In the evening when the drizzle was like silk, Malone slowly opened his eyes.

"What the hell is this place, how did I end up here?"

Ma Long sat on the edge of the river soaking wet, looking at the large reeds around him, listening to the sound of rushing water, and was a little dazed for a while.

After a moment of relaxation on the ground, the originally chaotic head cleared up a little.

He touched the wire scar on his neck and slowly remembered what had happened before he fell unconscious.

He is a black car driver, it may be noon today, or it may be noon yesterday, Ma Long is waiting for work near the train station, a man with a bald head and a scar on his face gets on the bus, saying that he wants to go to Shagou Town, and when he passes through a deserted section of the road halfway, the man has murderous intentions towards Ma Long for some reason.

First, taking advantage of Ma Long's unpreparedness, he tried to cut Ma Long's throat with a dagger, but fortunately, Ma Long saw the bald head in the rearview mirror and resisted, the dagger only cut Ma Long's arm, and then the two scuffled together, and the dagger was thrown out of the car.

The bald head strangled Ma Long's neck with a steel wire, and after Ma Long fell into a coma, he didn't know anything about the rest of the matter.

Malone wondered, he didn't know the bald head, why did he do it to himself?

It has only been less than two weeks since I returned from Myanmar, could it be that Myanmar came to seek revenge?

Soon Ma Long vetoed this idea, and he had many enemies in Myanmar, but it was impossible for them to know the news of their return to China, let alone find him so quickly.

Besides, his enemies would not use such inferior means to assassinate him.

The wound on his arm was not very deep, but it was already a little inflamed after soaking in the water for so long.

It's August now, the weather is hot, it doesn't matter if it's inflamed, if the wound is infected, it will be troublesome, and you must go to the hospital to treat it as soon as possible.

Touching the pocket, the mobile phone, wallet, dormitory keys are all there, in the wallet, money, bank cards are a lot, it seems that the other party is not asking for money.

The mobile phone was already flooded and could not be used, so Ma Long could not call the police or contact his family, let alone know what place it was, so he had to go downstream along the river.

After more than 20 minutes, the reeds around were slowly thinning, and there was a small mound in front, Ma Long ran over and stood on the mound to look around, and found that there was a thatched house in the southeast direction, and there was green smoke rising from the chimney, which seemed to be inhabited.

In front of the thatched house, Ma Long saw a pair of perennial fishing for a living father and son were eating, after explaining the intention, Ma Long at the price of 200 yuan, had a meal, from the father and son, learned that this is Nantai County Lijiazhuang.

Ma Long guessed that after he fell into a coma, the murderer threw himself into the Huaijiang River in an attempt to eliminate the corpse, but he never thought that he would survive without dying.

After eating, Ma Long changed into the young man's clean clothes, and gave the young man some money, let him go to the pharmacy to buy anti-inflammatory drugs, and hang his wet clothes on the branches to dry.

"Hey, who's the grass, I'm hanging up if I don't speak!"

There was a cacophony of mahjong on the other end of the phone, and at the same time, the drunken voice of Mallon's father rang.

The hanging heart was put down, although he didn't know why the bald head found him, but Ma Long was still very worried about the safety of his family, if the people who were looking for him were really from Myanmar, he was very worried that those people would find his family.

It seems that he is too worried, because of some things, the relationship between Malone and his father is not very good, and he didn't talk to him, and hung up the phone with a snap.

The mobile phone shows that today is August 11th, and Ma Long's accident is August 10th, that is, he has been soaked in water for more than 24 hours.

Really glad that he could survive, Malone suddenly wanted to laugh, thinking about the six years in Myanmar, how many times he crawled out of the pile of dead people, covered with scars and bullet marks, he thought that it would be easy to return to his hometown, but he didn't expect a battle-hardened soldier to almost capsize in the gutter.

The young fisherman bought the potion and gauze, and Malone treated the wound on his arm, then changed into his still wet clothes and got on the young man's 125 motorcycle.

If it was placed in the past, whether it was at home or abroad, the jealous and hateful Ma Long would definitely find out that bald head, but after returning to China, Ma Long's mentality changed. He wants to live a peaceful life, earn some money, marry a wife, have a fat doll, and that's it.

He doesn't want to solve things with his fists, because it is impossible to solve the problem then, but there will be more and more troubles.

Outside the passenger station, he caught the last bus to Jiangcheng, and at half past seven in the evening, he came out of the Jiangcheng passenger station and went straight to the public security bureau.

Yes, he was going to call the police.

"Help! Someone is stealing a child!"

Not long after leaving the passenger station, Ma Long heard the sound of someone calling for help, and turned his head to see that two young men in black clothes were running along the road.

A young man was carrying a child about three or four years old on his shoulder, while another young man was holding a dagger and threatening passers-by who tried to stop them: "Get out of your MB, I'll stab you to death if you're nosy!"

More than ten meters behind the two young men, a woman of about thirty was chasing, she was sweating profusely, and her voice was hoarse, but in the face of the threat of the young man with a knife, no one dared to go over to help.

Malone scratched his greasy hair, he didn't want to be nosy, he was almost killed, even the second-hand Jetta he just bought was gone, and he was on fire, but as soon as he heard the child's heart-rending cry, he still turned around and ran towards the two young men.

Twenty seconds later.

The two youths got into a Wuling Hongguang parked on the side of the road, covered the license plate with black tape, and then slammed the door shut.

Almost at the same time, Malone also arrived.

"Stop!"

"Whoa!"

Ma Long shouted, smashed the glass of the cab with a punch, and instantly reached out to pull out the car key, and the two people in the car were instantly confused.

"The nosy stuff of the grass mud horse!"

The driver took a dagger from the passenger seat, scolded, pushed the door and got out of the car, brandishing the dagger and stabbing it at Ma Long's lower abdomen.

Ma Long's body flickered, and at the same time, he shot like electricity, instantly clasped the wrist of the young man holding the knife, and twisted it with his backhand.

"Ahh

The young man screamed in pain, the dagger came out of his hand, and Malone did not stop, pulling the young man's hair down, and lifting his knee on the young man's face.

"Click!"

The sound of the broken bones on the bridge of his nose sounded, and the young man's nostrils were bleeding and he passed out directly.

And the young man holding the child in the car was already scared stupid. And the five or six-year-old boy he was holding in his arms was looking at Malone with a pair of curious eyes.

"Get out of the car!" Malone pointed out.

"I ......" the young man's face was panicked.

"Grass!" Ma Long didn't talk nonsense, got into the car and pinched the young man's neck, and dragged him out of the car to be beaten fatly, his companion was already unconscious, and the young man was even more shocked by Ma Long's fierceness, and he had no ability to resist at all.

The little boy was not scared at all, he folded his arms and performed Ultraman's classic movements, shouting: "Fusion! I Go! Here we go!