American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

As if he felt that he was watching, the person in front of him turned around, and it happened to be Beard. He looked at Old Brown and then at the small room next to him. He seemed to have found some fun, and said with a disgusting smile.

"Old man, do you want to buy one? They are all prostitutes, and the price is very cheap..."

Old Brown stared at him. "Kid, do you think this joke is funny?"

Beard's eyebrows on the right side were raised, and he wanted to say something, but at that moment he felt the danger in his eyes. He suddenly pulled out the Colt M1911 pistol and pointed it at Old Brown, his face instantly turned cold and his ruthlessness was revealed.

"Old man, I don't like the look in your eyes!"

Looking at Beard who suddenly went crazy, Old Brown did not raise his hand this time, but glanced behind Beard.

Because of this sudden conflict, several people walking in front stopped and looked over. Looking at the frowning Felton, Old Brown said calmly to Beard.

"Son, I know you are in a hurry, but I also know that your boss doesn't like what you do."

Sure enough, Felton at the front spoke up.

"Beard! Do good business!"

Looking at the old man in front of him and listening to the orders behind him, Beard's expression became even more distorted.

He tilted his head and pointed at Old Brown, holding a pistol and scratching his neck, then walked past Old Brown and left here.

Everyone knows what scratching the neck means. It's Beard's warning.

Old Brown didn't pay attention and just looked at Felton. "If I buy your stuff, will I be killed by your people in the end?"

Felton's face turned ugly, and he waved his finger and sent someone.

"Go, look at him. If he dares to attack the buyer, you will kill him."

The assigned younger brother nodded seriously and walked in the direction Beard left.

"You should feel relieved now, right?" Felton looked at Old Brown and said calmly.

Old Brown nodded.

"Then keep walking." Felton turned around immediately, and his two remaining brothers followed.

"There are three people left..." Old Brown looked back at the direction Beard left and continued to follow.

He followed the group to the end and then walked into a room inside. Looking at everything in front of him, Old Brown remained silent.

Compared with the chaotic scene outside, this room has everything it needs, like a brand new paradise without dust, as the saying goes, hell on one side and heaven on the other.

Old Brown looked specifically in the direction of the wine rack on the right, where two more muscular people were sitting next to the wine rack, drinking wine.

"It's the Russians again." Old Brown noticed in his mind.

"The two on the right plus the three in front, there are five people in total..."

At this time, Felton was already sitting on the sofa in the front center, extending his hand to signal.

"sit!"

Feeling the gazes of the two Russians on the right, Old Brown nodded, walked slowly over and sat down on the small sofa in front of Felton.

"Go, get the goods, and there are guys to check them out."

Felton gave an order and asked the younger brother standing on his left to get something. Then he picked up the unfinished glass of red wine on the table in front of him and lay down on the sofa while shaking the red wine glass and staring at Old Brown.

"You know, old man, I admire you very much. Not many people dare to come here alone."

Old Brown kept looking at his younger brother who was walking towards a small room out of the corner of his eye, and said in a disapproving tone.

"Do people my age need to care about anything?"

"Haha." Felton smiled and took a sip of the red wine in his glass. "Don't worry, we are serious businessmen."

Old Brown was expressionless and did not reply. Instead, he thought of what he saw and heard outside the room. If the people in front of him were doing serious business, then there would be no hell.

The scene became quiet for a moment, and everyone looked at Old Brown who was sitting on the small sofa. At this time, the boy who was responsible for getting the goods also took a bunch of goods from the small room and walked out.

Under the gaze of everyone, the younger brother put these things on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and then stood behind Felton.

A white, boxy little brick, a few pistols.

The items above fully met Old Brown's needs, including pistols like Beard's.

Felton stood up, put the red wine glass on the coffee table, and pushed the white tiles in front of Old Brown.

“Your money can probably only buy so much.”

As he spoke, under the gaze of Old Brown, he picked up a pistol on the coffee table, took the magazine handed by the boy on the left, inserted it into the slot, clicked it a few times, and said calmly.

"The remaining money can only buy a pistol."

Felton moved the muzzle of the gun and slowly pointed it at Old Brown in front of him, smiling.

"Take your pick."

Most people are basically unable to remain calm when a gun is pointed at them, but Old Brown still looks calm. As mentioned before, what else does he care about at his age.

Old Brown silently picked up the white brick in front of him and put it in his arms, then glanced at the pistol on the coffee table, picked up a pistol at random, and its data automatically appeared in his mind.

"Glock 17, one of Austria's standard small arms, one of the police's preferred pistols, 9mm bullets, the gun is 185mm long, weighs 0.62kg, the barrel is 114mm long, and the magazine capacity is 17 or 19 rounds..."

It's a pity that there is no magazine. Old Brown looked at Felton in front of him and said calmly.

"No magazine."

Felton looked at Old Brown seriously for several seconds. Perhaps because of his identity as an old man, he finally waved his pistol in a gesture.

"Give him the magazine."

The boy next to him heard the order and took out a magazine and placed it in front of Old Brown.

Under everyone's gaze, Old Brown picked up the magazine and took a look, then looked at Felton in front of him.

"Only two bullets?"

Felton showed a hint of joking and hit his head with the pistol.

"Old man, one for your child and one for yourself, that's enough."

"Okay." Old Brown said nonchalantly, and slowly inserted the magazine into the Glock 17.

"That's enough."

At this time, Felton continued, "A perfect business, old man. I hope to see you again next time. Come, give this old man a gift..."

However, as soon as Felton finished speaking, he suddenly found that the old man in front of him had picked up a pistol and pointed it at him.

"you!!!"

Felton was shocked, but Old Brown had already pulled the trigger, unexpectedly, quickly and accurately.

boom! ! ! ! !

A bloody hole appeared on Felton's forehead.

When the gunfire started, everyone present underestimated the enemy because of Old Brown's identity and did not react instantly. But when Felton collapsed on the sofa, they suddenly woke up and reached for their guns.

In this short gap, Old Brown had already followed the steps in his mind, moved the gun to the nearest younger brother, and pulled the trigger.

boom! ! ! ! !

The little brother who had just reached out to his arms also had a blood hole on his forehead and fell straight to the ground.

After completing this step, Old Brown did not stop and used all his strength to smash the Glock 17 without bullets into the face of another boy next to the sofa.

"snort!!"

After receiving this blow, the young man subconsciously covered his face in pain. At this moment, Old Brown had already rushed towards Felton in front of him, picked up the pistol that had slipped from his hand, and at the same time, brought it to this young man. One shot.

boom! ! ! !

Before the boy could recover, he was killed by this shot.

Old Brown completed the entire operation in one go. First, he unexpectedly shot Felton and his younger brother to death with two shots. Then he threw the Glock 17 without bullets to buy time to pick up the gun, and then killed the younger brother on his right.

However, time was equal for both sides. After Old Brown killed the three Feltons closest to him in one go, the two Russians on the right in the direction of the wine rack had already taken out their pistols, pointed them at Old Brown, who had a wide gap, and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang! ! ! !