I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2197 - 1403: Today Is a Good Day~_2
Previously on I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping...
Hu Die scanned her surroundings.
“Stop looking. We’ve disabled the surveillance here.”
One thug smirked, pulling taut the chain in his grip with a sharp metallic ring.
Upon learning the cameras were out, Hu Die showed no sign of panic; rather, an odd and eerie grin crept over her face.
“What are you smiling at?”
Ten versus one, armed to boot—no way to see it, this lady appeared finished, regardless of her fighting prowess.
Should they fail to capture her, their boss’s wrath wouldn’t even be necessary; shame alone would drive them to end it themselves.
Hu Die stayed silent and still. Right now, reaching the trunk for a weapon was off-limits, even if she hadn’t stashed anything there.
To hell with equality.
There is no equality in this world.
Hu Die’s feet remained planted, yet her hands shifted within the allowed bounds. But once they spotted what emerged from her pocket, the ten thugs who figured victory was theirs blanched in fear.
What the hell!
This woman had drawn a gun!
Everyone knew the nature of this location.
They themselves were restricted to mere handy implements for show.
Time appeared to freeze briefly.
Even the charged air abruptly cooled.
“Hehe, hehe...”
A burst of icy chuckles shattered the standoff.
“Bitch, trying to scare us with a toy?”
Those words snapped everyone back to sharpness!
These hardened criminals, accustomed to killing and burning, returned to the harsh present.
“Don’t worry, we won’t take your life. By dawn tomorrow, we’ll send you back.”
Obviously.
They all assumed her armament was fake.
Indeed.
They possessed such items, plenty even, yet never dared tote them in this spot.
They urged Hu Die to avoid pointless resistance and comply instead. Yet how could she possibly yield?
Accompanying them might spare her life, but the fate awaiting would eclipse death itself, just like in countless prior cases.
“Toy or not, who wants to come up and test it?”
She finally broke her silence.
And in her eerily calm eyes, a hint of scorn danced.
The ten burly men exchanged glances.
This was the varying terror inspired by varied arms.
Even if fake, it outmatched the fear from their own gear.
Despite all their careful plots and tricks, they refused to flinch at one mere plaything. At last, the others locked eyes on a particular comrade.
Yes.
The very one who’d dubbed it a toy.
The tension had built to this peak. The anticipated fellow didn’t let his crew down; he bared a fierce smile, coiled the chain round his right fist, and boldly strode ahead.
“I’m going to...”
“Bang!”
A muffled blast stunned the group; the savage thugs halted, ears ringing, thoughts wiped clean.
“Ah—”
The boom was chased by a howl. The once-bold brute reeled backward, arrogance gone, staring blankly at his gushing shoulder, pain yet to register, his features etched with astonishment and denial.
Damn!
Even these battle-toughened veterans, inured to gore and brutality, sensed a shiver crawl their backs; a few gulped reflexively.
They gawked, stunned, at the woman mere meters distant and the blazing pistol she clutched.
How lifelike this plaything seemed!
Practice serves as the sole measure of reality.
It’s indeed “the truth”!
That man, through his own body, had just confirmed his earlier judgment was utterly false.
Thus.
Calamity stems from loose lips.
Unless vital, better to hold one’s tongue.
Had he kept quiet, he’d have avoided volunteering for that needless hit.
After a momentary numbness, the fierce agony arrived right on cue. He gripped his mangled left shoulder, visage ashen. Luckily, he was no average sort; he clamped his jaw and bore it, refraining from cries.
The apparently fragile Hu Die held her poise, foe count steady, though the scene’s feel had shifted.
Who truly played the hunter here?
Who the prey?
“Quite some guts!”
The bullet struck the shoulder; no quick death from it. Yet for spirits, the blow was devastating.
Who could’ve guessed this wench would prove so ruthless?
Wasn’t her hand-to-hand skill supposed to be top-notch?
So why dodge close combat for a firearm; what good did that do?
This is human nature.
One welcomes one’s own edges, but cries foul at others’.
Though numerical superiority endured, none risked a move now.
This was the peril of operating away from home turf.
Far too many worries.
Far too many limits.
Were this in Haojiang, no such hassle; they’d have wrecked her and her ride into roadside pulp.
So.
They just couldn’t fathom it.
How dared this bitch?
Drawing it sufficed for show.
But she went and shot.
Did she truly believe wrecked cameras made all safe?
“Weren’t you inviting me over? Come on.”
Don’t twist the knife like that.
Hu Die carried herself with steady calm, radiating bold resistance, akin to a lone female defying an army.
No surprise Young Master Fang took a shine to her.
There truly was cause.
The hard men ground their teeth in fury, yet held their tongues. Not fear; rushing bullets wasn’t bravery, merely idiocy!
“What do we do?”
One murmured softly.
No doubt about it.
The scheme faced a sudden snag.
But pull back?
Out of the question.
Arriving in force against a single female, only to flop and slink away, their boss would never forgive. No alibi would save them.
Thus, no path for withdrawal.
“Go. She has limited bullets!”
Gotta admit.
These roughnecks weren’t dim, but fierce operators; this embodied true underworld grit.
Like wolves in pursuit, an injured one halts the charge, yet the pack surges fiercer.
“Bang! Bang bang...”
Truly daring.
No hint of sparing ammo.
And uncanny precision.
Yet another vivid demonstration of the axiom: past seven paces, the gun outpaces; inside, it’s swift and sure. In a flash, crimson sprays erupted across spots, several stumbling off, struck.
The tang of blood started to spread.
“She’s running out of bullets.”
Scanning about, six brothers lay hurt. The steep toll failed to shake the survivors; rather, it ignited their savagery, boosting their menace.
The cost proved valuable.
At minimum, it drained that wench’s rounds!
As all know.
A pistol clip holds but so much, often just six shots.
“She’s carrying a 92, the magazine can hold at most 20 bullets.”
The initial victim mustered his voice through sheer will. Steady bleeding whitened his face like snow, yet he rose steadfastly to warn his allies promptly.
rounds.
Meaning her clip retained over half its load.
The handful of bruisers banking on a final push felt icy dread grip them, determination shattering at once.
“We surrender.”
“Want to die, or want to live.”
Hu Die’s voice stayed even, those scant terms all the more bone-chilling.
“Want to live.”
The spokesman replied instantly.
Obviously.
If survival beckons, who chooses doom?
Now, to the vanquished bunch, Hu Die likely loomed as a hellish fiend, face impassive.
“Can you sing?”
“...”
“...”
“...”
Following a short hush, a voice yelled, “I can!”
“Sing ‘Good Days’.”
In an indescribable atmosphere,
an indescribable song began to play.
“The joyful drums beat out the happiness of the New Year’s day
The beautiful dance brings daily joy and excitement
The sunlight’s paint colors today’s days with red
The flower of life is our smile
Hi
Today is a good day...”
The lone tune swelled to group harmony.
The cold underground garage on the second floor resounded with the upbeat, celebratory Red song.
“Today is a good day
Everything you wish for can come true
Today is a good day
Open the door and welcome the spring breeze...”
The remaining unscathed toughs belted out the tune as they hastily aided their injured mates into the vehicles.
“Bang bang.”
Doors crashed closed in haste, and two dented autos spun about, speeding off in terror.
Hu Die lingered amid the gore-strewn site, as though quietly absorbing the fading strains of the Red song, a grin forming on her mouth, her feelings at last easing into a soft smile.