Steppe narrowly escaped death and could not help but laugh out loud. He immediately raised his spear and aimed it at Du Chunfeng's head.

The distance between the two was too short. Even if this guy was a superhuman, he wouldn't be able to dodge this shot.

Steppe thought, and his smile became even more sinister!

The truth was indeed like that. Previously, when Du Chunfeng was able to dodge the two shots, at least he was still a distance away from the muzzle of the gun.

However, his head was now on someone else's head. He really couldn't avoid it!

At this time, Du Chunfeng could only get up quickly and try his best to ensure that he did not hurt any important parts of his body.

After all, getting shot in the stomach and getting shot in the head had a completely different outcome.

"Crack crack!"

Steppe was still inside the house when he pulled the trigger, and the result was that there was also a burst of crackling sounds.

This time, it was Du Chunfeng who laughed out loud.

The expression on Steppe's face looked like he had swallowed dung. He was stunned and surprised. Perhaps the gun had been stuck in the torrential rain for too long!

Du Chunfeng stood up, took off his other boot, and threw it at Steppe's face.

What followed was a flurry of kicks.

Just a moment ago, Du Chunfeng thought that he was done for. Maybe a generation of King of Mercenaries had fallen from here, and even died in the hands of a rascal. This was simply too shameful, even if Du Chunfeng died, he wouldn't rest in peace and would not have the face to reincarnate into the Underworld.

But he never expected that the heavens would make such a big joke.

In the past when he was fighting on the battlefield, the thing that Du Chunfeng didn't believe in the most was luck, because if he wanted to rely on luck to protect his own life, that would undoubtedly be a suicidal action.

He hadn't thought that luck would sometimes befall him.

"Boss, I just heard the sound of a gunshot. Did a gunfight happen?" Are you okay? "

A little brother rushed over and asked.

Du Chunfeng waved his hands, "Have you settled all those people yet?"

"It's settled, those lackeys were still paid to work in the end. After seeing that Steppe was captured, they all gave up on resisting."

"Alright, bring this guy in and interrogate him."

Du Chunfeng glanced at Steppe who was rolling on the ground and took the lead to walk over.

Du Chunfeng patted his chest and heaved a sigh of relief.

Thinking back to the previous scene, Du Chunfeng still had a lingering fear in his heart.

Du Chunfeng wasn't afraid of death, but he cared who he died to.

If he was surrounded by the world's top assassins, he would die under the bombardment of bullets.

Then Du Chunfeng would feel that death was the glory of his life. This was the true way of dying for his King of Mercenaries.

And if he died due to carelessness at the hands of the Steppe, it would truly be a fate worse than death.

Moreover, ever since he had returned to his homeland, his entire life seemed to have slowly gone awry.

Just the events that had occurred in this period of time were even more exciting than those that had occurred in the battlefield.

He had initially jumped down from the plane with a bomb in his arms, escaping from death, and then was drawn into the dispute with the Leng Family.

Inside a small house inside the Lunar Gale Bath, the lights were dim and Steppe was tied up to his knees.

After knowing that the Steppe had been apprehended, Fang Yishan could finally relax and go to the hospital for surgery.

After all, he was already over sixty years old, and his body could not handle the torment.

"Then, you should know what I'm going to ask you. If you don't want to suffer any physical pain, just say it out."

Du Chunfeng sat on a chair in the center and coldly spoke.

"Hmph, if not for your good luck, you would have already become a ghost under my gun!"

Steppe glared at Du Chunfeng and said disdainfully. He still bore a grudge towards what had just happened.

He could have run away, or even killed this legendary existence in the world of mercenaries or assassins. Perhaps with this, his Steppe could become famous in the world.

Unfortunately, in the end, humans were still not as good as gods.

Hearing Steppe's strange words, the people in the room all turned their gaze towards Du Chunfeng.

However, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart: Steppe must be joking, that guy is so strong that it's hard to describe. He almost became a spirit under your spear?

Du Chunfeng laughed twice with a face full of pride, as if he was afraid that he would lose his life in the Steppe.

This kind of vulgar expression that looked like a lewd one from the market had never appeared on Du Chunfeng's face before.

"Luck is the key to everything. It can only be said that even the King of Hell doesn't like me. However, when it comes to luck, you should be the lucky one. After all, I shot you first. "

"You!"

Originally, he wanted to gain the upper hand with this matter, but now that Du Chunfeng had said those words, the Steppe was choked with sobs.

"That Chen Baoleng is really trash. He took the initiative to betray me in order to obtain benefits from you two? Or were you the ones who caught him? Hmph, this kind of person would actually be foolish enough to work with me for the sake of Leng Family's wealth. I really wonder if his brain is filled with poop. "

"Since he was caught, Steppe was unbridled when he spoke, but he hated that Chen Baoleng had actually revealed his hiding place. He was originally planning to leave this morning on the plane, but it just had to be …" Cut the crap, I don't have much patience. "

Hearing the name Chen Baoleng again, he always felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Heh, then I advise you not to waste your efforts. I definitely won't say."

Steppe simply closed his eyes and threw his fat face to the side.

He looked like he wouldn't say anything even if he was beaten to death.

"Oh? I didn't expect you to be so loyal. "I quite admire loyal people, but since the two of us are in conflict with one another, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Du Chunfeng said sinisterly.

He had been a mercenary for many years and had captured many prisoners.

If the prisoner was timid, then everything would be easy.

However, if the prisoner was stubborn, he would have to find a way to pry his mouth open.

"Gulp!"

Du Chunfeng heard a sound that sounded like it came from the Steppe, that was like someone swallowing saliva.

Du Chunfeng laughed complacently, it was obvious that his current loyal appearance was fake.

"Men, go find me a blade. I want to cut this brat's stomach open from the middle, then put two rats inside, then sew up the stomach. When the two rats can't stand the hunger, they will bite your internal organs. Then I'm tying you up, stabbing a few knives into your body, smearing the surface of the wound with honey. The rat would risk its life to run outside in order to eat the honey outside. Tsk tsk tsk, that feeling is truly worse than death. "

Du Chunfeng said sinisterly.

"Humph!" You think I'm a three-year-old kid? Just make up some random excuse to scare me? "

The Steppe encouraged himself.

She secretly squinted her eyes a little and saw Du Chunfei holding onto a blade blade in one hand and two mouse tails in the other, walking towards her.

The rat was still alive and squeaking non-stop.

"Stop! I say! I will tell you everything! "

Steppe suddenly opened his eyes and shouted.

Sweat seeped out of his forehead, flowing out like water.

"Very good."

Du Chunfeng casually threw the things to the side, sat down cross legged again, and sized Steppe up.

As expected, this feigned loyalty simply couldn't withstand a single blow.