At six o'clock in the afternoon, in the suburban cemetery, far away from the city, the sky was already burning with burning clouds, and the red glow shone obliquely on the rows of cold stone monuments, as if stained with blood. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In front of a new stone monument stood a row of people dressed in black, black suits, black pants, black leather shoes, and a solemn black.

No one spoke, it was quiet. The face of the leader was grim, the air pressure around him was very low, and the atmosphere was full of depression.

"Bring him up. The man's voice was calm. But those who know him well know that this is just a moment of calm when a thunderstorm is coming.

With the sound of extraordinarily loud footsteps, two men in black pressed a rather embarrassed man and came to the tombstone.

When the suppressed man saw the name of the stele, he couldn't help but become irritable. As soon as he made a move, he was punched in the abdomen by the man in black next to him.

"Ahem・・・・・・" The sound of painful coughing filled the quiet cemetery.

"Fu Mingyi, if you have the ability, you can kill me now!" the man covered his abdomen and hissed in his hoarse throat.

Fu Ming didn't speak, and waved his hand to make the two black-clothed men beside the man retreat.

As soon as the man was liberated, he pounced in the direction of Fu Mingyi like a roaring lost dog.

"Bang ・・・・・・" The deafening sound of gunfire resounded through the cemetery.

"You ・・・・・・" The man, who was still in the air, fell to his knees like a bulky machine, and from the wound on his right knee flowed blood, staining the gray-white stone slabs of the cemetery.

"Bang ・・・・・・" was another ear-resounding gunshot. Hit the man in the knee of the left leg. The man had to fall to his knees on the cold stone slab in obedience, unable to stand up no matter what.

The pain in the man's knee wound spread to every corner of his body. He bit his lip to keep himself from exhaling. But the cold sweat on his forehead and his distorted face all showed his pain.

Fu Ming also waved back, and the black-clothed men in a row obediently retreated.

When they left, the air at the scene seemed to freeze.

One was standing, one was kneeling, and one was lying cold in the grave.

After a long time, Fu Mingyi walked to the kneeling man on the ground, his steps were not hurried or slow, and his leather shoes rubbed against the stone slab, making a "da-da" sound.

"Forrest Gump, are you in pain?"

The young man known as Forrest Gump bowed his head and did not say a word.

"Hehe・・・・・・" Fu Ming also laughed as if laughing at himself.

"You hurt. ”

"I hurt more than you, my two good brothers, one betrayed me and the other died because of me. ”

"Am I not in pain?"

Fu Ming's eyes were firmly fixed on Forrest Gump like an eagle's tenon, as if he wanted to tear off a piece of meat from him.

"The three of us grew up together since childhood, we have experienced so much together, we are brothers, you betrayed me, I can forgive you, how can you do anything to Ah Heng? He is your brother!"

The young man kneeling on the ground suddenly raised his head and looked at Fu Mingyi's eyes without showing weakness.

"Brother, do you think of us as brothers?" Forrest Gump smiled mockingly.

"You fucking treat us like dogs by your side, come and go. You need not brothers, but obedient lackeys. The gang didn't discuss anything with us, and every time it was a commanding tone. ”