How many powerful people end up disastrous because they have lost themselves, and many of them have unwittingly gone to the madness of final destruction.

Zhang Nan has actually embarked on this road a long time ago, but it is only because of his rich social experience that he subconsciously maintains a cautious heart with grassroots background, so he did not fall too deep.

When the grassroots are developed, they will act recklessly and can't see themselves clearly?

Wrong, at least most people don't!

The grassroots, or almost all the grassroots with rich experience, will have a trace of paranoia of victimization, and the higher they climb, the less courageous they will become, and they will be on guard against danger at any time.

Although the grassroots vitality is tenacious, it is too poor, the root system is inherently underdeveloped, and it is so poor that the old man can step into the mud with any foot!

There is always awe, vigilance, and even unconscious defense, so Zhang Nan is still alive and well until this time.

If you can't mess with it, you won't mess with it, and if you can deal with it, you have to think about whether it will cause trouble that endangers you.

No trouble?

That's good, it doesn't count if you are trampled to death, even the roots will be pulled out for you, and you won't be given a chance to turn over!

This is Zhang Nan, who was born from the grassroots, is always on guard at all times, and can stab his opponent dozens of times when necessary.

Zhang Nan has never had the experience of stabbing people in his two lives, it's not that he doesn't dare, he won't, it's just that he didn't need to do this.

Therefore, the grassroots is poor, but it is the most tenacious, it may not be able to shake the real behemoth, but for the strong of the general nature, when they are crazy and fight for their own cheap lives, they can also take the lives of others!

The grassroots have become tycoons, and the heart of awe and vigilance is still there, although the "heart of God" of this will-dan suddenly burst out, but the nature of human nature has made Zhang Nan's brain extremely sober and see the essence of the mentality, and bad things have become good things.

It is much more effective for the unconscious to become a sober understanding, or self-discovery, than to be mentioned by others, and it is difficult to become unaware of who you are in the future.

Self-discovery, this is a good thing for Zhang Nan, but not for some people!

A group of big men were so gloomy that they rushed to the bullshit school, and the men and women who were still queuing at the entrance on the first floor immediately dispersed.

The result was not successful, and Andre, who took the lead, pointed at the baseball bat in his hand: "Squat down, whoever runs and kills who!"

Because of the lifting of his hand, one of the holsters around his waist was also exposed.

Well, the Red Devil is accustomed to carrying two pistols on such occasions to facilitate the fastest possible shot in any situation.

Andre knew that the beast in him had escaped, and he didn't have to be completely calm at all times this time, as he had been years ago, and he could indulge as he pleased.

The boss had to indulge, saying that he would bring all the Americans and Russians who were working here, and that the women who had come to learn the detached dance that Andrew hated, and the people who accompanied them, should not run away, and the boss might want to enjoy the pleasure of being a referee for a while.

Yes, Andre has already noticed the change in Zhang Nan's thinking, but he doesn't think that the boss will go crazy because of this incident: with his strength, he will go crazy soon, and this time is just a small adjustment in life.

The two demon kings in the red devils, all-powerful, the kind of expert who has studied psychology!

More than 20 people surrounded more than 10 people at the door, and the women panicked, but they didn't dare to scream, and the group of people who came were so frightened that they didn't dare to call blindly, so they could only squat down honestly.

As for the men, the three men who accompanied the women reacted a little slowly and were directly hit with sticks, and one young man tried to slip away, but was put to the head with a pistol pulled out by a peripheral bodyguard.

"Try one!"

"Ahh

The man screamed miserably, and his leg was beaten with a stick, and he couldn't run away if he wanted to run for the time being.

Life is not good, or I want to live a better life, but I accompany my family to learn this, it is better to take a knife and become a robber myself.

Don't be cheeky, the thieves who shout "I'll steal a motorcycle to support you" are 100 times more than these wasters!

It's 93 years now, and the bodyguards don't know that stealing the battery car in 20 years is called slippery.

The treatment of the two men in their thirties who registered, distributed school publicity materials, and boasted about the employment rate was even worse, and they were not given a chance to open the unit, and they were directly beaten by baseball bats and golf clubs first!

Very skilled, I didn't hit the skull with all the sticks - not to mention that the titanium golf club head can easily open the sunroof when knocked on the skull, and the aluminum baseball bat can make people nauseous and dizzy!

In the blink of an eye, a stick went down, and the door was done, and a large group of people rushed in, leaving a few people to look at the dozen or so people who were squatting, and by the way continued to beat one of them who shouted loudly.

"I'm an American, I'm an American citizen, you can't do this!ah~ You..."

English, which will not be in half-baked Russian.

Ivanovich didn't use the stick in his hand to kick the man who was already half-lying on the ground, "It's useless for you fucking - it's a Martian, just beat you scum of American imperialism!"

I'm not afraid of scolding, the few who stayed at the door were all Russians, and besides, the boss ordered to beat the Americans before bringing them over, even if the boss heard it, it would be fine.

