Two gunmen stepped forward and picked up the distraught Wang Miao, and walked cautiously to the third floor.
When they reached the third floor, they didn't dare take another step forward. Instead, they stood there cautiously, not daring to make any sound, for fear of being beaten to pieces, which would be too embarrassing.
"Throw away the gun and bring the man up."
At this time, Chen Bufan was already sitting in a store nearby. This store originally sold fashionable women's clothing, but now apart from the magnificent decoration, there was only a set of sofas left, and not even a clothes rack left.
Li Meng walked in front tremblingly, looking at the soldiers standing guard on both sides, feeling extremely scared.
He could never have imagined that they had been fighting so hard for so long, and were actually fighting against these terrible guys.
The two people behind lowered their heads and carried Wang Miao, who was so limp that he could hardly walk, towards the door step by step.
When they arrived at the store entrance, they were searched by soldiers before entering the store.
Li Meng bowed respectfully and said flatteringly, "Sir, I have brought the person to you. Can you see it?"
Chen Bufan glanced at them calmly and found that they were all ordinary people, so he waved his hand casually and said, "Your people can leave this mall after you surrender your guns."
Li Meng thought about the gun outside, his expression was a little conflicted, and he felt a little reluctant in his heart. He was also worried that Chen Bufan would suddenly change his mind and do something unpredictable, and then they would have no weapons to resist.
So, he asked cautiously: "Sir, can I take the gun with me...?"
Chen Bufan raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and said with a hint of surprise: "Hmm...? Do you want to stay here...?"
Seeing this, Li Meng quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, no... We'll leave now, right now."
He didn't dare to go any further. Compared to the gun, his life was more important. He would have weapons when he returned to the dungeon.
Li Meng ran out with his two men without looking back. After returning to the second floor, he had an argument with the rest of the people, and the whole floor was in chaos.
However, due to the powerful strength of Chen Bufan and his men, they were unable to defeat them. In the end, everyone handed over their guns and hurriedly ran out of the mall.
When they reached the first floor, they found that the soldiers were just staring at them, and no one stopped them or attacked them. They couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Chen Bufan, praising him for his principled approach, being a big shot, and being particular about his work.
Chen Bufan stood at the railing on the third floor, holding on to it, and watched the remaining gunmen surrender their weapons and run out of the mall gate as if escaping. There was no trace of emotion on his face.
He conveyed an order through the headset with a blank expression: "Don't let the people who just left return to the dungeon alive."
A reply came from the headset: "Received..."
At this time, a voice came from behind: "Pfft! Hahahahaha, you are nothing but that. You said you would let them leave the mall, but you went back on your word. You are such a mean person!... Uh... Huh..."
The person who spoke was Wang Miao. At this moment, he was holding his bloody severed hand that was shot in the head. He was leaning weakly at the door of the store, looking at Chen Bufan with a mocking expression.
When Chen Bufan heard this, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile.
He turned around and looked at Wang Miao with interest, and said in a flat tone: "I see your hand still doesn't hurt." After that, he gestured to the soldier next to him.
The soldiers immediately understood, walked forward, held down Wang Miao who was trying to move his body backwards, and dug their fingers hard into the broken part of his hand.
Wang Miao's eyes widened in horror and he screamed, "What are you doing? What are you doing...Ah! Stop...I'm wrong...Stop...I don't dare to do it anymore! Wuuuu...Please spare me!"
As Wang Miao screamed, his snot and tears suddenly flowed out and covered his face, his face full of pain.
Chen Bufan didn't have the slightest sympathy in his heart. He just looked on indifferently when he saw him in so much pain.
When he saw that Wang Miao couldn't stand it anymore and was rolling his eyes, he waved his hand to signal the soldiers to step aside.
Wang Miao was panting, sweat dripping down his forehead, his breathing was rapid and disordered, his eyes were dull, full of fear and despair, his lips were trembling, but no sound came out.
"You don't care about the lives of those people, so why bother to mock me for the sake of venting your anger? Now you feel better, you are in so much pain, right?" Chen Bufan looked at Wang Miao quietly and smiled, his voice carrying a hint of sarcasm and teasing.
"Besides, I did what I said. They did leave the mall safely. As for the soldiers I met outside, I will settle all the old and new scores with them!"
“Also, do you think I’m the kind of person who would keep my enemies around so they can come and cause trouble for me later?
Without waiting for Wang Miao to speak, he continued.
"No, how stupid would that be? I can only feel at ease if I can eliminate the enemy completely.
After the apocalypse, I haven’t actively provoked anyone, but those who provoked me have never survived. I’m not so kind as to let this one and that one go.”
Wang Miao was lying on the ground. His face was as pale as paper because the bleeding had not stopped for a long time. His body was twitching slightly. He was enduring great pain. There was no desire to live in his eyes. He could tell from his words that Chen Bufan would not let him go.
"What... do you want me... to do?" Wang Miao said with difficulty in the pain. He wanted to finish the job and then die early. It was too painful and he couldn't bear it anymore.
Chen Bufan shook his head and said nothing.
Wang Miao was stunned, with an expression of disbelief on his face: "What, I don't have to do anything?"
He was stunned for a moment, his mind in a mess. Wasn't the reason for keeping this small manager here to find out about Li Haotian from him?
But now I am being told that I don't need to do anything.
"Click..." The sound of a gun being loaded rang in my ears.
Wang Miao raised his head in confusion, but saw a black muzzle of a gun pointing at his head. His body froze instantly and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Although Chen Bufan looked at him with a warm smile, the smile did not reach his eyes.
"No, no, no! I'm still useful! Don't do this..." Wang Miao's voice trembled. Although he had already prepared to die, he still couldn't remain calm when the time came.
Chen Bufan didn't give him the chance to say more.
"Bang!" A loud noise echoed in the air.
The close-range shooting allowed the bullet to penetrate Wang Miao's forehead with huge kinetic energy. The bullet flew out from the back of his head, bringing out a large piece of broken flesh and bones.
Blood splattered on the ground, forming a pool of bright red blood.
Wang Miao's body fell heavily to the ground, his eyes lost their luster, but he died with his eyes open. Until his death he never understood why.