The guy hit by Mountain Eagle's heavy punch was nearly two meters tall and weighed over 300 pounds...

At this moment, he looked as if he had been struck by a construction site hammer, his entire face twisted to the left side, his jaw visibly distorted and broken, then his whole body like a toy with its power cut off, fell straight forward to the side.

The moment he touched the ground, the big guy's limbs stiffened like they were electrified, beginning to twitch...

Tiffany, who had initially wanted to help, rushed over and glanced at the guy covering his throat and gasping for air. With a shocked expression, she said, "Was that necessary?"

Mountain Eagle glanced at his newly bought watch, then pulled a CZ75 pistol from his back waist, and as he walked toward the stairs, he said, "You mean just kill them directly?

They're still alive now, they won't die from a little delay."

While speaking, Mountain Eagle tilted his head to listen, then waved at Tiffany and said, "Hurry up, that kid is getting beaten up really bad..."

Tiffany pulled out a Glock 17 and quickly dashed in front of Mountain Eagle, running fast to the 3rd floor.

Exiting the stairwell, they heard piercing screams coming from a room on the left...

Seeing some people starting to open their doors and peeking out to check, Tiffany held her gun with one hand and gestured forcefully with the other for everyone to stay inside, then she quickly approached the doorway of Jerry's house.

Jerry's door was ajar, through the crack Tiffany saw a man in a floral shirt pressing a boy onto a couch and beating him,

A middle-aged man and woman, both unconscious, were lying on the floor, their bodies twitching uncontrollably, and moaning sounds with unclear meanings were coming from their mouths.

Jerry, who had dreadlocks, was pinned on the couch unable to move, as punches from Floral Shirt rained on his face like droplets...

"Why did you survive when everyone else died, did you betray them, did you say something to the police?"

While beating him, Floral Shirt kept asking, the bewildered Jerry curled up his body, crying in agony and shouting loudly, "I didn't, I didn't…"

Perhaps thinking Jerry wasn't lying, or maybe because he was getting tired, Floral Shirt stood up and signaled to someone next to him, taking over a revolver.

He pushed open the revolver's cylinder, removed 5 bullets, then spun the cylinder forcefully and snapped it back in place...

Looking at Jerry shrinking on the couch, Floral Shirt stuffed the revolver into Jerry's hand enacting a gesture to shoot under the chin…

"Your boss is dead, you're alive...

Two shots, if you pull the trigger twice and still live, then we'll believe you."

After speaking, Floral Shirt drew a silver M1911 from his waist, pointed it at Jerry's head, and said sternly, "It's the rule, you are one of us, but those who can't prove their loyalty must die!"

Under the threat of the gun, Jerry trembled all over, taking the revolver with hands streaming with tears...

After two attempts, still lacking the courage to point the gun at himself, Jerry spoke in a trembling voice choked with sobs, "I'm not a traitor, really, I'm not, please, I beg you..."

Floral Shirt casually said, "If you're not, then prove it, God will make a fair judgment."

Saying that, Floral Shirt scratched his crotch with an impatient look, "Hurry up, if you survive, I still need to take you to find that target and finish the mission you failed..."

Unable to bear the pressure, Jerry, tears streaming, held the gun with both hands and pointed the muzzle under his chin...

"Ah..."

"Bang"

"Bang Bang"

"Bang Bang"

Continuous gunshots sounded, leaving three gunmen in the room one hit in the head, two others shot in their bodies curled up in pain...

Floral Shirt instinctively raised his gun to retaliate when a bullet hit his gun-holding right hand...

"Bang"

The 10mm hollow-point bullet hit Floral Shirt's wrist, blossoming upon reaching the bone, creating a large wound on the wrist with little muscle protection.

A large amount of blood gushed out, forcing Floral Shirt to grip his right wrist with his left hand to prevent excessive blood loss...

At the sound of gunfire, Jerry's body continuous shook, thinking he was dead, but when he opened his eyes, he saw several of his 'loyal' companions fallen...

Tiffany burst into the room with her gun, snatched the revolver from Jerry's hands, then kicked away a few gunmen's weapons, swiftly checked the inside rooms and restroom for any danger, then she yelled towards Mountain Eagle at the back door, "It's clear..."

Mountain Eagle entered the room, glanced at the unaware middle-aged man and woman on the floor, slightly shook his head, grabbed Floral Shirt by his hair and made him sit next to Jerry.

Seeing Jerry exploding with extreme panic at his arrival and once again wetting his pants...

Mountain Eagle patted this kid's face with a smile, saying, "Do you remember what I told you last night?"

Jerry, terrified, curled up in a corner of the couch, hugged his knees and vigorously nodded; he opened his mouth wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a single word...

