The gunshot, pain searing through his back, Gu Ji spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
The bullet had pierced his lung; he wasn't going to survive.
A big fat man, wearing a bulletproof vest with gray curls and a bushy beard, angrily kicked the little minion who fired the gun, seeming to blame him for shooting recklessly, then turned to ask the yellow-haired guy with black eyeliner beside him.
A moment later, the yellow-haired guy squatted down in front of him and asked in English:
"The boss wants to know where you got that anti-personnel mine?"
"Cough... cough..."
Gu Ji opened his mouth, but his throat was full of bloody heat. He tried to swallow, looked at the circle of drug dealers standing in front of him, bared his teeth to reveal his bloody gums, "From your mother's swallow..."
Bam bam bam!
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...
"Hello, sir, we've prepared 7 Up, cola, orange juice, tomato juice, coffee, tea, and water for you. What would you like to drink?"
"Sir?"
"Hoo... ha... hoo... ha..."
