Richest Rag-picker

Chapter 344: Chapter 325: Unlucky Wolz (Part 2)

He believed Qi Xiaotian’s move to shield him wasn’t just a random action; he must have sensed danger.

Sure enough, just as Fang Chenyi was pulling out the golden Desert Eagle...

BANG!

A loud gunshot rang out.

Fang Chenyi’s pupils constricted, and he instinctively raised the Desert Eagle in his hand.

But to his confusion, neither Qi Xiaotian nor Liu Yishou had fired. They simply stood shielding him, guns in hand, staring across at the other men with strange expressions.

Just then, a series of agonized howls reached Fang Chenyi’s ears.

’Huh? What’s going on? That’s definitely not one of our guys. So who fired? All of our guns, except for the one in my hand, are fitted with silencers.’

Across from them, David Rogers had also been startled by the gunshot. He inwardly cursed Wolz. ’That fucking idiot, why’d he fire early?!’

’I’m still right under their noses! If they open fire, I’m done for!’ For a moment, he wasn’t sure if he should move.

’If I stay still, they might not shoot. But the moment I move, their bullets will definitely fly my way.’

’Judging by how the last five men were all shot in the forehead, the two guys across from me are without a doubt experts.’

But just as he finished his rapid mental calculation, he heard another series of agonized howls from Wolz behind him.

For a second, David Rogers was completely baffled. ’What the hell is going on? Didn’t he fire the shot? How come they’re totally fine, but he’s the one screaming his head off? Don’t tell me he screwed up and shot himself?’

Still baffled, David Rogers noticed the two pistols aimed at him hadn’t fired. He instinctively turned to look at Wolz behind him.

The sight left David Rogers even more stupefied.

Wolz was on the ground, clutching his ass and writhing in agony. A pool of blood was already spreading out beneath him.

After staring blankly for a moment, he instinctively asked:

"Wolz, what the fuck are you doing?"

BANG!

Just then, another gunshot rang out. Wolz let out another piercing scream as his hand shot away from his rear, sending a blood-soaked pistol flying a good distance away.

It clattered onto the floor.

Seeing this, and recalling that the gunshot seemed to have come from the guy’s lower back, Fang Chenyi felt a sudden chill run up his own backside. He instinctively clenched. ’Thank God I listened to Qi Xiaotian and Liu Yishou,’ he thought, ’and didn’t stick the loaded Desert Eagle in my waistband.’

’This was a prime example right in front of him.’

That was it. By now, everyone understood what had happened. The gun in Wolz’s waistband must have gone off and shot him right in the ass...

David Rogers, of course, knew exactly what had happened. After seeing his signal, Wolz must have tried to draw his weapon, but in his nervousness, he’d fired it while it was still in his pants.

As for the second shot, it was obvious. The gun must have gone off again while he was writhing on the floor.

At this thought, while silently cursing Wolz for his stupidity, David Rogers couldn’t help but clench his own rear. He also made a silent vow to never, ever carry a gun in his back waistband.

"Heh, David, your man is quite a character," Fang Chenyi said, unable to resist a bit of teasing. "Go check on his injuries. Oh, right. First, take out your gun."

He had no intention of killing David Rogers yet. ’I need him to gather his men and help me take over this cruise ship.’

’Otherwise, the takeover could get messy.’

Hearing Fang Chenyi’s words, David Rogers hastily moved to take the pistol out from his coat, but Qi Xiaotian suddenly barked:

"Don’t move! Get up, walk to the wall, and put your hands over your head! Face the wall!"

As he shouted, Liu Yishou, pistol in hand, was already advancing cautiously.

He first used his foot to nudge the pistol Wolz had thrown, aiming its muzzle at the man still rolling on the floor. Then, he stomped one foot down on the gun to hold it in place. With a quick tap from his other foot, followed by a light kick, the magazine popped out.

He pinned the magazine with his foot, then flicked it over to Qi Xiaotian.

But he wasn’t done. He adjusted the angle of his foot on the pistol, and with a stomp that was hard to follow, a BANG echoed out. Wolz, still on the floor, let out another shriek as blood gushed from his thigh.

Having cleared the chambered round, he lifted his foot again and kicked the empty pistol over to Qi Xiaotian.

The entire sequence took no more than three to five seconds. Fang Chenyi realized it was about as fast as simply bending over to pick up the gun.

’That must be why he didn’t bother picking it up by hand.’

This display of skill left everyone except Qi Xiaotian stunned. Fang Chenyi couldn’t help but wiggle his own foot, then glanced at the pistol in his hand. ’I really don’t get it,’ he thought. ’Ejecting the magazine with your foot is one thing, but how the hell do you fire it?!’

At that moment, Qi Xiaotian, who was standing in front of him, smiled and explained in a low voice to Fang Chenyi:

"Even though the magazine was out, there was still a round in the chamber. Liu Yishou was worried it might hit a wall and ricochet, hurting one of us. That’s why he put it into that unlucky bastard."

Fang Chenyi nodded. He didn’t dwell on that part of it. Nodding again, he asked in Chinese:

"I’m curious. How did Yishou fire it with his foot?"

Hearing this, Qi Xiaotian kept his gun trained on David Rogers, who was now against the wall with his hands up as Liu Yishou searched him. He uttered a few words: "It’s a single-action pistol."

The explanation meant nothing to Fang Chenyi; he had no idea what a single-action pistol was.

As if sensing Fang Chenyi’s confusion, Qi Xiaotian kept his eyes fixed forward but used his right foot to slide the pistol on the floor over to Fang Chenyi. He then continued to explain:

"’Single-action mode’ means the hammer has to be cocked back into the ready position before the trigger can fire it. It’s just a type of firing mechanism. A moment ago, Liu Yishou just kicked the gun’s hammer to make it fire."

At this, Fang Chenyi finally understood. ’So that’s how it works. I was wondering how you could pull a trigger with your foot. Turns out he just kicked the hammer.’

’That must be related to how the first guy’s gun went off by accident, too.’

Looking at the blood-stained pistol on the ground, Fang Chenyi thought for a moment, then grabbed a handful of tissues from a box on the desk. He bent down, picked up the gun with the tissues, opened his satchel, and tossed it inside without a second thought.

’No sense letting a good thing go to waste.’

[Host has picked up one dilapidated TT-1930 pistol. System reward: $900. The reward has been deposited into the Host’s bank account. Please check for receipt.]

Hearing the notification in his mind, Fang Chenyi was speechless. ’A pistol worth only ninety bucks? These guys really are cheapskates...’

Shaking his head, he looked up and spotted a palm-sized trinket on the office desk, glittering under the lights. His satchel was still open, so he casually tossed it inside.

[Host has picked up one ornament made of broken, pasted-on diamonds. Activating special System reward...]

P.S. Thanks to Miss ’TLDN006’ for the 999 and 588 book coin tips!