"I'm here to rob people, damn!" Xia Weixin exclaimed.

"What should I do?" Zhao Ruihong looked left and right. He was looking for a sharp weapon that could be fought against.

"I'm going to cut the power off. The tall man ran towards the main switch of the power supply in the warehouse.

The tall man's alertness is here. In a huge warehouse, if the power supply is cut, the iron guy in the hands of the artist will not have an advantage.

"Damn, you still want to escape! Stop!" asked Ah Zhong, who was at the front, raised his gun and shouted.

The tall man didn't pay attention. Ah Zhong chased after him as fast as he could.

"Wu Jun, forget it!" Seeing that Ah Zhong was about to catch up with the tall man, Zhao Ruihong spoke. In this case, even if the tall man cuts the power supply, Ah Zhong can push the main gate up.

The tall man stopped.

Ah Zhong rushed to the tall man's side, without saying a word, he directly pointed the muzzle of the gun at the tall man's temple, "You run, damn it, you run again!"

The tall man pursed his lips and did not speak.

"Fuck you!" Ah Zhong raised his foot and pointed at the tall man's calf, "Go back obediently!"

At this time, the artist took Wang Zexuan and three others to rush to the side of the roller. Wang Zexuan and the other three people looked at one by one, and the iron guy in his hand had already bolted.

"Plate inch, board inch!" the artist cried. Then he glanced at Xia Weixin and them, "You, how can you be so cruel?"

Ah Zhong pressed the tall man over, and when he saw the appearance of the board, he immediately shouted: "Are you still human? Is this a human thing!"

"Isn't it done by people?" Xia Weixin said, "What are you doing?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Ah Zhong put the muzzle of the gun on Xia Weixin's chest, "Believe it or not, I'm going to fuck you?"

Xia Weixin had to shut up.

In this situation, Xia Weixin, who is well versed in the way of bastards, knows very well that it is possible to shoot anyone in the gang.

Because the appearance of the board is really stimulating.

Xia Weixin shut up, and others would not talk nonsense. The iron guys don't have long eyes, these people know it well.

After arguing with Ah Zhong for a while, the artist ordered the tall man to untie the rope that bound Ban Cuntou.

Ban Cuntou was about to make a move, but the artist changed his mind again, "I'll do it myself!"

The artist is afraid that the tall man will hurt the board.

The artist first gently pulled out the ten toothpicks inserted in the fingers of the board inchhead**, and then untied the ropes of the hands of the binding, then untied the ropes of the feet of the binding, and finally untied the rope of the body of the binding.

"Brother, you have suffered!" the artist lifted his head up, his eyes already hazy with tears.

Ah Zhong slammed his fist on the carriage of the road roller, grief and indignation.

"Brother Zhong, what are these people doing?" asked Wang Zexuan.

"Tie them all with these ropes!" commanded the artist.

"Yes. Wang Zexuan, the round-faced young man and the other young man immediately made a move, and in an instant, Xia Weixin and the other four people were tied up.

"You won't just let them go, will you? The round-faced young man said.

"Don't they like to use toothpicks? Aren't there still a lot of toothpicks that haven't been used up?" Ah Zhong said hatefully.

"Good. This is called treating others as they would have done their own thing. Wang Zexuan said excitedly.

", it's so crepe, it's to let them taste the feeling of picking meat in a snail shell. Another young man said.

"Anyway, it means something. Let's cooperate. Wang Zexuan put away the iron guy and picked up the toothpick holder that was thrown on the ground.

The young man picked up the hammer.

"Uh-huh. The head of the board leaning against the artist suddenly spoke.

The artist subconsciously touched the forehead of the board and exclaimed, "Damn, it's so hot!"

"It must have been a high fever. You need to get to the hospital immediately, boss!" said the round-faced young man.

"Let's go!" the artist commanded.

"It's so cheap for them?" Wang Zexuan angrily threw the toothpick holder on the ground.

The toothpick holder rolls on the ground.

"Who is Xia Weixin?" Ah Zhong suddenly asked.

"What are you going to do, Brother Zhong?" said the artist.

"Isn't this thing equipped with a muffler?" Ah Zhong shook the iron guy in his hand.

The artist nodded, "Give him a long memory." It can also be regarded as a bad breath for the board. ”

Ah Zhong walked up to Xia Weixin and asked again, "Which one is Xia Weixin?"

Xia Weixin was about to speak, but Zhao Ruihong took the lead and said aloud: "I'm Xia Weixin, what are you going to do?

"Fuck you!" Ah Zhong shot Zhao Ruihong in one of his knees.

"Ahh Zhao Ruihong was so painful that he knelt on one knee, and a cloud of blood mist appeared from his knee.

Xia Weixin bit his lower lip with his upper teeth and bit out a row of deep tooth marks.

......

on the van. The round-faced young man took the steering wheel.

Ban Cuntou sat in the middle seat, leaning on Wang Zexuan, moaning constantly.

The artist called Qi Dagen's phone, "Mr. Qi, people have been rescued." Xia Weixin: They didn't have any defense. ”

"So, Xia Weixin didn't expect me to kill me at all. "Qi Dagen sat in his living room answering the phone, holding a teacup in his hand.

"Xia Weixin is so hateful......" the artist gave a brief explanation of the situation, "Ban Cuntou is now having a high fever, his consciousness is not very clear, and he must be sent to the hospital immediately." ”

"This Xia Weixin is really ruthless. In this way, I contacted a private clinic again. You wait for me to call. With that, Qi Dagen was about to hang up the phone.

"Mr. Qi, wait. ”

"What else?"

"We shot Xia Weixin a new shot. The artist said.

"Oh, didn't I tell you to try not to make a big deal out of it?"

"We slammed on his knee. It's really infuriating. ”

"That's nothing, as long as it doesn't kill anyone. Qi Dagen said in a soothing tone.

"Mr. Qi, is Xia Weixin only in his thirties?" the artist asked.

"How is it possible? Xia Weixin is already in his forties. He had a scar on his face, which was very eye-catching. ”

"Click, then we're the wrong person. The artist hung up.

The people in the car were all surprised.

"I didn't expect Xia Weixin to have such a loyal person around him!" Ah Zhong sighed.

......

Xia Wei's new Maybach. Chao Hang sat in the driver's seat and drove.

Xia Weixin and Zhao Ruihong sat in the back seat.

"Ruihong, why are you so stupid to block the gun for me?" Xia Weixin had tears in his eyes.

"They're crazy. Zhao Ruihong endured the pain and said.

"They're crazy, you can't be so stupid. If something happens to you, how can I face your old father?"

"Xia Dong, the main thing is that the group has just improved now, and at this critical time, you can't have an accident. If you have three long and two short, then the problem is big. Big deal you put a fake knee on me. Zhao Ruihong grinned.

"Brother, I will keep you in mind. Xia Weixin couldn't say how moved.