~Shuhai Pavilion >-> Chapter 491 Gift!

Until sitting on the plane, Yang Yi was still groggy, and the last words of Mu Yue lingered in his mind for a long time, and his heart felt warm. () It's like basking in the March sun.

Yang Yi didn't bother to talk to a girl next to him who looked quite innocent, lying in his seat and pretending to sleep, and the crazy scene with Mu Yue last night unconsciously appeared in his mind.

Can't get enough of it!

He was thinking, what kind of man is he, even a woman like Mu Yue doesn't know how to cherish? If this man is not sexually impotent, he is psychopathic.

Speaking of which, he also has to thank the unmasked man, if not him. How could he have too much intersection with Mu Yue?

"It's all fate!" for no reason, Yang Yi remembered a sentence that the old people in the village often talked about.

The plane soon arrived at Changsha Huanghua International Airport, Yang Yi got off the plane directly, called to ask Johnny where they were, and said that he would arrive soon.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Yi came out of the airport, took a taxi, and reported his destination with a smile.

The driver is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a Chinese face and a small flat head. There is no big belly that ordinary drivers have been sitting on for many years, and the body is firm, and the back is not leaning on the backrest. The body naturally exudes a military style.

"Master, are you a veteran?" Yang Yi asked quietly.

Hunan is not his territory, and he has to be careful at every step.

The momentum emanating from the man's body made Yang Yi a little worried. This is not like the imposing attitude that a taxi driver should have.

The driver didn't know if he was good at words or pretending to be indifferent, so he nodded lightly and didn't answer.

"Master, why are you not a soldier?" Yang Yi asked without giving up.

The driver glanced back at Yang Yi, then turned his head and drove intently, not even giving a handout. The slightest customer is the consciousness of God.

Yang Yi didn't give up, took out the mobile phone in his pocket and checked the satellite map of Hunan, and then quietly put the mobile phone back in his pocket. He asked softly: "Master, what is the nearest route to Ping'an Road, it is a foreigner, you can't take a circle." ”

"There is an intersection a thousand meters ahead, turn left. It's always forward. The driver was still indifferent, but he still gave face, and carefully explained the route.

What he said is exactly the same as the line of Baidu on Yangyi's mobile phone.

Yang Yi quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that this man should be a real taxi driver without a doubt.

There may be many people who know how to take a safe road, but the only person who knows the different routes is the driver who eats this bowl of rice.

Before the car had gone far, Yang Yi found that a white van was following behind.

Yang Yi glanced back at the car behind him, and the corners of his mouth flashed a hint of playfulness. "Master, drive a little slower, and then turn when the light turns yellow. ”

The driver glanced at Yang Yi in surprise and nodded.

The car slowly approached the intersection, and when the number of the street lights on the command light counted down to three, the driver suddenly accelerated and slammed the car straight into it.

The white van behind slowly stopped with the traffic, and a thin man sitting in the passenger seat took out the phone and said eagerly: "Boss, the person is lost." That kid was too cunning, and he stepped on the time difference of the traffic light and turned to Qingming Road. No, I remember the license plate number of the taxi. ”

"TMD, are you stupid?" said an annoyed voice on the other end of the line. "Do you know that you*** are the underworld. What's wrong with the traffic light? Don't dare to run it, hurry up and chase it. If people are lost, Lao Tzu wants your life. ”

The thin man shuddered, hung up the phone, and shouted, "Rush over, rush over." ”

Although the driver didn't speak, the speed of the car accelerated significantly after turning the corner.

When he arrived at Ping'an Road, Yang Yi paid for the car, said his phone number again, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you today, if you have something useful in the future, you can call." ”

He didn't know if the driver would be able to use it, but he still wished he could call him.

Although this person is not good at words, but along the way, Yang Yi can see that he is a rare talent.

Yang Yi didn't care whether the driver remembered his number or not, smiled kindly, turned around and squeezed into the flow of people.

In fact, Johnny and the others were not hiding on Ping'an Road, Yang Yi was just worried that the driver was also the person they arranged, so he lied to him. Walking through a street, I asked several people to find the Fat Sister Hotel in a small alley on the corner.

The inn is very small, with only about a dozen rooms on two floors. The owner of the inn is indeed a fat big sister as the sign says.

Forty or fifty years old, heavy makeup, the kind that can top a meal at a glance. With a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, he saw Yang Yi come in, only slightly raising his eyelids.

'Smack!'

The fat sister threw out a thick register and said impatiently: "Fifty with a bathroom, thirty without one, twenty with a deposit⊙ ID number is written." ”

"The eldest sister didn't live in the store to find friends. Yang Yi said with a wry smile.

"Looking for a friend?" The fat woman's disappointed look flashed on her face, and she waved her hand and said, "Call your friend to come out, don't be a guest." ”

Yang Yi didn't argue, and honestly called Johnny, and Johnny quickly left the hotel with an excited face.

Seeing the boss himself, Johnny's heart that had been hanging was completely put back into his stomach.

