Last time, in order to save the spring leek, Liu Kunlun rode the Qianjiang 125 of the hindsight gun, and sent it to a motorcycle repair shop for a long time, and it was spray paint and replacement, and finally tinkered with it, called him to pick up the car, Liu Kunlun took the bus over, saw the new Qianjiang motorcycle, the paint was redone, the two rearview mirrors were replaced, and the masonry tiles were also sheet metal, and the price was asked, one hundred and five, which is not expensive, Liu Kunlun paid, and was about to leave, when he suddenly saw a familiar thing.

A streamlined road sports car in fiery red, with double round lights, 160 wide tires, and a cheetah ready to go, isn't this your own chariot of fire!

Next door to the repair shop is a cross-country club, and there is a rough motocross bike parked at the door, as well as some road races, Harleys, etc., and the fire chariot is quietly parked in it, with some mud embedded in the tire gaps, and the body is also covered with dust, and it seems that the new owner is not very careful with it.

Liu Kunlun stepped forward to take a closer look, this street car has a deep relationship with Su Qing, and it is also about Brother Kang, a little thought about Emperor Dun, when he owns it, Liu Kunlun often wipes every inch of the motorcycle with a clean towel, although there are no special marks and scratches on the car, but he can be sure that this is his car.

The door of the club is not large, and a group of people are playing cards inside, and it does not look like the kind of social person with a sarcoma head and a big gold chain, but a vigorous young man, wearing a black leather jacket or colorful racing suit embellished with metal chains, throwing poker around a table, and the ceiling is shaking with sound.

Liu Kunlun asked: "Who is the red Kawasaki at the door?"

No one paid attention to him, and there was no one who looked back, Liu Kunlun was a little angry, stole someone else's car and still loaded a big clove of garlic here, this gang of people did not clean up, he patiently waited for the end of the game, a minute later, the card was thrown off, a person began to shuffle the cards, Liu Kunlun asked again, and finally someone turned his head to look at him, lost a sentence I don't know, and then continued to touch the cards.

Liu Kunlun went up and kicked the table over, playing cards were all over the ground, and the big men slowly stood up, all taller than him, all of them were more than one meter eight, and their biceps muscles were developed, so they might not be able to play much, but they were strong and strong, and it was difficult to deal with them in a swarm.

"I'm looking for something. The young man in the lead looked at Liu Kunlun condescendingly, and did not act immediately.

"Who rode the red car!" Liu Kunlun's gaze swept over everyone, his eyes were not good, anyone could see what was going on, this was not looking for trouble, it was looking for someone, it was looking for revenge.

"Whose car?" the leader stared at Liu Kunlun, and also asked, asking the group of little brothers behind him.

"My car. Out of the crowd came a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a round face, white, and who looked like a student.

"This car is mine, and I bought it from Brother Shui for 12,000. Liu Kunlun said.

"Coincidentally, I also bought it from Brother Shui, I bought it on March 7, and it cost 14,000. The round-faced student did not have the slightest weakness of the thief's heart, but was straightforward, "It was Xiaojun and Si Qing who accompanied me and issued a receipt." ”

"What about you?" their boss hugged his arms and looked at Liu Kunlun with a hideous look.

Liu Kunlun remembered the scene when he bought a motorcycle, at that time Dunhuang's business was booming, Brother Shui, who sold smuggling cars, was introduced by Brother Kang, this car was originally Su Qing's fancy and was preempted by himself, that day the northwest wind was blowing, Su Qing drove a convertible Peugeot 206CC, he was wearing a suit with open arms, not wearing a helmet, and drove back to Dunhuang all the way, thinking about it was half a year ago, but it was like a lifetime, Brother Kang was gone, Su Qing was gone, and Dunhuang's guys disappeared, and he couldn't even find a witness.

"Hey, what about you, what proof do you have?" the boss's voice pulled Liu Kunlun from his memories to reality.

"Brother Shui, who sells cars, can prove it. Liu Kunlun took a deep breath and said.

"Call the parallel traders. The boss instructed, they are all people who play motorcycles, and Brother Shui are acquaintances, a phone call down, no one was found, Brother Shui was arrested by the police because of the smuggling case, and he was squatting in the number waiting to pass through the hall, and the phone could not be contacted.

The boss spread his hands and shrugged: "What else do you have to say?"

"This Kawasaki 400 was bought by me at Brother Shui's place last November for 12,000. "What Liu Kunlun said is categorical and unquestionable.

"And what do you want?"

"My car, I'm going to ride away. ”

The boss looked back at the round-faced guy: "Xiaoman, what do you say?"

"Ya's slander, flatten him!" Xiaoman's face flushed.

Everyone was gearing up and eager to try.

The boss stopped them and said, "Where are you from?"

Liu Kunlun faced a group of strong young men, and his momentum was not lost: "Where I am, I will mix it up." ”

The boss nodded: "Okay, there is a kind, there are many of us, we don't bully you, you slander people another day, you knock my table up, I won't beat you, but you have to apologize to us." ”

"Apologize!" the motorcyclists shouted one after another, Liu Kunlun felt a little interesting, these people do not have the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes, but like students, he has never been to school, and he doesn't know what the temperament of students is like, maybe this is what it looks like, pure blood, and the word "justice" in his heart.

