Don’t panic if you get scammed, give him a Desert Eagle instead.

Chapter 6 Two-Level Reversal
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A figure suddenly knelt in front of Zhang Songyang. It was the middle-aged man.

I saw cold sweat on the forehead of the middle-aged man, looking at him with frightened eyes, but with a forced smile on his face, completely different from his previous arrogant attitude.

Even the middle-aged man spoke a little awkwardly: "Brother, yes, I'm sorry, I, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, I, what I just said was a joke, you, don't take it seriously. , I deserve to die, I deserve to die!”

As he spoke, he began to slap his big mouth, even harder than Zhang Songyang.

He also knows now that the Desert Eagle placed on the ground is a real Desert Eagle!
And how could he afford to offend Zhang Songyang who had a real gun?
He really made a mistake before, Zhang Songyang was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!

To put it bluntly, he is just a casino operator. On the streets, everyone calls him Big B, but in front of a gun, he is nothing, not even Little B.

You know, looking at Kyushu now, everyone has a gun? Or a brand new Desert Eagle!

This thing was discontinued in the last century, and it is impossible for anyone to own it now. Therefore, those who can get such a gun still send it in a courier box. You don't have to guess how deep the background is.

Ten of them tied together are not enough for one of the other's fingers.

Begging for mercy and making amends is the best solution now. After all, he doesn't want to die, let alone die in pain.

"I'm sorry, brother, yes, we are blind, we are idiots, we are looking for death, please, just give us a shit..."

"Brother, I have a 3-year-old mother and an 80-year-old child. I also have a beautiful wife. I can't die. My wife's mistress has long wanted me to die. I must not die."

After Big B knelt down, the other young men also quickly knelt down, crying and begging for mercy with tears.

And that golden Desert Eagle was placed on the ground, motionless, but no one would take it at all.

Zhang Songyang glanced at the pistol, then at the middle-aged man kneeling in front of him and the young men. He moved his mouth a few times and said, "Get out..."

"Huh?" Brother B was stunned and didn't hear clearly.

"Get out!" Zhang Songyang shouted, his voice raised sixteen degrees.

Only then did Big B react. He stood up and said, "Thank you, thank you for not killing me. Let's get out. We'll get out right away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the security door slam shut.

The room that was originally full of brotherly aura and lively was now eerily silent.

Zhang Songyang panted violently, his pupils trembled extremely hard, and the expression on his face was blank. He turned his head and looked at the Desert Eagle on the ground.

At this moment, fear quickly took over his heart, and he couldn't help but want to escape, away from the Desert Eagle.

Why……

Why did Jiangchuan mail him a real gun?
This is a real gun!

Where did he get such a real gun?

Could it be that Jiang Chuan was a police officer and that he sent the gun to him, hoping to tell him his identity so that he could return the money?

As soon as this unreliable idea came to his mind, he rejected it directly.

No, it's impossible. No police station's sidearm will be a Desert Eagle. This thing is not made in China, so how could it be a police officer's sidearm.

What's more, losing a pistol is a serious crime. If Jiangchuan was really a policeman, he would definitely not do this.

Since he is not a policeman, but he can get a Desert Eagle and a real pistol, doesn't that mean... "He is a hidden boss, yes, that must be the case! He is still a man who can do everything in Kyushu." The big guy with the pistol!" After Zhang Songyang figured out all this, his whole body trembled.

"But, why would such a big boss be deceived by me? Why did he give me another Desert Eagle? Aren't you afraid that I would risk my life with him... No, no! He can kill him with just a finger. Me, how could I exchange my fate with him!"

"Maybe, maybe he gave me this gun just to warn me, just to make me pay back the money..."

"No, no, it's only a mere three hundred thousand. Would he kill me for three hundred thousand? He is a big boss in the underground world..."

"Wait, what if he doesn't want money, he just can't swallow this breath, and he just wants to kill me?"

"In that case, it is very possible that there is a sniper rifle pointed at me from the opposite building... At any time, my life will be taken away at any time... Yes, it is very possible!"

While talking to himself, Zhang Songyang felt like he was possessed by a demon. He was going crazy. The overwhelming shock in his heart was always eroding his thoughts, making him dare not think about more things.

But he reacted quickly. He avoided the window, lay on the ground, and moved little by little to the corridor in front of the bedroom door, leaning against the wall, breathing heavily.

He felt that the clothes on his body were wet with cold sweat, and the fear in his heart reached the extreme.

Zhang Songyang held his head in his hands and began to think wildly again: "Is it possible that he has sent a killer to kill me, and then gave me a real gun to watch me fight with the killer. If I can kill Killer, he will let me go? No, no! He will definitely not, even if, even if I kill the killer, he will definitely find other ways to kill me, he will definitely..."

Ding Dong!

Suddenly, in the silent room, the mobile phone message alert sounded harshly.

Zhang Songyang, who was in his fantasy, screamed, and the pants between his legs were quickly soaked with a large amount of liquid and spread.

He turned his head and looked at the phone in horror.

His mobile phone was placed next to the Desert Eagle. At this time, the screen of the mobile phone lit up, and the sound should be a prestigious message.

Do you want to go over and get your phone?

If you go to get your cell phone at this time, if there is a sniper on the opposite floor, you will be dead.

But if he didn't go and get his phone, if it was Jiang Chuan who sent him a message and he didn't see it, he would still be dead...

After thinking about it, Zhang Songyang gritted his teeth and struggled to get up. Regardless of his soaked crotch, he rushed to the phone, picked up the phone and ran towards the bathroom.

boom!
After slamming the bathroom door shut, he opened his phone with trembling hands. Sure enough, it was a message from Jiang Chuan.

[Have you received the gift? How about it, isn't it great! Hopefully you didn't point it at your head, otherwise you might not have seen the message. 】

After seeing this news, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Ding dong.

Before he could react, another message was sent.

[I forgot to tell you, this Desert Eagle was released in 1980 and produced in 1981. The price is 13000 Kyushu coins, but you cannot buy it in Kyushu.

Also, its weight is 2.25kg, which is four times the weight of an ordinary pistol. The magazine uses a single row of ammunition, so the full load capacity is only 8 rounds.

As for the power, how should I put it? If you aim it at your own head and shoot it, believe me, even if the most skilled embalmer comes, your head will not be able to return to its original shape. If it is aimed at the heart, If you shoot, your internal organs and your left arm will be shattered~]

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