Yang Yi winked at Johnny, signaled that this was not the place to speak, nodded to the proprietress and followed Johnny into the hotel.

The proprietress glanced at Yang Yi suspiciously, and muttered in a low voice: "It's strange enough for foreigners to live in this stinky ditch, why is there a little white face again?"

The room is small, with two single box-spring beds on the left and right, and a narrow passage for only one person in between. There were four or five people sitting, all more or less wounded.

Locke was the most seriously injured, one leg was tied with a thick bandage, perhaps not treated in time, and the whole bandage was oozing dark yellow liquid. His lips are chapped and his face is dull yellow. If it weren't for the fact that his eyes still emitted a fine light from time to time, he would really be like a dead man.

When everyone saw Yang Yi come in, everyone stood up except for Locke.

"What the hell is going on?" Yang Yi asked with a gloomy face.

None of these bastards are trouble-free, and it is almost the same to take one Guizhou. even dared to come to Hunan to make trouble without permission. It's too much to take him as a boss in his eyes.

But Yang Yi couldn't blame them, after all, their intentions were good.

Whether they can take the whole of Guizhou without losing one person, their combat effectiveness is beyond doubt. But in Hunan, there were such heavy losses all of a sudden.

Who the hell is this man, and how powerful is he?

The gloom on Johnny's face could no longer be hidden, and he said in a deep voice: We investigated the Yihe Gang before, but it was just a small local gang, and there were no powerful people in the gang. They planned to attack their headquarters, but who knew that as soon as they arrived at their territory, they met an old man in his sixties and seventies. He was knocked over with just one photo. If it weren't for the machine guns that Fiat had brought with them at that time, they wouldn't have been able to come back. ”

It's a shame, a shame for *** naked.

They all held their breath, but they were helpless.

Yang Yi's expression turned pale, and he frowned and said, "Did Fiat hurt him?"

If they can't even hurt the machine gun, then Yang Yi can only obediently run away with them.

Johnny thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "It seems that he didn't catch up when he hurt his leg." I think it hurt my leg. ”

Yang Yi quietly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he was injured, then even if his strength was high, it would not be too high. It's not without the power to fight.

Using a silver needle to treat the injuries on Locke's people, Yang Yi thought for a while and said, "In the past few days, you will honestly hide here and find that person first, if you really can't beat it." You just wait to run away. ”

Although the bad environment here is much worse, the location is remote and not easy to attract attention. Besides, those people should not have imagined that they would live in such a shabby place [and they would be much safer.]

"The Boss is familiar with the location of their gang with you. Johnny said in a sinister voice.

Since he became a mercenary, he has never been so embarrassed except for being beaten by Yang Yi. Like a lost dog, he couldn't swallow this breath.

Even if you can't take revenge on the old man, revenge on someone else will always do.

Yang Yi nodded.

If you go out to look for it alone, you may not be able to recognize the old man if you run into it.

"Rest first, and go out with Johnny to have a look. Yang Yi sighed, and suddenly felt a sense of physical and mental ping.

I don't know when this kind of life will be a head.

Dinner was bought by Yang Yi, and Johnny and they were mostly foreigners, which was too eye-catching.

At night, two people dressed in black came out of the Fat Sister Hotel and took a taxi to the wine street on Fugui Road.

This street is not the headquarters of the Boxers, but is just one of several streets under the umbrella of the Boxers.

After entering the largest room, Yang Yi and Johnny glanced at each other, and Johnny nodded secretly. Then he walked to the middle of the dance floor with a bottle of wine.

'Bang!'

The bottle was slammed against the stereo by Johnny, making a deafening popping sound.

"Someone's coming to smash the field!"

I don't know who shouted, and then the people who were guarding the wine squeezed towards the dance floor.

Yang Yi took advantage of the gap and quietly went up to the second floor.

He knew that as long as the old guy who had injured Johnny didn't show up, Johnny would be enough to deal with the little minions.

With his mind fully open, Yang Yi didn't stop on the second floor, and when he reached the third floor, he saw two big men in black suits standing outside the innermost box.

Yang Yi tidied up his clothes, and then walked over as if nothing happened.

"What people? This place is not open to the public, get out of here. One of the big men glared at the man viciously and said impatiently.

It's your boss's invited guest, do you want to go down?" Yang Yi said as he quietly approached him.

"Boss's guest?" the man looked at his companion suspiciously, then turned to knock on the door. The body happened to be blocked by the man on the right.

At that moment, Yang Yi moved. The speed was as fast as lightning, and he was accompanied by two silver needles as thin as a cow's hair.

The silver needle easily eliminated the person on the right, and then Yang Yi also happened to come to the big man behind him and smashed it down with a hard punch.

Dahan Ying didn't say a word and fell softly at the door.

"Who?" shouted angrily from the box.

Yang Yi walked in with a smile on his face and said softly: "Gift-giver!"

~Shuhai Pavilion >-~