Invisible Security Guard Chapter 60 - 60 60 Cripple Her Hands

60: Chapter 60: Cripple Her Hands 60: Chapter 60: Cripple Her Hands “Bang–” A gunshot rang out.

The middle-aged woman was clearly a tough character; when she had the gun pressed against Yusuf Zuck’s forehead earlier, he could sense that if he made any sudden moves, she would not hesitate to blow his head off.

Hence, this woman was definitely not ordinary.

As Wen Shuai quickly moved toward her, the woman sitting on the sofa imdiately opened fire.

Yusuf Zuck shouted as he kicked at the door because at that mont, his mind was in a blur.

Jero Hart was not far from the woman, so could he really dodge the bullet?

However, what he kicked was an anti-theft door.

Although he had the strength of Superman, he was not a tank, and couldn’t breach an anti-theft door with one kick.

But after one kick, the anti-theft door was already deford.

Just as he was about to kick for the second ti, he suddenly stopped.

Through his telekinesis, he discovered that Jero Hart hadn’t been shot.

Instead, he had thrown sothing from his hand that hit the woman’s gun like a dart, knocking it away.

Then, Jero Hart quickly moved closer to the woman and delivered a significant blow with a bear hug slam.

Indeed, a bear hug slam, the kind where you lift and smash onto the ground.

The impact made the woman’s body bend, her eyes roll back, and blood flowed from her ears, nose, and the corners of her mouth.

Yusuf Zuck stood frozen inside the small room, thinking how the hell could Jero Hart be so powerful?

Even dodging bullets?

“Bang– Bang–” While Yusuf Zuck was still stunned, Jero Hart knocked down the other two n in black.

He used a pushing motion, as if blasting them with a current of air that sent them crashing into the wall and then sliding to the floor, their bodies limp as if their bones had all co apart, unable to stand.

Yusuf Zuck no longer continued to kick but stood inside, by the door, reaching into his pocket, he found a cigarette and lighter.

Jero Hart walked over to the sofa, picked up the gun from beneath it, and simultaneously turned to glance at the deford anti-theft door, saying with a smile, “Keep kicking.

It’s not opening normally now, you might as well kick it down.”

Through the door’s air vent, Yusuf Zuck glanced at Jero Hart and said, “A real man never shows off his prowess, impressive, really impressive.

But your arm’s alright?” By this ti, Yusuf Zuck had seen that although Jero Hart hadn’t been hit by bullets, his arm was still bleeding.

It must’ve been grazed by a bullet, causing a burn wound on his arm.

“I’m fine.” Jero Hart laughed and shook his head, “You’re pretty impressive yourself, kicking an anti-theft door like that.

No wonder…”

Speechless, Yusuf Zuck blew a ring of smoke and said, “Hurry up and help open the door, I was panicking just now, people get extra strong when they’re desperate.”

“Then keep that burst of energy going.

I saw that the door bolt outside is bent; it definitely won’t open, so keep kicking,” Jero Hart didn’t seem to have any intention to help Yusuf Zuck with the door, apparently wanting to see just how strong Yusuf Zuck could be when bursting with giant strength.

“Bang–” Sure enough, Yusuf Zuck didn’t waste any more words; he took a drag on his cigarette and gave the door a second kick.

“Bang– Bang–” After the third and fourth kicks, the anti-theft door cracked open and fell to the floor with a snap, and Yusuf Zuck stepped out, swiftly scanning the storeroom.

Jero Hart’s offensive power was formidable; four n in black and the woman still lay on the ground, unable to get up.

“What do we do now?” Jero Hart asked, holding the gun, “I’ve never dealt with this kind of situation before.”

“Nor have I, but why did you take her gun?

There are fingerprints.

Throw it away.”

“Oh.” Jero Hart imdiately tossed the gun onto the sofa.

“Wipe your fingerprints off before you throw it, how can you be so dumb?” Yusuf Zuck was exasperated but took the initiative to pick up the gun from the sofa, turned off the safety, and vigorously wiped the gun with his underwear.

“You’re quite the professional,” said Jero Hart in surprise.

“Learned it from TV; that’s how they do it on shows,” Yusuf Zuck said as he threw the gun back onto the sofa and then walked to a corner of the storeroom.

In that corner were a pile of tools, seemingly for car repairs, and among them was a hamr.

He picked up the hamr, turned back to the middle-aged woman, squatted beside her, and said, “Wen Shuai, co and help.”

“Oh.” Jero Hart curiously leaned over, and at the sa ti, he guessed what Yusuf Zuck was going to do.

However, intuitively, he believed that Yusuf Zuck was not going to kill.

“Help hold her arm down like this!” Yusuf Zuck demonstrated by grabbing the woman’s arm and then spreading her hand out on the ground.

At this point, the woman was conscious, but her ribs must have been broken, so she couldn’t stand up.

When Yusuf Zuck grabbed her arm, she resisted fiercely.

However, possibly because the pain in her chest was too intense, her strength wasn’t considerable.

“What are you going to do?” Jero Hart took over from Yusuf Zuck and really held down the woman’s hand.

“This woman handles guns; we can’t kill!” Yusuf Zuck explained while holding the hamr: “So disable her hands, and she’s unable to handle guns anymore.

Also, even if she wants revenge on us, she won’t have the chance.”

“Huuh~” As Yusuf Zuck was talking, he swung the hamr down on the woman’s right hand.

“No…” The woman scread in terror.

Indeed, as Yusuf Zuck had said, she was a gun handler, and specifically a right-handed shooter.

If her right hand was disabled, then she would beco useless, unable to do anything thereafter.

However, Yusuf Zuck did not stop, as he didn’t pity this kind of person.

To tell the truth, killing such a person wouldn’t even be too much.

But he couldn’t kill, so he had to use this thod to make the woman rember him for a lifeti.

“Bang~” As Jero Hart closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight, Yusuf Zuck’s hamr struck the woman’s fingers, pounding them three tis in a row, hitting all five fingers.

Flesh blurred with blood, truly a gory ss, the woman’s piercing screams of agony horrified the other four n in black to the point they nearly wet their pants.

The person they had captured turned out to be incredibly tough and ruthless.

He was indeed rciless, his eyes didn’t even blink as he swung down the hamr.

“Switch hands!” After smashing the right hand, Yusuf Zuck intended to smash the left as well.

“The left hand is unnecessary, isn’t it?

I saw her shooting with her right hand!” Jero Hart protested.

“If I tell you to hold her, you hold her.” Yusuf Zuck glared at Jero Hart before explaining: “So disabled people often beco obstinate.

Haven’t you seen in martial arts novels where the protagonist loses their right arm, spends ten years in bitter training, and then masters the left-hand sword or knife?”

“So if you’re going to disable, you should fully disable.

If her right hand is disabled, she would definitely find ways to train her left hand.

Therefore, I’m disabling both her hands to see if she can shoot with her feet!”

“Bang~ Bang~ Bang~” Yusuf Zuck struck three tis consecutively, and after the blows, the woman fainted from the pain.

“Alright, now it’s your turn, you four.

Who can tell , who sent you here?” While Yusuf Zuck had heard sothing about people from the capital coming to collect him before, clearly, this group wasn’t from the capital but locals.

“Big brother, we’re just working; it’s got nothing to do with us!” One of the four said, his face pale with fear, worrying that if their hands were disabled, they would be ruined!

“I asked you who sent you, didn’t ask if it’s your business.

Let’s start with you; are you going to talk or not?” Yusuf Zuck walked over with the blood-stained hamr in hand.