Cultivating through increasing my stats in America

The last person to get in the car, particularly savvy about seizing opportunities for merit, looked at the fellow in the backseat with a hood over his head. Without even wielding a weapon to hold Richard hostage, he calmly sat beside him and immediately fired a shot into his chest.

Having watched movies for many years, he always remembered one line: villains die from talking too much, and hesitation leads to defeat.

He was very satisfied with his own decisive shot, feeling that if the protagonists in movies had his kind of initiative, there wouldn’t even be any standoffs with guns drawn. I raise my hand, and it’s a shot—can you react to that?

The huge roar of the handgun was especially shocking in the enclosed cabin of the car.

Richard frowned, touching his ears, feeling that his deputy might have acted a bit too recklessly.

Five against two, with a clear advantage on our side, and moreover, the other party didn’t even draw their weapons—it’s possible they were preparing to discuss something, right?

With that shot, he made sure there was no turning back from this situation.

Seeming to understand the dissatisfaction in Richard’s eyes, the deputy quickly explained:

"It’s fine, we’ve gotten rid of one, and there’s still another one in front, enough for us to extract the information we need."

"Who did you say you got rid of?"

Listening to this deep voice, Richard’s heart clenched suddenly. He slowly turned his head toward Li Ang and realized that the one speaking was indeed the hooded man who had just had a hole shot through his chest.

He saw the man fiddling with the spot where he had been shot, and then he plucked out a slightly deformed bullet.