splicing the world

Chapter 6 The Bell Ringer

On the dance floor of the nightclub, violent electronic drums continue to resound throughout the dance floor, as well as dazzling neon lights.

But there are sounds on the dance floor that are far more compelling than electronic drumbeats at this moment, and that is the sound of gunshots and glass breaking, and... people's wailing.

"Damn it, several of our brothers have died, and no one knows where they are! How many invaders are there?"

"there!"

A group of men in black were running around in the nightclub, but there was only one fate for anyone who saw the intruder's face clearly...that was to be killed by a bullet.

Lu Yicheng emptied the magazines of the two pistols in his hands in one encounter. Although the security guards in suits on the dance floor had fallen down, more security guards rushed in at the entrance on both sides of the dance floor and above.

At this moment, Lu Yicheng cleared the magazines of the two pistols in his hands neatly. The action of loading and loading was completed at the same time as clipping into the bin. In less than a second, Lu Yicheng raised the gun again and pulled the trigger to send away the first security guard in a suit who stepped onto the dance floor.

The security guard in the suit on the other side met the same fate before he could raise his gun in the future.

But even this couldn't stop more security guards in suits pouring in from all directions, and Lu Yicheng directly raised his gun and smashed all the spotlights used for lighting on the dance floor.

With the sound of the glass of the spotlight shattering and falling to the ground... the entire dance floor was completely plunged into darkness.

"Don't panic! He's only one person!"

The person who shouted this sentence in the dark was followed by the creepy sound of liquid gushing after something was cut.

"What about the emergency light source?"

Under the urging of the radio, the emergency lights on the dance floor were turned on in about half a minute, when the visibility of the entire dance floor rose to the point where people could be seen.

The security guard in the suit on the right side of the passage found that the target had disappeared on the dance floor. When he was about to join his colleagues on the left side of the passage to search for the target, he suddenly found that all the colleagues on the left side of the passage had fallen to the ground and disappeared. Live.

Just like that, they fell to the ground without a sound, only the blood overflowing from their necks and chests told that they had tried hard to resist before, but they only resisted for a while, just like a little chicken, they were simply killed by the target. Neatly ended his life.

The security guard in the suit suddenly understood one thing at this moment. The reason why he is still alive is because the target chose to take the left passage instead of the right.

If he chooses right...

"Hurry up and inform Mr. Weilun! We are not the opponent of the target! I am afraid that it is only possible if Mr. Weilun comes!"

"He's already heading downstairs!"

The news relieved the surviving security guards in suits on the dance floor.

Waylon Manstein.

He is different from those thugs who wander around Goseong in the Jinwen Club with the name of killer. He is a top 'HitMan who is really famous all over the world...registered with a formal killer organization. '

Some time ago, Jin Wenhui spent a lot of money to poach him to take charge of security work.

"After so many days of idleness here, I finally came to some work."

Wei Lun loaded his pistol and ordered his men to break into the VIP lobby of the nightclub on the first floor.

He was about to give a lesson to the local morons who called themselves killers, when suddenly a pistol came out of the darkness and brought it to the back of Waylon's head.

when?Wei Lun was shocked and his eyes widened. He couldn't believe that he couldn't feel the breath of the gunman behind him.

But idiot...I'll make you regret why you didn't just kill me!
Wei Lun has had the experience of being put to the head with a gun countless times in this line of work, but he survived each time because he firmly believes that his actions will always be faster than the opponent's pull the trigger!

Just when Wei Lun was about to turn around and grab the gun...

"Good evening, Waylon."

A voice that was sealed deep in his heart, almost equating the two words of terror and admiration, sounded behind him.

"Lu...Mr. Lu?" Wei Lun's first reaction when he heard this voice was to raise his hands and ask, "You...are you back to your old job?"

"No, it's just exercising after dinner." No waves could be heard in Lu Yicheng's voice.

Exercising after dinner... Wei Lun took a look at the corpses lying here and there on the VIP dance floor, all of them were killed by a single shot, or were cut by a knife blade and died of excessive bleeding. .

But the people behind him don't need his praise to show the other party's achievements. Judging from the past experience of this man Lu Yicheng, these battles in front of him are indeed after-dinner sports for him.

