Wind Rises in Dragon City

Remember【】for a second!

In front of the gate of the Gui family compound, Old Hei looked at Shapi in front of him with helplessness and aggrieved eyes, and he could only follow the other person's words and reply: "I...our people are not yet complete."

"Fuck." Sharpei scolded with a very cautious expression. After turning his head and looking around, he immediately opened the side door of the van and bent over to sit on it.

As he was driving, sweating on his bald forehead, he reminded Lao Hei in a low voice: "He...why did he come up?"

"Snapped!"

After Shapi got into the car, he was really furious. He sat in the back seat and slapped Lao Hei on the back of his head: "I told you all, there is a family meeting tonight, the old man A lot of people will come over, and there are eyeliners inside and outside the house, I ask you to call me before you come, don’t you understand? You even drive a car around the main entrance, driving you crazy!”

Old Hei's head was almost swollen. He moved his right hand to his waist in a subtle way, and looked back at Shapi in the middle seat: "You talk as soon as you talk, don't do it?"

"Do you know who I am? Do you know me??" Sharpei thought that the other party didn't know him, so he raised his eyebrows and asked.

Old Hei really didn't know him, because it was Lao Hei's other brother who was watching in the crematorium building, and that man was still watching Xue Pingan, and he hadn't come over at all. In addition, in the photo given by Su Tianyu, it is impossible to have a person named Shapi, so Lao Hei has no idea who he is, let alone this silly bastard, why he just got into the car.

"What are you looking at?! Driving!" Shapi turned his head and glanced around and roared.

"To...or not to drive?" The bald man sat in the driver's seat and asked Old Hei with confused eyes.

"Where are you going?" Old Hei asked Sharpei after holding back for a long time.

"Go forward and make a detour." Sharpei looked around and urged.

"Listen to him." Old Hei ordered to the bald head.

The car started, and Sharpei sat on the middle seat and asked, "How many of you are there?"

"How many people do you care about? As long as they can do something." Lao Hei didn't know what the other party was doing, so he didn't dare to answer with a certain number. But he is a professional killer after all, his reaction speed is different from ordinary people, and his answers are very smart.

"Snapped!"

Sharpei was quite irritable, and he patted Old Hei on the head in a fit of anger: "You are so arrogant, you still talk to me?! Let me tell you, it will be because of some bad things of you tonight." Yes, I will kill you!"

Old Hei clenched his fists, endured the confusion and anger in his heart, and finally did not make a move, because he could hear from the other party's words that this silly bird with blue hair seemed to have a high status. Moreover, this place is too close to Gui's house. If you do anything in the car, if there is a commotion, it will be over for you.

"Hurry up!" Sharpei urged, loosening his collar.

In the front row, a middle-aged man with a bald head was driving the car, his heart was beating loudly. He could be regarded as a gangster who had traveled across the southern part of Laomo and the surrounding areas for many years, but this was the first time he encountered such a thing in his work. , I was a little nervous for a while.

On the co-pilot, Old Hei was very upset, because whoever suddenly had such blue hair would be confused. But years of stepping on a tightrope career have allowed him to develop a very strong psychological quality and on-the-spot response.

It is impossible to have a perfect plan in this line of work, just as it is impossible to have smooth sailing every day in life. Sudden events and accidental events often occur, so don't panic at this time, because if you panic, it will all be over.

Lao Hei was considering whether to do it or not, so he made a sharpie directly in the car, maybe the plan can continue. But the good thing is that after Shapi got into the car by himself, he sat in the middle seat, and there was a car seat between the two of them. If Lao Hei did it with a knife, it would be very difficult to stab each other to death. And if the other party wants a gun, or yells in response, it will be troublesome. And doing it with a gun is even more nonsense. Once the gun is fired, it's all over.

Lao Hei's forehead was sweating, and when he thought about it carefully, Sharpei shouted again: "Turn left."

The bald man swallowed, put his right hand on the handbrake, turned his head and gave Old Hei a look.

Lao Hei has cooperated with the bald head many times, and he instantly understood the meaning of the other party.

Suddenly braking, using inertial force to make Sharpei's body lose its position, the two suddenly turned backwards and killed each other with a knife.

Lao Hei thought about it carefully, and the car had already turned a corner and arrived at the back of Gui's villa.

The bald head glanced at Old Hei again, who nodded decisively at him, and touched the military thorn with his right hand from the scabbard around his waist.

At this moment, Sharpei suddenly lowered the window on the right side of the middle seat, poked his head outside and shouted, "Open the back door!"

At the entrance of the backyard, two men standing beside the iron gate smoking a cigarette turned their heads and looked over.

Seeing this, Lao Hei immediately shook his head at the bald middle-aged man.

The bald man wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm, and drove to the back door.

"Brother Shapi, what's the matter?"

"Pick up two friends, open the door." Sharpei replied easily.

"Okay." The young man at the door held the remote control, let go of the electric iron gate, and said, "This gate will be open. There will be too many people coming, and we have to park in the backyard."

"Well, it's time for dinner." Sharpei replied, retracted his head and directed at the bald head: "Drive!"

In this way, the car drove into the courtyard, drove forward for about seven or eight hundred meters, turned several turns, and finally came to a dilapidated second floor.

Shapi got out of the car, turned his head and glanced around and ordered: "Park the car next to the building, come down quickly, hurry up!"

Hearing this, Lao Hei picked up his canvas bag and winked at the bald head.

The two parked their car next to the building, opened the door and walked down.

"Come in," Sharpei waved at Lao Hei: "Hurry up!"

Lao Hei and the bald head exchanged glances, followed Sharpei into the second floor.

The door of this room was not locked, and the room smelled of decay and damp, and it was inexplicably gloomy, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Sha Belt led the two of them into the house, and closed the door directly: "People have died in this building. Usually no one comes here, and no one lives there. Now it's a warehouse."

"...Yeah!" Lao Hei nodded and glanced around.

"What do you think about riding a horse?!" Shapi frowned and scolded at Old Hei: "Don't be an idiot, your people will come here later, and you have to stay here. When the banquet is over in the evening, I will give you a seat." , you just work. You must remember that when people come, I will go out to pick them up, so you don't show up, understand?"

Old Hei nodded: "Understood."

The bald head looked at the other party, and asked in a low voice: "No one will come here?"

"You don't understand? Didn't I tell you that someone died in this house, and no one would come here normally." Sharpei replied impatiently: "Just stay here, don't go anywhere, Did you hear me!"

"Understood." Lao Hei took two steps to the side, and glanced at the second floor along the stairs.

"You are calling Xue Ping'an and asking him to arrange the people on the outside. If the courtyard is shocked and the arrangements are not made, the people outside will have to make up for it." Sharpei ordered.

"I don't call ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Old Hei back.

Sharpei was taken aback for a moment: "Ah? What are you talking about? I asked you to call!"

"I said, I won't fight."

"What do you mean?" Sharpei looked at the other party inexplicably: "Are all the members of your Xue family crazy? What are you talking about?!"

"I won't fight!" Lao Hei replied persistently.

"I am Nima, you are arrogant! What are you going to do?"

"I don't even know Xue Pingan, how can I fight?!" Old Hei replied with squinting eyes.

Looking at the two people in front of him, Sharpei suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Snapped!"

When Lao Hei moved, the bald head who was ready, hugged Sharpei from the side, covered his mouth, and at the same time held the knife in his right hand, and directly forced his neck with the edge of the blade.

"Crack! Crack!"

Lao Hei punched Shapi's cheek four or five times in a row: "Silly b! How about using my head as a bouncy ball? This slap...!"