"vulgar!"
"What's your dream? What's your dream of wearing a trench coat and sunglasses and becoming a boss?!"
"I have thought about it." Xiao Huangmao over there was a little ashamed, "but fighting and killing is too dangerous for ordinary people like us. What if we bump into someone who knows martial arts again?"
"Is it important to know martial arts?"
Xiao Huangmao didn't answer, but the expression on the phone clearly said: Do you dare to touch your butt and say this?
Fang Duner, however, was full of confidence and moved the object in his other hand towards the camera.
"Did you see it? What is this?"
That object, a rusty iron pipe with a polished wooden support set on it, turned out to be a rustic gun, but it was very old, and I didn't know where it was from.
Fang Dun'er was extremely proud, as if he was holding some kind of treasure, and his voice was trembling.
"This is a gun!"
"shotgun"
Unexpectedly, Xiao Huangmao on the other side told the truth ruthlessly without giving any face.
Fang Duner was not happy anymore.
"What about a shotgun? A shotgun is not a gun."
"No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you can knock him down with one shot. Just wait, you want me to bump into that person again." He pointed the muzzle of the gun at the screen and made a "pop" sound with his mouth. "I want him to kneel on the ground and call daddy."
At this time.
"Fang Dun'er!"
Suddenly someone called him at the foot of the mountain.
"What?"
He yelled back at the top of his lungs.
"The man who poked your butthole yesterday was just caught by Manager Yang."
He was stunned at first, then overjoyed, and said excitedly to Xiao Huangmao:
"Just wait, I'll take a photo later. If I don't let him call me daddy today, I will cut my hair and go to school with you."
Before he finished speaking, Yamashita urged him again.
"Dun'er!"
He hung up the call and shot the gun.
"I'm coming!"
"get off."
"be honest!"
Li Changan was roughly pushed out of the van.
He remained silent, just looking around.
The parking area is in the middle of nowhere. Looking around, there are rolling hills. But this continuous trend stopped abruptly at the front of the road. In front, the skin and flesh of the mountains were cut away, revealing the pale "flesh and bones" underneath.
This is an abandoned quarry.
In the early years, there were many similar quarries in the area, both legal and illegal. If it was profitable, they would continue to dig. If it was not profitable, they would leave and leave, leaving only an empty place among the green mountains and green waters. of "sore spots".
But the one in front of me is different.
A large building was actually built against the stone wall. From the appearance of the building and the faint light coming from the windows, it was obvious that this building had been maintained. But the stone wall behind it has already been covered with moss and vines, so the mining has obviously stopped long ago.
The weirdness is obvious.
Li Changan secretly decided in his heart: It seems that this is it.
In fact, Li Changan and Yuan Xiaochuan had always had a vague guess about what happened to Bao Zhiyun and others. That is, the Hongmao Group must have a private prison near Qishui to detain and torture stubborn opponents. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain the sudden disappearance and change of confession of Bao Zhiyun and others.
In Fengshun Village, Li Changan accidentally learned some clues from Bao Xiaohui, and also discovered that Bao Chunhua was in chaos. At that time, the Taoist priest suddenly thought that instead of spending time investigating afterwards, why not let the people from Hongmao take the initiative to bring him over?
Now it seemed that the plan was going smoothly, but when he glanced down, he saw a pair of handcuffs locking his hands tightly. Glancing back again, I saw a dozen watermelon knives shining brightly in the carriage.
Play it by ear.
Li Changan was pushed and pushed into the innermost room of the building.
In front of you is a wide rock wall, with many one-meter-square grids cut out on it, and equipped with thick iron-covered doors, with serial numbers marked on them.
Some of these grids are open, some are tightly covered, and there are still faint sounds of