"Mr. Lu, can you show me some face? I just took over this job. We can talk about what you want." Wei Lun said cautiously.

"...Why should I give you face?"

Lu Yicheng's question was very straightforward, and there was no hint of sarcasm in his tone, he was just stating a fact, but this fact made Wei Lun unable to refute it at all, and he couldn't even arouse anger.

"Okay, Mr. Lu, what do you need here?"

"The location of the headquarters of the Golden Pattern Society, including finding the name, key, and access card of the person behind the scenes..." Lu Yicheng said.

"The entire building of Gucheng Commercial Building is the headquarters of Jinwenhui. The address is No. 1, 21st Street. The name of the behind-the-scenes master is Luo Tianzheng... It should be on the top floor of Jinwenhui Building now. This is the access control that can directly reach the top floor area. Card."

Wei Lun sold out his employer without much hesitation, and handed over all the access cards related to the Jinwenhui to Lu Yicheng as soon as he flipped his hand.

"There are also a few registered killers guarding the headquarters of the Golden Pattern Club. The only thing to watch out for is a little guy who holds a relic. The other party seems to be from the same background as you."

"Thank you."

After Lu Yicheng thanked him, he withdrew the muzzle of his gun against Wei Lun's head, and Wei Lun called to stop Lu Yicheng when he was about to leave.

"Mr. Lu, won't you stay for a drink first? Just catch up on the old days?"

When he looked back at Lu Yicheng's appearance, he really wanted to scold him as a monster. After more than 20 years, his appearance hasn't changed much. On the other hand, he has become a bearded uncle.

"No, I'm in a hurry." Lu Yicheng tapped the watch on his wrist and said.

"Is... in a hurry to go to work?"

Wei Lun feels quite a pity. This feeling is like a pianist meeting Beethoven, a physicist meeting Faraday. Even if you can’t learn from each other, it’s always a pity not to invite the other party to sit down and have a drink.

But if Lu Yicheng was busy trying to get rid of the Jin Wenhui, he would seem a little unreasonable to stop him, but Lu Yicheng replied with an answer that made him stand still.

"No, I am in a hurry to pick up the children from school."

"So that's the case, so don't bother, um... don't bother." Wei Lun's expression was extremely awkward, no matter what he couldn't imagine the scene of Lu Yicheng taking the child.

When Lu Yicheng was about to leave, he threw an extremely exquisitely packaged scroll with stamped and gilded edges and a cloth bag containing strange coins to Wei Lun.

Wei Lun reached out to catch it and found that what Lu Yicheng threw over was the contract and currency common in the world of killers.

"I caused you to lose your job, so I will give you another job, take your people to this school... I will be there later." After Lu Yicheng finished speaking, he opened the door and left Bauhinia nightclub.

Wei Lun weighed the weight of the bag of coins in his hand, and lifted the brim of his jazz hat slightly... After saluting Lu Yicheng's leaving back, he said.

"Very happy."

All the guards under Wei Lun also surrounded him at this time.

"Boss? Why don't you do it... If we give up this order, the reputation will directly drop to single digits, and we will die if it drops any further." Wei Lun's subordinates complained dissatisfied.

"Being wanted by the killer organization is better than confronting that guy head-on. At least we still have a way out of the former." Wei Lun pondered the gold coins in the cloth bag, threw the whole cloth bag to his subordinates and said, "You also heard the conversation just now. , we've changed places."

"But Boss, don't you have relics too? The man just now didn't smell like relics at all, how could the mere mortal body and relics..."

"Contest? If you know how many guys he has killed who have the same thoughts as you, you will know that you are wrong... And my relic is conscious, it will choose its own master, just like the body and the pilot, and that man He is one of the top pilots in the world, who do you think it will choose if I release my relic?"

Wei Lun didn't continue to argue with his subordinate, but just casually threw the mobile phone used to contact the employer to the subordinate.

"Sending a message to our old employer is considered after-sales service."

While speaking, Wei Lun took out a huge ammunition box and put it on the bar counter of the bar. There were several sniper rifles hoarded in the ammunition box.

"What's the message?" the subordinate asked.

"Let's talk about the bell ringer... Lu Huiyicheng went to look for him, and there is still time to write a suicide note while hurrying up now!"

(End of this chapter)