Chapter 242 Let the bullet fly!

As Yang Jianxin guessed, when he saw the terrible and shocking scene, Du Haisheng, who was furious, would never let him go.

After properly arranging the stowaways, the night passed. He did not go to the bow of the ship to see the sea today, but learned about Yang Jianxin's residence from Captain Eric and went straight to him.

When he heard the gunfire inside, he decisively kicked the door open, and everything in the room completely stunned him.

But I saw a woman lying **, her eyebrows were pierced by bullets, and there was a little fear in her unclosed eyes!

And next to him, a thin, short-tight man with a pocky face only sat in ** wearing wide flower trousers, holding a gun in one hand and smoking a cigarette in the other.

Seeing the man in front of him, Yang Jianxin did not shoot, but desperately smoked the cigar in his hand, and the room was full of the pungent smell of cigars.

Du Haisheng came over slowly, sat opposite him and said, "Are you Yang Jianxin?"

"Yes..."

Yang Jianxin nodded and no longer hides his identity. Besides, even if he wants to hide it now, he can't hide it.

"Who are you?"

He raised his head, took out a cigar from the cigarette box and handed it to the man in front of him. At this time, he regained his composure. Everything was very light. At this moment, it seemed to be the most comfortable moment in his life.

Du Haisheng's face was gloomy and did not take the cigar. He said coldly, "People like you, you are not qualified to know Laozi's name!"

He really wants to kill Yang Jianxin at once, but that would be too cheap for him, and he is even more sorry for the dead stowaways and the girls who were abused and seriously ill.

He wants to torture him little by little and let him taste what life is better than death. As a Chinese, this kind of person who is eaten by dogs should be punished.

"I know..."

Yang Jianxin smiled bitterly, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, trampled it hard, and said, "Yes, a person like me is not qualified to know who you are, but..."

After a pause, he said, "As an opponent, you have to let me know who you are. I, Yang Jianxin, died in whose hands."

"Du Haisheng!"

He said his name word by word, and every word caused an uproar in Yang Jianxin's heart.

The body suddenly stood up. When the mood calmed down, he sat down again with a decadent expression **, "Du Haisheng, Du Haisheng, it turned out to be you. It's not a loss in your hands."

The three words Du Haisheng have been equated with the gods in the hearts of the people in Shanghai, and they have become the heroes worshipped by everyone.

Before he got on the ship, he didn't get him on the passenger ship. Otherwise, he still had to carefully consider whether it was necessary to take this position or not.

And this sentence, he is sincerely convinced, from the bottom of his heart, and there is no loss in the hands of the young man in front of him. What else can he say to the person who can make the Japanese suffer again and again?

Yang Jianxin felt that he should be happy. It was many times better to die in his hands than to die in the hands of an unknown junior.

"Is that so..."

Du Haisheng asked a rhetorically, and a cold light suddenly flashed on his calm face. With one hand, Yang Jianxin could not react. He was instantly fastened and felt unbearable pain.

With a crisp click, Yang Jianxin's arm suddenly became unconscious!

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Yang Jianxin gritted his teeth in pain, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down like beans. He still looked at Du Haisheng with his head held high and asked.

"I don't want to do anything. I want you to know what life is worse than death!"

With that, he suddenly got up and kicked him on his calf. There was another crisp click. Yang Jianxin couldn't help screaming in pain. He fell from ** and knelt on the ground.

"The surname is Du. If you have the ability, kill me. Don't torture me. I'm not afraid of death!"

Yang Jianxin was finally furious. One arm and one leg were instantly disabled by the man in front of him. The pain brought to him was even more difficult to add. He couldn't help raising his head and cursing.

"Hmm, kill you... You want to die, but do you think I will meet your wishes, dream."

Du Haisheng snorted coldly, kicked him in the chest fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "This foot is for those undead who were tortured by you."

"Bang..."

Another kick, he said, "This kick is for the women who have been spoiled by you."

"Damn it, as a Chinese, do you do things like this? Are you still a Chinese? Your conscience is eaten by the dog."

The more Du Haisheng scolded, the more annoyed he became. He kicked Yang Jianxin and made a miserable cry. At this time, he was no different from the pig's head.

"I... I don't want to do this either."

Yang Jianxin's beaten nose and face was blue and swollen, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, his face was pale, his eyes were lax, and he replied with a weak breath.

"Well, you don't want to do this, so what the fuck do you want? Look at those people, dead, festering, and women are ruined. You fucking said you didn't want to do this. Are you a Chinese? Should this be what a Chinese do? You are a fucking beast, a big beast that is not as good as pigs and dogs..."

"I, I know that I don't deserve to be a Chinese. I'm ashamed of these compatriots, but I don't want to be like this!"

Du Haisheng was too lazy to listen to his explanation here. He squatted down and said, "Say, who is your boss?"

Du Haisheng chatted with Yang Jianxin. Through his expressions and words, he found that this guy was not a heinous person, especially these words, which seemed to be true.

It was also through the other party's reply that Du Haisheng judged that this guy was not the boss, or that he was just a small snake head.

And what makes him more sure is that it is impossible for a man like him to sit in the boss's position.

Besides, Du Haisheng has never heard of Yang Jianxin's name in Shanghai. It seems that he is just a little boy.

He wants to know who is the boss behind the other party and has done such a terrible and shocking thing. He wants to ask if these guys have a minimum conscience in order to make money.

As a decent Chinese, it is unreasonable to be able to do such a thing.

Du Haisheng wants to find out the boss behind the scenes. On the day he returns to China, it will be time to settle the general accounts with these pigs and dogs.

"I, I won't tell you..."

"Tell me, if you still have a little conscience, tell me everything!"

Seeing that this guy was still dead and unrepentant, Du Haisheng couldn't help but be furious and ordered harshly. Those stowaways must not know who the boss was behind the scenes. If he didn't say it, I'm afraid he would not be able to investigate the real master.

Yang Jianxin hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, I said, but you have to protect my family!"

Du Haisheng sneered and said, "Oi, you still have a little conscience. When you die, I will promise you that as long as I am here, your family will never be in any danger."

"Okay, it's enough to have this sentence. I, Yang Jianxin, believe in your reputation of Du Haisheng."

He knows that Du Haisheng is cruel, but he knows more about the power of the other party on the beach. If he really wants to investigate, there is nothing he can't do. At most, it takes more effort, but the result is still the same.

"My boss's name is..."

"Hm?"

At this time, Du Haisheng suddenly saw a figure on the floor in front of him. He was stunned, shouted badly, and his body suddenly dodged.

"Bang!" With one shot, the bullet just passed through Yang Jianxin's chest, "You-good-hard!"

Yang Jianxin looked at the man at the door and stared at him.

Du Haisheng was so angry that he didn't wait for the other party to shoot a second shot. While dodging, he reversed with one hand, and a gun appeared. When the bullet flew out, the killer also fell to the ground at the same time.

"What the hell is it?"

He held Yang Jianxin in his arms. At this time, he was already dying. Du Haisheng shook his body and asked anxiously.

"Yes, Yang..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Jianxin didn't come up in a breath, so he closed his eyes and left the world forever. After all, he didn't say the name of the last boss.

At this time, another killer came over. Before he could react, Du Haisheng shot him in the thigh.

He was about to walk over, but he didn't expect the killer to be so determined. He smiled and shot at his temple, and he could no longer speak.

Three more people died. On this trip, Du Haisheng never thought that so many people would die. He didn't want to kill people, but sometimes he really had to!

The surname is Yang... Shanghai, who is it?

Thinking about it, he came out with a low face...