"You ignored me just now, I was impatient, I lifted the table, I'm sorry. Liu Kunlun hugged his fists and saluted, daring to act.

The boss said: "Okay, I accept, let's talk about the car, the car, I will definitely not let you ride away today, but you will definitely not be willing to leave like this, and you have to come to us to settle the account, so let's make an appointment with a time and place, solve it at one time, you bring people together, we also call everyone, whoever loses will admit bad luck, how about it." ”

Liu Kunlun said: "Okay, just do it." ”

"Tomorrow, at four o'clock in the afternoon, in the open space at the bridgehead on the north bank. ”

"Okay. Liu Kunlun turned around and left, and suddenly stopped and asked, "What do you call you?"

"My name is Zhuang Yu, I run the club, and they are all my little brothers. ”

Liu Kunlun smiled, and drove the old horse's Qianjiang 125 back, he didn't tell the old horse about it, he didn't blow the whistle to call people, the emperor was gone, the brothers were scattered, and Liu Kunlun was only alone.

At three o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, Liu Kunlun borrowed the old horse's motorcycle and pinned a stick to the back belt, which was similar in shape to nunchucks, but the front was an iron-clad short head connected by an iron ring, which was very powerful when picked up, and it would not draw his own hand, which was definitely a sharp weapon for group fights.

The bridgehead on the north bank is a common place for people in the near river society, this place is on the north bank of the Huaijiang River, a vacant land below the bridgehead, inaccessible, birds do not, the railway and highway dual-purpose bridge passes overhead, and there is a lot of meaning of the stubble frame of the young men in the Beijing compound in "Sunny Day".

At 3:50 p.m., Liu Kunlun got down from the bridge, turned a few corners and went around to the bottom of the bridge, and saw from a distance that the other party came to the black pressure of a crowd, there were more than 200 people, most of them came on motorcycles, and there were also three or five cars, and a group of people who seemed to be the leader leaned on the side of the car to smoke and chat, waiting for the opponent to arrive.

Liu Kunlun twisted the accelerator, drove to the open space opposite them and stopped, took off the motorcycle helmet, pulled his hair, turned off the fire, set up the tripod, got out of the car, lit a cigarette, and smoked by himself.

The other party's 200 people were suddenly silent, and looked at Liu Kunlun with a brush, the two sides were thirty meters away, and they could see each other clearly, there were knives, guns and sticks, and there were chariots pressing the formation, and the carriage of a pickup truck was full of bricks for throwing, and even the beautiful girls of the labor army after the war were brought with them, and several long-legged girls sat on the back seat of Harley scratching their heads and making gestures.

And here is one person and one ride, the disparity in strength is huge, and it is already clear who wins and who loses.

A freight train full of coal roared over the Huaijiang Bridge, the heavy car pressed the bridge rails to make a rhythmic roar, the earth was shaking, the opposite knights stepped on the motorcycle, put on fully enclosed helmets, picked up baseball bats, Japanese swords, iron chains, they adopted a two-seat combat layout, the rider is responsible for driving, the person in the back seat is responsible for the battle, it seems that they are all veterans of battle.

Liu Kunlun threw away his cigarette in a hurry, got into the car, wore a helmet, pulled out a stick, and put on a posture of fighting.

The motorcycle group started, the roar of more than 100 motors was louder than the overhead train, and the dozen or so exaggerated Harley-Davidson motorcycles in the front line were eager to try, and the riders kept banging on the accelerator, and the battle was about to start.

Liu Kunlun knew that he would die if he really fought this battle, but he didn't have the slightest fear, but was subtly excited and longing, dying on the battlefield, shrouded in horse leather, there was nothing to be ashamed of, he was relieved when he died, and he could see Brother Kang when he died.

Suddenly, a tall man wearing sunglasses came down from the pickup, waved his hand, and the roar of the motorcycle suddenly weakened by half, he looked at Liu Kunlun, and then walked over, followed by three more people, including Zhuang Yu.

Liu Kunlun lifted the helmet and mask, extremely vigilant, those few people didn't have anything, walked over and stood still, and the tall man led by crossed his waist with one hand and asked, "Where are your people?"

"Here it is. Liu Kunlun said.

The tall man nodded: "Okay, there is a kind." After a pause, he said, "You are Jinqiao Market, let me ask someone, do you know each other?"

Say. ”

"This person's name is Liu Kunlun, and he has just been transferred for a few months. ”

Liu Kunlun took off his helmet and was expressionless: "Liu Kunlun is me, I am Liu Kunlun, what's the matter." ”

The man spun around in a circle, scolded me, and punched Zhuang Yu on the shoulder: "Do you hear, do you see, he is Liu Kunlun, the two of them shoveled a drug base, that is a drug base equipped with automatic rifles!"

Zhuang Yu showed an expression of sudden realization and admiration, and another seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man said: "I heard my father say that an armed police squadron may not be able to take that place."

The man introduced himself: "My name is Zhao Hongbo, these people are my little brothers, let me introduce you, Xiaozhuang, you have dealt with it, Li Yu, Zhan Ziyu." ”

These three people took turns shaking hands with Liu Kunlun, and when the motorcyclists in the back saw that they shook hands and made peace, they all put out the fire, and the tense smell was swept away.

Zhao Hongbo said: "It's all my own brothers, go, I'll have a treat!"