A full moon hangs high in the night sky, accompanied by countless stars, and the bright moonlight spills on the earth, as if draped in a silvery white coat.

The dozen or so beggars had earned dollars, and their smiles had not broken since the afternoon, and they bought some wine, some bread, all of which were about to expire at the price of cheap supermarkets, and then sang and danced with joy in the moonlight.

There were two old beggars with tears in their eyes, and they couldn't believe that they also had a full meal, and they drank while reminiscing about the happy times they had had.

One of them quietly took out the fried chicken leg that Gu Han bought in the morning from his arms, pulled a piece of meat for his old partner, and then said, "I don't know what Yankee life is?"

"It must have been very beautiful, bread every day, and cola, well, maybe milk. ”

"yes, if only we were Americans, we wouldn't have to starve. ”

"It's not bad to go to Russia, I heard that there are people needed there, we can go there and farm the land and make bread, I will make cornbread, it's better than this. ”

"Leamo is Shabi," a few young men shouted not far away.

The old man smiled slightly, bit off the chicken legs, bit the chicken bones into slag, and then swallowed them into his stomach, and then stood up, his stomach was a little uncomfortable, and he planned to go to the side of the road to make it easier.

"Da Da Da!" A tall and thin man walked in front of him, he was holding a wooden stick of about one meter in his hand, covering his face, he couldn't see his appearance clearly, his hair was short, and his eyes were very fierce, looking at the old beggar, as if he was looking at the enemy who killed his father.

The old beggar felt that something was wrong, took two steps back, and then hurried backwards, shouting at the same time, "The one who is looking for trouble is here." ”

Not the police, not the underground forces, but ordinary people with bad brains.

Several young beggars flipped out their sticks and immediately greeted them, "What do you want to do?"

The masked man raised his wooden stick and said in a cold voice: "You group of social scumbags are also worthy of saying Laiamo, you are looking for death." ”

"It turned out to be an admirer of Layamo, and we just shouted casually, and there was no other meaning. ”

"Hmph, where can Leamo allow you to be defiled. ”

As the words fell, the masked man raised his stick and pounced, and he picked it up and smashed it at the beggars.

A young beggar raised his stick to block it, and with a muffled sound, the masked man was so strong that he smashed the blocking stick, and the young beggar couldn't help but fall backwards.

When several other young beggars saw this, they hurriedly rushed over together, and the masked man laughed, "Trash, all come here and die." ”

The masked man had great strength and strong ability to resist beating, and then slammed hard, and after taking a few hard hits, he knocked all the young beggars to the ground, and several old beggars hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, "We don't dare, we won't dare to say Laiamo in the future." ”

"Of course you can say it, but you have to say good things. ”

"Yes, yes, we must say good things, Rayamo is a great man, a great good man, give us bread, give us coke. ”

"Yes, that's it, sing it tomorrow for a day, you know, or I'll come and beat you up tomorrow night. ”

"Yes, yes, we know. ”

The masked man nodded, then turned to leave, there was no one on the street, only him and a group of beggars, the masked man laughed loudly, and even twisted his body and danced.

"Da Da Da!" There was another sound of footsteps, the masked man hurriedly stopped his steps, and an East Asian man walked out, the masked man looked cold, and said angrily: "It's you." ”

The East Asian man was naturally Gu Han, he turned around and looked around, there was no figure, and smiled, "It's me." ”

"Look for a fight, you bastard. ”

When the words fell, the masked man rushed over with a stick, Gu Han turned sideways slightly, flashed easily, and then kicked out, kicking the masked man to the ground.

"What do you have to do with Rayamo?"

Gu Han spoke in English, and the masked man stood up with his body propped up, and then he roared angrily and swung his stick at Gu Han.

Gu Han kicked out directly, kicking the masked man down again, he took two steps forward, stretched out his leg and stepped on the masked man's chest, and then bent down and reached out to pull the masked man's face towel down.

The masked man showed his original appearance, looking very ordinary, just the appearance of a traditional Uzbek, somewhat like Iranians, but not as white as Iranians, this is a mixed appearance of Aryans and local natives, most of Uzbekistan have such looks.

Gu Han smiled, kicked out, and kicked heavily in the masked man's face, "What does Laiamo have to do with you?"

The masked man took advantage of the momentum to roll backwards a few times, then quietly took out a pistol from behind him, pointed it at Gu Han suddenly, and shouted, "Go die." ”

The masked man was about to pull the trigger then, Gu Han stepped forward, and at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, he quickly stepped forward, kicked out, and kicked the pistol out.

"Oops!" the masked man's hand hurt and he couldn't help but let go of his pistol.

"Click!" the pistol fell to the ground and slashed into the distance, rubbing against the ground with a screeching sound.

When the beggars saw the pistols, they were so frightened that they retreated, and many forgot to take the bread, and only after a few steps back did they find that they did not dare to come forward and take it back.

Gu Han walked over, picked up the pistol, looked at the masked man and said: "This is a police pistol made in the Soviet Union, it is a police gun from five Central Asian countries, an old thing in the Soviet Union, this gun may be older than you, but you rotten countries can't afford to change to a new gun, you are a policeman? You said that I took you out and put you at the door of the Tashkent police station, will you make headlines tomorrow." ”

A hint of horror flashed in the masked man's eyes, "You demon, you are bullying me in Uzbekistan, you are the enemy of the whole Uzbekistan, do you think we are easy to bully? We have more than 80 million people, you will definitely ......"

Gu Han kicked out, then stepped forward, grabbed the masked man's coat, and pulled it out, "Do you think I'm joking with you?"

Gu Han then tore the masked man's clothes again, and the masked man looked frightened, "You demon, you must not die well, you will be punished by the gods, and you will get retribution." ”

Gu Han laughed, "Yes, then you go and dance in front of the Ukrainian people." ”

Gu Han said that he was about to pick up the masked man's pants, but the masked man lowered his head, and finally couldn't help crying, "Please don't do this, please, I can take you to see Laiamo, I can take you to meet him, I will definitely listen to you." ”

Gu Han nodded, "Okay, get dressed, let's go over." ”

The masked man then crawled to the other side, picked up the coat on the ground, and then put it on his body, he lowered his head, a cruel smile pulled out of the corner of his mouth, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Gu Han with resentment, and then took out a pack of white powder from his coat pocket, he tore open the package, and sprinkled the powder beyond Gu Han, "Go to death, demon, go to hell." ”