Low and crowded stilts line the seaside, far away from urban areas and villages, with only a few dim lights.

The gray van slowly stopped by the trail and then turned off.

Sanggou glanced at Qin Yi next to him and hesitated: "Brother Ying, should we... think about it again?"

Qin Yi glanced at him with cold eyes and raised the detonator in his hand.

There was a little cold sweat on Sanggou's forehead, and he forced a smile, "I will do it well, Brother Ying."

"Then hurry up and go."

The mourning dog wiped his sweat, got out of the car with weak legs and feet, and staggered towards the shack.

Compared to the quiet surroundings, the shack was extremely lively.

A group of people gathered in front of the table, drinking beer and watching the football game on TV, cheering and yelling from time to time.

"What the hell, come in!"

"Shoot!"

"Can you kick it?"

Sitting on the sofa next to him was a bald man, about thirty or forty years old, wearing a floral shirt and a big gold chain hanging around his neck.

With a big belly and a fat face, he looks more like a monk than a gangster.

Holding a can of beer in his hand, he took a sip from time to time.

"Brother Dog!"

"Brother Dog!"

"Brother Dog is back!"

"Uncle Guang, Brother Dog is back."

When I saw the mourning dog appearing in the yard, someone immediately greeted me.

People in the room greeted each other casually and continued to watch the TV.

Uncle Guang took his eyes away from the TV and turned to look outside the door.

The mourning dog walked to the shadow outside the door and stopped, without taking another step forward.

"Agou, what are you doing standing there?" Uncle Guang frowned, "Come in, why are you so stunned?"

"Uncle Guang..."

"How's that order from the hospital?"

The mourning dog hesitated to speak, still standing in place and refusing to move.

Uncle Guang rolled his eyes and stood up from the sofa.

"The ball is in!"

"Awesome!"

The people in the room burst into cheers, and almost everyone stood up, waving their fists excitedly.

"Wow!"

Amid the howling celebrations, a crisp sound of glass breaking was heard.

Uncle Guang instinctively felt that something was not good. Just as he was about to turn around, a black shadow appeared behind him, and the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against the back of his head.

"Uncle Guang!"

"Uncle Guang!"

The people in the room suddenly woke up, stood up with a "swish" sound, and quickly drew out their pistols and pointed them at the people behind Uncle Guang.

"Put down the gun!"

"Fight on the street, you're looking for death!"

"Kill him!"

"Don't be impulsive! Don't hurt Uncle Guang!"

"Don't worry about me, shoot him!" Uncle Guang shouted loudly.

Seven or eight pistols were pointed at the attackers. These professional killers showed ruthless expressions and stepped towards Uncle Guang, preparing to find a shooting angle to strike.

"Ding!"

A round grenade fell to the ground. The killers looked at it subconsciously, their hearts skipped a beat, and they took a few steps back.

"Hahahahaha!" Qin Yi laughed wildly, and then mocked, "I thought you were really not afraid of death."

"Fall on the street! Bluff me!"

"Try again and see who is not brave enough!"

"If you have the guts, you can get insurance!"

The killers were ashamed and angry, and shouted unwillingly.

The next second, Qin Yi raised a grenade and pulled out the ring, "Try it?!"

The crowded shack suddenly became quiet, with only the cheers and roars of the commentators coming from the TV.

Uncle Guang snorted coldly, "Young boy, which road are you on, Xiangduo?"

"Sanggou, come in!" Qin Yi shouted.

The mourning dog walked in with a pale face. Under the dim light, everyone noticed what was tied up on his body.

The dirty air in the shack froze instantly, as if someone had pressed the pause button. The killers didn't even dare to breathe for fear of triggering the bomb switch.

A stern look flashed in Uncle Guang's eyes, and he shouted: "Young man, what are you doing?"

"Tell your people to put down their guns!" Qin Yi snorted coldly, "I'll talk to you about a big deal."

"Are you dreaming? Are you trying to scare me?" How could an old man like Uncle Guang accept such threats?

"I'm just bluffing you, what can you do?" Qin Yi sneered, "You are not afraid of death, but I don't know if your brother is."

The bomb on the dead dog suddenly made a beeping sound, and the red indicator light on it flashed crazily.

"The bomb countdown has started, you have fifteen seconds to think about it!" Qin Yi yelled.

The killers looked panicked and all looked at Uncle Guang.

"Ten seconds left!"

"Uncle Guang?! What should I do?"

"Don't put down the gun, he's bluffing you!"

"Nine!"

"Uncle Guang?"

"He doesn't dare to explode!"

"Eight!"

"Uncle Guang!!"

"Calm down, don't panic!"

"Seven!"

"Sangdog, please open the door!"

"Don't mess up!"

"Six!"

"Brothers, let us have a way out!"

"Five!"

"Ignore your mother! I surrender!"

When one person dropped his gun, a chain reaction was instantly triggered. All the killers dropped their guns almost in no particular order, as if they were grabbing a red-hot iron.

Uncle Guang's face turned blue and white, and he seemed a little unwilling, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief.

The bomb on the dead dog stopped flashing, and the killers were soaked in cold sweat.

"Very good!" Qin Yi showed a strange smile and inserted the safety pin of the grenade back.

Uncle Guang forced out a smile and was about to say something.

Suddenly Qin Yi grabbed Uncle Guang's neck and twisted it violently.

In the eyes of everyone with disbelief, Uncle Guang fell to the floor before his smile disappeared.

The heavy bodies threw up a cloud of dust, and the killers subconsciously took a step back.

Then there was silence, oppressive silence.
To be continued...