Mike might be a bit of a philanderer (read: scumbag), but he would never have any improper thoughts about a loli.
A person must have a bottom line.
Mike's bottom line was low, but it wasn't nonexistent.
Mike calmed himself and listened to the heartbeats and breathing inside the room.
Chirp!
Someone in the room peeked out from under the sofa, wanting to see what was happening, only half a head exposed, and Mike blew its head off with one shot.
"Damn it!"
Amick cursed angrily, "A bunch of useless people."
If his subordinates couldn't revive, he would have grabbed them and killed them again. From the surveillance footage, there was clearly only one young man and one loli, so how did the situation turn out like this?
Amick knew the loli; she and her Big Daddy had destroyed his drug factory not long ago. He killed the loli's Big Daddy and let the loli escape.
Amick deeply understood the disadvantage of not completely eradicating a problem.
But who was the young man?
At this moment, Amick felt quite wronged. Wasn't it just selling some powder and burying a few people? Why are they targeting me so much? How am I supposed to develop?!
Amick looked at his bearded subordinate hiding behind the marble kitchen cabinet. Don't ask why there was a kitchen cabinet in the office; it was objectively there. He gestured for his subordinate to check the situation outside.
The Big Daddy said that peeking out might lead to his death and that he was under a lot of pressure. Then he saw his boss pointing a gun at him.
Mom, I was wrong… At this moment, the Big Daddy, with a gun pointed at him, regretted it. He regretted not listening to his mother's advice and embarking on this path of crime. Unfortunately, there is no Regret Medicine in this World. He faced a choice between two "men."
"Ah ah ah…" The Big Daddy made his choice. He let out a strange cry to cheer himself on, while also hoping the cry would scare his opponent—he used to do this, and it worked quite well.
"Uh!"
The Big Daddy's strange cry came to an abrupt end. Because he found that the young man and the loli had already entered the room, close at hand. The loli stood beside him, pointing a gun at his Sun temple.
"Mom, I was really wrong…" The Big Daddy murmured.
"If you know you're wrong, you should apologize sincerely. Where is your mother?" Mike asked softly.
"She's dead. I didn't even attend her funeral."
"Oh, that's okay."
Mike turned to Mindy and said, "Send him to see his mother."
Bang!
The moment his consciousness plunged into darkness, the Big Daddy suddenly thought that his mother was in heaven, while his ticket led to hell.
Mindy pouted, "With such expressive eyes, he should be an actor, not a drug dealer!"
Mike casually raised his gun and fired two shots at the overturned sofa, and a pool of blood immediately flowed out from underneath.
Looking at the office desk, looking at the cabinet next to it, Amick and his second-in-command stood up with their hands raised.
Mike glanced at Amick's golden desert eagle. "Your gun is good."
Amick slowly placed the desert eagle on the table: "No, it's yours."
Mike picked up the heavy golden pistol, played with it for a moment, and smiled, "I like sensible people. How about you be a little more sensible and tell me the safe's password?"
Amick was silent for a moment, "I can give you the password, but you must guarantee my safety."
Amick thought Mike was purely after what was in the safe, but he didn't know that Mike was just seizing the opportunity and robbing the rich to help the poor.
Mike looked at Amick's second-in-command.
Amick: "Only I know the password."
"No, he knows." Mike asked the second-in-command, "A soldier who doesn't want to be a marshal is not a good soldier. It's reasonable for the second-in-command to covet the boss's position, and it's normal to know some secrets that only the boss knows, such as the safe password… Eh~ your heartbeat is a bit strange. Did I guess wrong? Hmm, since you didn't think of becoming the boss, then… are you Kingpin's man?"
At this moment, the second-in-command's heart was pounding as if it would jump out of his throat.
Mike guessed correctly.
Amick continued to be bewildered. Who is Kingpin?
"So, you're an idiot." Mike looked at Amick with pity, "Something everyone in New York, at least at the higher levels, knows, and only you are kept in the dark, jumping around so happily, never thinking that you're the Joker?"
"Mindy, he's yours." Mike asked the second-in-command, "Where is the safe?"
The second-in-command didn't care about a safe. Mike was right, he was Kingpin's man, and his task was to monitor Amick to prevent Amick from doing anything outside the outline.
The safe was behind the wall, covered by an oil painting.
No originality at all.
"You don't even know what kind of person you've provoked. It's still not too late to leave now…"
"Not too late?" Mike pointed to the corpses inside and outside the room.
"That person's wisdom and magnanimity are like the vast Universe."
"Pfft!"
So it was Kingpin's brain-dead fan. What the hell, the vast Universe, why doesn't he go to heaven?
At this time, pleading… gunshots… and screams successively rang in the second-in-command's ears. He shivered, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Mindy shooting Amick in non-fatal areas.
Killing is just a simple headshot, tormenting people like this… Well, they were drug dealers and had done many more cruel things. The first time he vomited, then he slowly got used to it, even enjoying the screams of others and the pleasure of controlling life and death. But when these things happened to him, only fear remained.
The second-in-command trembled as he opened the safe.
"Oh, wow."
The safe, about one cubic meter in size, had two layers. The bottom layer was stacked with powder bricks, and the top layer contained cash, gold bars, documents, as well as pistols and bullets.
There was two hundred thousand in cash, and the gold bars were worth about fifty thousand.
A small windfall.
People don't get rich without a windfall; the ancients truly didn't deceive me.
"You can go now." Mike said to the second-in-command.
"That's it?" The second-in-command couldn't believe it, thinking Kingpin's name had worked its magic.
"Otherwise, do you want to stay for a cup of coffee?"
"Uh…"
The second-in-command quickly ran away, occasionally looking back, afraid that Mike would shoot him in the back—that's how it always happens in movies.
However, Mike did nothing but put the money and gold bars into his system space.
"You're just letting him go?" Mindy noticed Mike letting the second-in-command go.
"Mm. I need him to deliver a message."
"Oh."
Amick was on his last breath; although the shots were not fatal, the pain was, and the blood loss was enough to be fatal. His heart beat faster and faster, but his consciousness became more and more blurred.
A few minutes later, Amick painfully breathed his last.
"Big Daddy, I've avenged you." Mindy wiped away her tears.
Mike stood by his side.
"I'm not crying." Mindy said stubbornly.
"I understand." Mike thoughtfully found an excuse for the loli, "The gunpowder smoke got into your eyes, so it's reasonable to cry, just like sand getting into your eyes."
"To the victor go the spoils." Mike took out fifty thousand U.S. dollars and a gold bar, then gave Mindy a business card, "If you encounter trouble you can't solve, you can come to me. Of course… it's not free."
"Thank you." Mindy's voice was as soft as a mosquito's.
Outside the window, a young man in a green suit with yellow trim, carrying a Fire jetpack, crashed through the glass and rushed into the room.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The young man shouted strangely to embolden himself, then found the room quiet, with only a strange young man and Mindy looking at him like an idiot.
"Your companion?"
"Ugh." Mindy covered her forehead speechlessly.
"Oh, then I'll be going now, bye-bye."
Mike was interested in "Hit-Girl" but not in "Kick-Ass."