On the outskirts of Q City, near a factory building to be demolished in the North District.

Dajun climbed up from a dilapidated dormitory in the factory, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and glanced back at the thin young man lying on a simple bed made of bricks.

"Xiaopeng, are you still alive?" he looked at the situation outside, and untied the plastic bag beside him, which was full of all kinds of water and food.

And the thin young man who had just been bandaged on the side responded, "Alive." ”

"Something to eat?"

"If you don't eat it, you're in a bad mood. Xiaopeng said unhappily.

"I wonder what kind of business you're taking! This is just one of them, and you have to kill the Japanese emperor here?"

Dajun ate a bag of potato chips, "You said that we failed this mission, can the other party give us some money for the carriage and horses?" and your medical expenses!"

Xiaopeng frowned, "According to the past situation, our target this time is definitely not a small person, I regret a little bit that I promised 100,000." ”

"What the hell is the time, are you still thinking about this? 100,000 I don't expect him to give it, give 30,000, it's not a waste run, we are now blocked in this place. ”

"Let's listen to what Benzi said, the main thing is that I didn't understand this job!" Xiaopeng bared his teeth and said, "I guess I won't have a chance to fix the second one." ”

"Can this runner leave us alone and run away by himself?"

"It shouldn't be, it's not good for him, we're doing black work, what we're afraid of is a leak, and if we miss it, he won't be able to get it off." ”

Dajun nodded, "That's right, then he left us in this place for a day, and he didn't give a word, what does this mean?"

"Wait, you look outside, I'll take a break. ”

"Okay, hurry up, I've got to go home. Dajun said lightly.

The other side.

Benzi went back to his rental house, lit a cigarette for himself irritably, and dialed Xi Xiuheng's phone.

The call was answered quickly. The two of them had the following conversation.

"I didn't understand it!" Xi Xiuheng said leisurely.

"Well, it's a bit of a situation for the time being. Benzi muttered.

"Forget it, you did your best, I'll send you the money in the next two days, go home and hide. ”

"Brother, I won't take the money, the ones I gave before are enough, you don't have to worry about me. ”

"Don't you want it, aren't the people who work to take it? I know that the people who work are also injured, you can take care of it, and then I will deal with it." Xi Xiuheng said.

Benzi's hand holding the cigarette trembled a little, "Brother...... I ......"

"Alright, tell me where the car is and I'll dispose of it, then take the money and divide the work, and go back." ”

Xi Xiuheng really doesn't want to break people anymore this time, Lao Dou is gone, if Benzi is gone, then he will really be ashamed.

The internal security of the Hu Yufeng Times Summit was launched, looking for Zhao Yang.

At this time, Zhao Yang was hiding in a village on the outskirts of the West District, which was a place where he was a good friend.

The lamp on Zhao Yang's head glowed yellow, and he sat on the sofa and smoked one cigarette after another.

The old lady looked at Zhao Yang like this, and she was also worried, "What's wrong, I've been here since midnight last night, what's going on?"

Zhao Yang waved his hand irritably, "Don't go to work tomorrow, stay at home for the past two days, I'll think about it." ”

"What's the matter, what are you going to eat if you don't go to work?"

"Are you still afraid of starving with me?" Zhao Yang said with a cigarette butt, "Go, buy me two bottles of wine." ”

"What are you doing, you have to drink alone at night!" the old man grumbled, picking up his handbag and preparing to buy him wine.

"Wait," Zhao Yang called her, "No one should know about our relationship, right?"

"You can't come twice a year, who knows"

"Your husband won't come back so soon when he goes out to work!"

"No, this time I went far and went to Inner Mongolia. ”

"Okay, go ahead, buy another cigarette. ”

"Got it," the old man pushed the door and went out.

Zhao Yang's tooth flower was swollen and swollen, touching his beard stubble, "Damn, the boat overturned in the gutter, and the little calf was bluffed, and I couldn't wash it by jumping into the Yellow River this time." ”

And the old man returned after buying things in the village commissary, and the commissary owner looked at her back, buttoned his crotch and said, "Little slut, there must be a man leading the house." ”

After speaking, he glanced at the door of the store, picked up three buckets of instant noodles, turned around and opened the curtain behind him, and said, "Who just asked for instant noodles?"

"Here, Lao Zhang will soak me for a while, I can't let go of my hands. A villager-like man sat at a table to the side and spoke.

Behind the curtain of the commissary is a small village gambling house.

Lao Zhang took a cigarette in his mouth, and said while making noodles for the gambler, "Old Qiao, do you know who I was looking at just now?"

"Who," Lao Qiao asked without raising his head and continuing to play mahjong.

"Sun Qiang's daughter-in-law, Liu Fang!"

"Just look at it,"

"Do you know what you just bought?"

"What did you buy? bought a set?" Old Joe smiled, and when he said this, everyone in the room laughed.

"Don't talk nonsense, I just came here and bought a few bottles of beer, a cigarette, and all of them are Chinese!"