Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 29
He seemed to feel that he was watching, and the person in front of him turned around, and it happened to be Beard. He looked at Old Brown and then at the small room next to him, as if he had found some fun, and said with a disgusting smile.

"Old man, do you want to buy one? They are all virgins, and the price is very cheap..."

Old Brown stared at him. "Son, do you think this joke is funny?"

Beard raised his eyebrows on the right side, wanting to say something, but at this moment he sensed danger from those eyes. He suddenly drew out his Colt M1911 pistol and pointed it at Old Brown, his face turned cold instantly, showing his viciousness.

"Old man, I don't like the look in your eyes!"

Looking at Beard who suddenly went crazy, Old Brown did not raise his hand this time, but glanced behind Beard.

Because of this sudden conflict, the few people walking in front had stopped to look over. Looking at the frowning Felton, Old Brown spoke calmly to Beard.

"Son, I know you're in a hurry, but I also know your boss doesn't like it when you do this."

Sure enough, Felton, who was at the front, spoke out.

"Beard! Good business!"

Looking at the old man in front of him and listening to the orders behind him, Beard's expression became even more distorted.

He tilted his head and scratched Old Brown's neck with a pistol, then walked past Old Brown and left here.

Everyone knows what it means to scratch the neck. This is Beard's warning.

Old Brown didn't care, just looked at Felton. "I bought your things, will I be killed by your people in the end?"

Felton's face became ugly, and he waved his hand to assign someone.

"Go, go and watch him. If he dares to attack the buyer, you will kill him."

The assigned younger brother nodded seriously, and walked in the direction Beard left.

"You should be relieved, right?" Felton said calmly, looking at Old Brown.

Old Brown nodded.

"Then keep going." Felton turned around immediately, and his two remaining younger brothers followed.

"There are three people left..." Old Brown glanced back at the direction Beard left, and continued to follow.

He followed a group of people to the end, and then walked into a room inside. Looking at everything in front of him, Old Brown remained silent.

Compared with the chaotic scene outside, this room has everything you need, like a brand new, dust-free paradise, as the saying goes, one side of hell, the other side of heaven.

Old Brown deliberately looked towards the direction of the red wine rack on the right, where two more muscular people were sitting beside the wine rack drinking wine.

"It's a Russian again." Old Brown noticed it in his heart.

"The two on the right plus the three in front make a total of five people..."

At this time, Felton was already sitting on the sofa in the center of the front, and he stretched out his hand to signal.

"sit!"

Sensing the gaze of the two Russians on the right, Old Brown nodded and walked slowly over to sit on the small sofa in front of Felton.

"Go, get the goods, and there are guys to check him out."

Felton gave an order to ask the younger brother standing on his left to get something, then picked up a glass of unfinished red wine on the table in front of him, lay down on the sofa, swayed the red wine glass and stared at Old Brown.

"You know, old man, I admire you very much. There are not many people who dare to come here alone."

Old Brown kept looking at the younger brother who was walking towards a small room from the corner of his eye, and said in a disapproving tone.

"People my age, what else do they need to care about?"

"Hehe." Felton smiled, took a sip of the red wine in his glass and said. "Don't worry, we are serious businessmen."

Old Brown was expressionless and didn't reply. Instead, he remembered what he saw and heard outside the room. If the person in front was doing serious business, then there would be no hell.

The scene fell silent for a while, and everyone looked at Old Brown who was sitting on the small sofa. At this moment, the younger brother who was in charge of getting the goods also came out with a bunch of goods from the small room.

Under the gaze of everyone, the younger brother conveniently put these things on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and then stood behind Felton.

A white, boxy little brick, some pistols.

The above is exactly what old Brown needs, and there are pistols like Beard.

Felton straightened up, put the red wine glass on the coffee table, and pushed the white brick in front of Old Brown.

"Your money probably can only buy so much."

As he said that, under the gaze of Old Brown, he picked up another pistol on the coffee table, took the magazine handed by the younger brother on the left, inserted it into the slot, clicked a few times, and said calmly.

"The rest of the money can only buy a pistol."

Felton moved his gun and slowly pointed at Old Brown in front of him, smiling.

"Choose."

Most people are basically unable to be calm under the aim of the gun, but Old Brown still has a calm face. As mentioned earlier, what does he care about at his age.

Old Brown silently picked up the white brick in front of him and put it in his arms, then glanced at the pistols on the coffee table, picked up a pistol casually, and its data automatically appeared in his mind.

"Glock 17, one of Austria's standard light weapons, one of the police's preferred pistols, 9mm bullets, the gun is 185mm long, weighs 0.62kg, the barrel is 114mm long, and the magazine capacity is 17 or 19 rounds..."

It's a pity that there is no magazine. Old Brown looked at Felton in front of him and said calmly.

"No magazines."

Felton looked at Old Brown seriously for a few seconds, probably because of his status as an old man, he finally waved his pistol as a signal.

"Give him the magazine."

The younger brother next to him heard the order and took out a magazine and put it in front of Old Brown.

Under everyone's gaze, Old Brown picked up the magazine and glanced at it, then looked at Felton in front of him.

"Only two bullets?"

Felton showed a hint of joking, tapped his head with a pistol and said.

"Old man, one piece for your child and one piece for yourself is enough."

"Okay." Old Brown said indifferently, and slowly inserted the magazine into the Glock 17.

"That's enough."

At this time, Felton continued, "It's a perfect business, old man, I hope to see you again next time, come, send this old man..."

However, as soon as Felton's words came here, he suddenly found that the old man in front of him had picked up his pistol and pointed it at him at some point.

"you!!!"

Felton was taken aback, but Old Brown had already pulled the trigger, by surprise and fast.

boom! ! ! ! !
A blood hole appeared on Felton's forehead.

When the gunshot rang out, everyone present underestimated the enemy because of Old Brown's status as an old man. They didn't react instantly, but when Felton collapsed on the sofa, they also woke up suddenly and reached for their guns.

In this short gap, Old Brown followed the steps in his mind, moved his gun to the nearest younger brother, and pulled the trigger.

boom! ! ! ! !
The little brother who had just put his hand into his arms also had a blood hole on his forehead, and he fell straight to the ground.

After finishing this step, Old Brown did not stop his movements, and very coherently used all his strength to smash the bullet-free Glock 17 into the face of another boy next to the sofa.

"Humph!!"

Being hit by this blow, the little boy subconsciously covered his face under the pain. Taking advantage of this moment, Old Brown had already rushed towards Felton in front of him, picked up the pistol that had slipped from his hand, and shot the little boy.

boom! ! ! !

Before the little boy recovered, he was killed by this gunshot.

Old Brown's whole operation was carried out in one go. First, he killed Felton and his younger brother on the left with two unexpected shots, then threw the Glock 17 out of bullets to gain time to pick up the gun, and then killed the younger brother on the right.

However, the timing of the two sides was equal. When Old Brown killed the three closest Feltons in one go, the two Russians in the direction of the wine rack on the right had already drawn out their pistols, aimed at Old Brown who was wide open, and pulled the trigger.

Boom! ! ! !
(End of this chapter)