Crunch!

After the Wuling van slowed down, it stopped with one foot on the brakes, and then saw the black shirt and the right hand wrapped around the chain lock got out of the car, standing at the rear of the car, and sneered at the Land Rover.

Han Zheng on the Land Rover didn't dare to hit it directly, but the millet grains were still in the car, so he also stepped on the brakes to stop, and then got out of the car.

The black shirt frowned, because Han Zheng was not the person he was looking for, and someone had shown him a photo of Chen Mo before.

"Who are you?" said the black shirt, this time in English.

Han Zheng's English level is not high, but a simple conversation is still okay, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the van: "You don't care who I am, let the people go, I'll let you go." ”

"What is your relationship with Chen Mo?" asked the black shirt again.

Han Zheng didn't answer, and said again: "Release people." ”

The black shirt didn't say more, but slowly raised his arm, and then raised his middle finger.

In his mind, the Korean nation is the first in the world, so no matter which country's people, he looks down on them very much, and the arrogance of Koreans is not groundless, it is related to their country's national conditions and propaganda.

Obviously backward to death, but boasting all day long, not only the people, but also the country, which makes Koreans have the mentality of being the first in the world of labor and capital, and it is not pleasing to anyone.

For example, the South Korean men's basketball team, doesn't there be a center called something, and once again in the Asian Championships, they threatened to beat the Chinese team led by Wang Zhizhi. But as a result, the South Korean team was blown up at the beginning, and the South Korean center who broke the sky was pressed and beaten by Wang Zhizhi all over the field, and finally lost by 20 points.

Another example is a boxer named Kim Shiji, who was even more arrogant in the ring before the game, but was knocked out by a Chinese player in the game.

This is a Korean, who has no real ability to blow a cow to death, and even insists on saying that some non-cultural material heritage of other countries is his own country, which is really shameless.

However, at this time, the black shirt's contempt for Han Zheng had to make Han Zheng pay attention to it.

Because he could feel a fierce murderous aura, especially when he saw a few scars on the neck of the black shirt, Han Zheng's eyes were even more involuntarily beating violently.

Seeing it, this black shirt is a ruthless person.

If you want to say that you are not stunned, it is false, but Han Zheng still dared to say: "Let the people go, I can let you leave here, otherwise, the consequences are not something you can bear." ”

"Really?"

The black shirt sneered again, and when the smile disappeared, his eyes shone brightly, and then he ran towards Han Zheng in three steps and two steps.

"Damn, fight!"

Han Zheng was also the number one person back then, holding the car key in the palm of his right hand, and the key poked out the tip from between the index and middle fingers, not retreating but advancing.

But before he could react, a white shadow flashed in front of him, and the chain lock was thrown directly on his side face, Han Zheng immediately fell to the ground, and the side face instantly rose up at a speed visible to the naked eye, at this time Han Zheng was already unconscious, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, in fact, two of his teeth were also smashed out.

The black shirt that took back the chain lock, looked at Han Zheng who fell to the ground speechlessly and shook his head, thinking that it would be difficult to entangle, but he never thought that he would not take a round in his hand, stepped forward to search his body, and took out his mobile phone, wallet and other items from Han Zheng's pocket.

After turning around and about to leave, he suddenly heard the sound of an engine roaring behind him, accompanied by shouting.

Hearing this, a lot of people came, the black shirt frowned, and from a distance, he saw more than a dozen teenagers on motorcycles coming from a distance.

The black shirt did not panic, because on this kind of road, the van can't outrun the motorcycle, and sooner or later the other party will be able to catch up, and the other party is a group of boys, and the number of people does not mean that the power is heavy, and the black shirt has the confidence to walk and pass, so that they can follow in the footsteps of Han Zheng.

The first is the seventeen or eighteen boy, more than a dozen motorcycle enthusiasts around him, all of them are his younger brothers, they set up a motorcycle club called Dick Burst, he is the boss, before Han Zheng hit his house, he notified the younger brothers in the WeChat group to rush over for reinforcements.

These little brothers are from nearby villages, and he is chasing the Land Rover, but when he got closer, he saw a person lying on the ground, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth, as if he was injured.

The young man kicked off the stirrup, looked at Han Zheng, and then at the black shirt, and then pointed to the Land Rover and asked, "This car is yours?"

The black shirt shook his head, and then said in broken Chinese: "Look at you are children, don't worry about you in general, if you don't want to die, get away." ”

These words made more than a dozen teenagers glaring angrily in an instant, some took out fruit knives from their pockets, and some pulled out steel pipes from motorcycles that they didn't know where they were hiding, and looked at their black shirts with fierce eyes.

"Foreigner?" The young man frowned, and looked at Han Zheng who fell to the ground again, as if he understood something.

"Say, are you a spy who infiltrated China?"

This young man must have read too many novels or movies, at this time, he regarded the black shirt as a very criminal spy, and Han Zheng lying on the ground may be the righteous and brave man who discovered the secret of the spy, or the staff of the Chinese special department.

As a hot-blooded young man in China, the young man should put aside all personal gains and losses at this time, and the interests of the country will always be high and far between, so he plans to take down this spy with these more than ten younger brothers, maybe he will hand over the person to the relevant departments, and he can make a commendation or something, if he is on TV or something, he will be a big hero who is famous all over the country.

The black shirt didn't understand the boy's question, and he did the most habitual gesture and stretched out his middle finger at the boy.

In the eyes of the teenager, this is equivalent to the acquiescence of the black shirt.

"You're crazy, you're scolding next door!"

After the boy scolded, he took out the finger tiger from his pocket and put it on his hands, and rushed towards the black shirt without fear.

It's just that as soon as the two of them came into contact, the boy retreated, and he covered his bloody mouth in pain, and tears of pain came out.

Another teenager next to him shouted: "Let's go together!"

Immediately, more than a dozen teenagers rushed over together.

The teenagers were armed with fruit knives, steel pipes and other objects in an attempt to put down their black shirts.

The black shirt sneered, and the five fingers that grabbed the chain lock were released, and he heard the sound of metal colliding, and one end of the chain lock slipped out of his hand, and only then did he see clearly, It turned out that the other end of the chain lock was on his wrist.

Sou!

The sound of breaking wind came, and the chain locked in the air to draw a beautiful arc, rushing to the front chest of the three teenagers in the front, and the three of them suddenly fell, lying on the ground panting, and the pain in their chests was even hotter.