stjorthotic Chapter 103 Hell Detective and Assassin 47
Chapter 103 Hell Detective and Assassin 47
What kind of clothes are more suitable for an elegant yet kind villain?
Wearing a hospital gown and slippers, Li Wei walked through the rainy night in Miami, pondering this question very seriously.
However, he hasn't decided yet.
His fragmented memories left him somewhat uncertain.
But the rain will not stop.
The little creatures playfully patted him, soaking his blue and white striped hospital gown, clinging tightly to him. The feeling of constriction made Li Wei feel like he was wearing prison clothes.
The plastic slippers were filled with water, making Li Wei make a "plop" sound with every step he took, as if he were wearing duck shoes, which was quite comical.
This made Li Wei feel somewhat irritated, because he felt that he had completely lost his "prestige".
Until a series of "beep beep beep!" sounds came from behind.
The voice carried a hint of impatience, like a human waving their hand to shoo away flies.
That's very impolite.
Li Wei turned around.
A dark, flat-bottomed car was following behind him, honking its horn incessantly.
Li Wei didn't remember what brand the horse on the hood, standing on its two hind legs, was, but he did remember that this flat shape was exclusive to sports cars.
Sports cars are usually very expensive, and their owners are usually... also very wealthy.
money?
Ok……
Li Wei felt he would need money.
So he walked towards the sports car, bent down, and knocked on the window.
He planned to ask why the other person kept honking at him when he was clearly walking on the sidewalk and not blocking their way.
If he didn't answer well, Li Wei felt he could rob the other party.
Of course, if the answer is good, he will move on to the next target.
In those fragmented memories, Li Wei recalled doing this kind of thing quite often.
However, it seems that I haven't gotten into any trouble because of this, so there's nothing wrong with doing so.
After the other party rolled down the car window, they gave a perfect answer before Li Wei could even speak.
"Yellow-skinned pig! You really should tie your braids and get out of America! There's no pig trough for you here!"
Oh! What vicious words! Absolutely rude!
This is really...fantastic!
Seeing that the other party seemed very impatient, Li Wei decided to skip the "polite formalities" of greeting his mother and get straight to the point.
Li Wei's iron-like hands reached directly into the car and, amidst the screams of his female companion in the passenger seat, pulled her out of the car window.
But the guy who was dragged out wasn't scared; he was only angry.
"You dare touch me? Die! You yellow-skinned pig!"
The next moment, the other party pulled out a pistol from his lower back and pressed it against Li Wei's head.
Li Wei didn't care, because although the other party's words were vicious, the trembling gun barrel and the safety not being released seemed to be loudly telling Li Wei—this guy was simply an arrogant fool who probably had never even killed a chicken.
However, the gun instantly caught Li Wei's attention.
It was a custom-made titanium gray M1911.
Without even touching it, Li Wei could tell from his eyes that it was made of carbon fiber, inlaid with silver wire, and titanium gray PVD.
The gun was like a piece of meteorite iron polished by time—silent, cold, and deadly.
The intricate black rose carvings on the slide made Li Wei feel... that the gun seemed to be confessing its love to him.
You are the devil, and you belong to me, a mysterious love.
This is the meaning of the black rose.
"Lilith..."
Li Wei subconsciously called out the name of Adam's first wife in the myth.
He felt that this was the name of the gun.
The guy pinned to the ground continued to yell and shout, but he didn't release the safety switch, and Li Wei wasn't listening at all.
He now has only one thought in his mind—to have her!
So Li Wei did just that.
He freed one hand, gripped the sleeve, and pushed it forward.
The sudden force caused the other person's hand, which was holding the gun, to rise uncontrollably.
Then, as Li Wei gripped the gun tightly, he twisted it in the opposite direction of the other man's joint.
The sudden, sharp pain caused the other person to instinctively let go.
Li Wei also took the opportunity to release his hand.
As the slide recoiled and the gun was chambered, Li Wei reached out with one hand, grabbed the handle of the gun engraved with a horse, turned the muzzle, released the safety, and aimed at the opponent's forehead.
The whole process was completed in one go, taking less than two seconds.
The other person immediately shut up and raised their hands, while the female companion in the passenger seat let out a loud scream.
However, at this moment, Li Wei discovered something else that interested him.
That guy's clothes.
A long black trench coat, black trousers, and black lace-up leather shoes.
He wore a crisp white shirt under his trench coat and a burgundy tie.
A black automatic buckle belt was tied around her waist, and there was a logo that looked like "HR" on the buckle.
This outfit... is pretty good.
Moreover, the other person's build seemed to be similar to mine.
"Take off your clothes."
Li Wei gave the order, and the female companion in the passenger seat readily complied and began to take off her clothes.
The driver looked humiliated, but didn't dare utter a single word.
Li Wei looked up at the sky shrouded in dark clouds with a sense of helplessness.
Why are there so many idiots in this world?
He had no choice but to push the gun forward and press it against the driver's head.
I told you to take your clothes off.
The driver and his female companion were both taken aback.
Then, the female companion cast a sympathetic look at the driver, but she didn't dare to utter a single word.
The driver's expression instantly became complicated.
Besides humiliation, there was also fear and sorrow.
However, with trembling hands, he finally unbuckled his belt and took off his trousers.
She even cooperated by turning over and biting her trench coat sleeve with tears streaming down her face.
Hey! Don't get your drool on my coat!
Li Wei said with considerable dissatisfaction.
Then, he couldn't wait any longer and started to take off his clothes himself.
Efficiency increased immediately.
Just one minute later, the driver was stripped down to only his socks and underwear.
Li Wei changed into this outfit in less than thirty seconds.
After he bent down and fastened his bag with one hand, he stood up and took two steps.
Hmm, it fits surprisingly well, almost like it was tailor-made.
Then, Li Wei bent down and looked at himself in the rearview mirror.
Because he disliked having his neck constricted, Li Wei left his collar unbuttoned.
For the same reason, the tie was also hanging loosely around his neck.
Combined with his face, which still showed signs of recovering from a serious illness, Li Wei looked somewhat dejected.
But Li Wei thought it was fantastic, that it really had that "elegant yet kind villain" feel.
He even felt that he could now replace Keanu Reeves in Constantine.
However, this was just his own opinion.
In the eyes of the driver and his female companion, Li Wei's current appearance—where he even "looks in the mirror" while staring at other people's heads with a gun—made him look more like a bald assassin with a barcode on the back of his head.
And it's a mentally ill version.