The boss is an American citizen, but even the outside guys know that he is not American.

Ivanovich was really angry, even more angry than Andrei and the others - not only because his own house was next to him, and he was worried that such a school would teach his own children badly, but also because of an incident that happened in the home of an old subordinate.

Ivanovich was a captain and commander of a mechanized infantry company in Afghanistan, and like many grassroots Soviet officers who served in Afghanistan many times, he had friends and subordinates who died in that barren land.

Some of those people are married, dragged their families, and many of them still live in the dormitories of their families in the barracks, and they are basically living a very difficult life.

A month's pension is not enough for a meal!

Some time ago, he and his lover went to the house of Amazas, a former old and good friend of the sergeant squad leader who died in Afghanistan, to deliver something.

Amazas's widow was very beautiful, so every time he went to her house, Ivanovich would call his wife, and she liked the two princess-like daughters of her husband's old subordinates and good friends.

Most of the men in the barracks were single, and everyone wanted to sleep with the widow, but she was adamant about not doing it, preferring to wash the dishes in the army cafeteria.

The last time I went there was a weekend, and the Russian army here had fallen and was actually watching striptease in the barracks, which was held in the open space between the two dormitory buildings.

After sending things and sitting down for a while, he left, and when he went downstairs, it was probably just after the high tide of the Yi dance performance, and Ivanovich saw the 7-year-old daughter of the old subordinate excitedly squeezing out of the gap in the crowd watching the Yi dance, and shouted to him: "Uncle Ivan, I want to dance striptease when I grow up!"

At that moment, Ivanovich wanted to find a machine gun and beat the birdfighters in the inner and outer three layers, as well as the dancing people inside, into a hornet's nest!

Kill them all, leave no one!

He was very sad, thinking that the widow of a good friend who sent him and his lover down and called his daughter back by the way would be even more sad, there is no shame in Russia anymore!

Last week's sadness turned into the tyranny of this meeting, and from the feeling of feedback from the booted feet, I knew that the ribs of this kid lying on the ground should have been kicked two or three by himself.

I really want to smash the scumbag of this scumbag with a slinger from the bastard's hand, but I just hold back!

This is a big court, and it's not good to kill someone on the spot.

"Look at the gang smashing, Sasha, give me your stick!"

As he spoke, he handed the stick to his colleague on the side, took a golf club from the man's hand, and turned around and went upstairs aggressively.

The stick is too short, and it is not good to knock people.

There is a breath in the chest, you have to send it out to feel good, count those bastards on the head are unlucky today!

Ivanovich will want to hit someone, and he will not beat someone to death!

"Oh, oh, oh" went upstairs, the glass of the double door on the third floor had been smashed, the reception desk inside was still there, and a young woman was squatting in the corner trembling.

There were a few drops of blood on the ground, probably not this woman's, she should not be hurt, she was just warned, or simply frightened.

There was a pig-killing man's scream, ignoring the woman who had shrunk into a ball, and Ivanovich strode inside.

Originally a community cultural center, the original propaganda murals on the walls are now mixed with the new posters that make it a sight to behold.

There's an office and a dance studio for people to practice dancing, good guys, this floor-to-ceiling glass dance studio has become a torture room!

Thirty or so young women of different heights stood in a row in front of the mirror wall, watching in horror as a dozen big men beat up a few people lying on the half-lying wooden floor.

The swing door on the other side was slammed open, and Ivanovich saw the man named Valentin and another unnamed bodyguard enter, each dragging a disheveled man by the hair.

With one hand, he not only grabbed his hair, but also pressed his right hand, which was being controlled.

This is the way that the guys in the Ministry of Internal Affairs used to like to deserve people, either pulling the hair or pinching the back of the neck with one hand, and with a little force, you can abolish the arm joints of the controlled!

Savagely dragged to the middle, kicked his left calf horizontally, and the screams sounded again, and Ivanovich, who was watching this scene, couldn't say whether he was happy or felt a little cruel, anyway, his face felt slightly numb.

Refreshing!

Even if the bones of the left legs of the two unlucky guys continue, the ligaments will be torn!

Fierce, cruel!

"These two boys are hiding behind and inspecting the goods, Yankee, the door is still closed, two look at four, damn!"

As soon as Valentin's hand was released, the person in his hand fell like this, holding his calf and howling miserably, tears and snot flowed out uncontrollably.

Any dance school has to be interviewed, and it's the same in this hellish place, at least you have to look at it all over your body, as for whether there are other flowers...

It seems that there is.

Andrei looked at the fifth and sixth men who had been reorganized, and said in English: "Don't you know that you can't open a special business in Moscow 500 meters away from an ordinary school?"

As he spoke, he kicked one of the men, "Tell me, how far is that elementary school diagonally across the street!"

Hearing this, Ivanovich, who was originally full of tyrannical emotions not far away, almost couldn't help but burst out laughing!