Seeing Jerry scared into speechlessness, Tiffany scowled, dragged a towel from the filthy restroom soaked with cold water, and threw it onto Jerry's face...

Then she glanced at the two gunmen starting to bleed heavily on the floor and the horrified Floral Shirt, then said to Mountain Eagle, "BOSS..."

Mountain Eagle pulled a chair from the side and placed it in front of Floral Shirt, then picked up the revolver from the ground and sat on the chair...

He opened the bullet chamber and saw that there was only one bullet inside, spun the chamber just like Floral Shirt had done, and then snapped it shut quickly...

Floral Shirt, a round-faced Mexican with a buzz cut and tattoos covering his body, had intricate tattoo patterns extending up to his neck, resembling a neck cuff supporting his chin.

Faced with the sudden appearance of Mountain Eagle and Tiffany, although Floral Shirt had no strength to resist, his attitude remained defiant...

As Mountain Eagle played with the revolver, Floral Shirt, clutching his wound, snarled fiercely, "You have no idea what you're doing?"

Pointing to his own face, Mountain Eagle said with a chuckle, "That's something I should be saying to you. Look at this face, you guys wanted to kill me, and now you're telling me I don't know what I'm doing?"

Floral Shirt paused for a moment, his eyes suddenly widened, and he said in disbelief, "You're that Mountain Eagle?"

Then Floral Shirt, with a cruel gaze, glanced at Jerry and said, "You're dead. Your whole family is dead; the boss will skin you...

This is the fate of traitors!"

Mountain Eagle watched as Jerry started to sob, and he used the barrel of the revolver to turn Floral Shirt's face towards him, saying, "Why don't you take me to meet your boss?

I'll talk to him; maybe we can clear up our misunderstanding..."

Floral Shirt seemed not too afraid of death, grinning at Mountain Eagle, he said, "You will die, the people around you will die, our people will keep coming after you...

If you dare, kill me now, otherwise, I'll personally lead a team to find you!"

Mountain Eagle had never met this kind of person before, being controlled, yet still making continuous threats to the one in control of his life.

Rosa said that the FBI has identified the Replacer as an assassin organization with terrorist traits— it's really not without reason.

No normal person talks like this!

Tiffany, still retaining some of her police mindset, frowned and punched Floral Shirt in the nose, sending him reeling backwards...

Seeing his broken nose and yet daring to look at her with a sneering expression, Tiffany said to Mountain Eagle, "Boss, we should take him back and hand him over to the FBI for interrogation..."

Mountain Eagle saw the mockery in Floral Shirt's eyes, he placed the revolver on Floral Shirt's kneecap and decisively pulled the trigger...

"Click"

The empty sound of the revolver made Floral Shirt jump, then with his mouth full of blood, he snarled, "Come on..."

"Click"

Mountain Eagle pulled the trigger again, Floral Shirt's body shuddered, then he started to gasp heavily...

"Click"

The third empty sound made Floral Shirt immensely tense, his eyes, now showing a trace of fear, fixated on Mountain Eagle...

"Bang"

When Mountain Eagle pulled the trigger the fourth time, Floral Shirt's luck ran out...

"Ah..."

A .45 caliber bullet pierced through Floral Shirt's kneecap, eliciting an extremely pained scream from him...

He toppled sideways onto the couch, curling up his knee, not daring to let go of his blood-spurting right hand, using only his head resting on the arm of the couch to scream in agony.

The bullet missed the major blood vessels, so there wasn't much blood loss.

Mountain Eagle found another revolver bullet from the side, loaded it into the chamber, spun it tightly, closed the chamber, and then put the gun against Floral Shirt's other leg...

"You're not afraid of dying, but you must be afraid of pain, right?"

"Click"

As Mountain Eagle spoke, he pulled the trigger, and with the hammer's empty sound, Floral Shirt's body shook again, then a large wet patch appeared on his trousers...

"Where is your boss?"

"Click"

Another empty sound shattered Floral Shirt's last resistance, and he cried out in agony, "I don't know, we always communicate by phone..."

Mountain Eagle listened and said sternly, "I don't believe you..."

Floral Shirt cried out in pain, "It's true, the phone is in my pocket, we only contact through phone calls every time."

Mountain Eagle sighed after hearing this, and pulled the trigger again...

After another empty sound, he looked at the trembling Floral Shirt and said, "It seems you don't want to cooperate, I hope the prison can provide you with a decent wheelchair..."

Just as Mountain Eagle was about to pull the trigger a fourth time, Floral Shirt suddenly yelled, "Don't shoot, no more...

I can call him, I'll call him, he'll meet me!"

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