fictionpage Chapter 91 Red High Heels, An Invitation to the King of Hell
Chapter 91 Red High Heels, An Invitation to the King of Hell
It was completely dark.
The jeep, like a dying wild dog, panted heavily as it drove into a border town called "Crow's Nest".
There are no laws here, only rules.
The rule was that whoever had more guns and the strongest fist was the boss. Cheap, colorful signs hung along both sides of the street, making the puddles on the ground gleam oily. The air reeked of a mixture of cheap alcohol, gunpowder residue, and freshly slaughtered meat, boiled together.
Several skinny drug addicts, looking like skeletons, were squatting by the roadside, their eyes fixed on the outside vehicle, as if they were estimating how much the people inside were worth and whether they could be exchanged for a tube of ecstasy.
"arrive."
Zhong Kui suddenly spoke, his voice still in that half-dead tone.
The car turned into a dark alley without any streetlights and finally stopped in front of a slaughterhouse that was on the verge of collapse. Several rusty iron hooks hung on the gate, covered with black scabs that looked like they were stained with either pig's blood or human blood.
Qin Chuan turned off the car but didn't get out. He just sat in the driver's seat smoking and kept watch for them.
Qi Tongwei pushed open the car door and got out. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he felt a sticky feeling on the soles of his shoes. He didn't pay attention to it, glanced up at the shabby place, and cursed inwardly: Even a dog wouldn't come here.
Zhong Kui walked up to the greasy iron gate, but instead of knocking, he stretched out his long fingers and tapped rhythmically on the door.
Three long, two short, one long.
It's a very interesting frequency, like some kind of Morse code variant.
About half a minute later, the iron gate creaked open a crack with a teeth-grinding sound.
A fat butcher with a limp and covered in dark red grease peeked out. He was carrying a boning knife, and his face was full of scars; he looked like a serial killer from a horror movie.
But when he saw the coffin-like black box in Zhong Kui's hand, a glint of light suddenly appeared in his originally cloudy eyes, a light that only professionals could understand.
"The goods are all inside."
The butcher turned to the side, his voice hoarse.
Who would have thought that this cripple who had been slaughtering pigs and sheep in the "Crow's Nest" for more than ten years was actually the deepest nail planted by the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection?
The three filed in.
It was even dirtier inside, with half a pig's carcass lying on the chopping board. Without saying a word, the butcher limped to the corner, lifted a carpet covered in flies, and revealed a hidden compartment underneath.
"This is the equipment and gear you requested."
The butcher pointed to several boxes in the hidden compartment. "The little girl's clothes are in the red box on the left. They were made to order according to the requirements of this... Mr. Zhong Kui."
Ye Cunxin raised an eyebrow, picked up the red box and walked into the inner room. Before leaving, she gave Qi Tongwei a wink: "Don't peek, Chief."
Qi Tongwei ignored her and opened another weapon case directly.
Ten minutes later.
The curtain to the inner room was slowly lifted by a fair and delicate hand.
Qi Tongwei was loading a magazine into his Glock 18 when he heard a noise and instinctively looked up.
His hand stopped at that glance.
The magazine clicked into place with a sound effect, but he couldn't take his eyes off the woman at the door.
Ye Cunxin is playing with fire this time.
She wore a long, blood-red silk dress. Whoever designed it was a mystery; the fabric was shockingly cheap. The deep V-neck plunged all the way to her stomach, revealing a dazzling expanse of white skin and a deep cleavage, completely exposed to the air, trembling slightly with her breath, as if it might burst out at any moment.
But that's not the worst part.
The slit in her skirt was ridiculously high, reaching all the way to her hip bone. With just a slight step, her long, slender, toned, and gleaming white legs were revealed without reservation. Against the backdrop of the bright red silk, those legs were almost blindingly white.
She wasn't wearing those black stockings; her legs were bare, and she was wearing those ten-centimeter-high red-soled heels.
Red dress, red shoes, red lips.
With her long, flowing black hair, she resembled a raging fire burning in the dark night—alluring, dangerous, yet possessing a deadly allure.
"How is it?"
Ye Cunxin walked up to Qi Tongwei and deliberately bent down.
With this bend, the scenery in front of you is even more clearly visible.
She extended a finger and gently hooked it around Qi Tongwei's chin. Her red lips parted slightly, and her breath was sweet as orchids: "Am I handsome, my bodyguard?"
Qi Tongwei felt his throat was a little dry.
He's a normal man, and a man with a lot of energy. To not react to a beauty of this caliber would be the act of a eunuch.
"Fairy".
Qi Tongwei cursed under his breath, slapped her hand away, and forcibly looked away, saying, "Pull your clothes up properly, don't catch a cold."
Ye Cunxin giggled, laughing so hard she was shaking, clearly very satisfied with the reaction.
"Alright, let's get down to business."
Zhong Kui's jarring voice rang out. He seemed to be a robot without that kind of function, not even glancing at Ye Cunxin, and pointed to a hand-drawn map on the table.
"This is the structural diagram of the 'Royal One' casino. My plan is to infiltrate through the ventilation ducts and go straight to the top floor. I'll take care of eliminating the sentries, and you'll be in charge of sniping."
Zhong Kui looked at Qi Tongwei, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
"I don't crawl into sewers."
Qi Tongwei lit a cigarette, took a puff, and immediately dismissed the idea, "That's something rats would do. Besides, there are definitely thermal imaging sensors in the ventilation ducts; that's a scorpion's lair. Do you think he's stupid?"
"Then what brilliant idea do you have?" Zhong Kui's eyes turned cold.
"Walk in openly and honestly."
Qi Tongwei pointed at Ye Cunxin, who was touching up her lipstick, and said, "Why not use this ready-made bait? Why save it for the New Year? She's a top-tier tycoon from Beijing, and I'm her bodyguard. We'll take the money to gamble, cause trouble, and smash things up."
"Only when the water is muddied will the fish surface."
"Too risky." Zhong Kui frowned. "If we're exposed, there will be hundreds of guns pointed at us."
"Snapped!"
A sharp crack interrupted Zhong Kui's words.
Ye Cunxin slammed the black gold card heavily onto the greasy table.
She turned around, crossed her arms, and her stunning curves created a breathtaking arc. She looked at Zhong Kui, her chin slightly raised, reverting to her spoiled young lady persona.
"I'm the boss tonight."
Ye Cunxin said in a matter-of-fact, commanding tone, "If the boss says we'll go through the front door, then we'll go through the front door. As for that chimney-crawling job, you can do it yourself if you like, but don't bring my man along."
"Did you hear that?"
Qi Tongwei flicked his cigarette ash, a playful smile playing on his lips. "The boss has spoken."
Zhong Kui's deathly gray eyes swept over the two of them, and finally he shrugged and didn't refute them anymore.
"In that case, let's bring the equipment."
Just then, the lame butcher limped over. He was holding something that looked like diamond earrings in his hand.
"This is the latest bone conduction communicator, disguised as jewelry."
The butcher walked up to Ye Cunxin and said, "Miss Ye, let me help you put it on."
As he spoke, he stretched out his rough, large hand, pinched the earring, and brought it close to Ye Cunxin's earlobe.
Just as the butcher's fingers were about to touch the crystal-clear earlobe, his fingertips inadvertently brushed against the delicate skin on Ye Cunxin's neck.
It was truly unintentional.
But this caused the temperature in the room to drop to freezing point.
"Do you want to die?"