The car is a gray Japanese Honda series, and the Japanese car is just like the Japanese, very axial. Kaben, who has always been accustomed to driving German cars, is very unsuitable for this kind of small-displacement car produced in Japan with insufficient power, although he does not have high requirements for such things as vehicles, and he can travel on his behalf. But Japanese cars really can't get into his eyes, just like he hates Japanese people.

The black blazer worth tens of thousands of dollars was thrown away, revealing black and shiny, strong muscles, teeth biting cigars, inhaling smoke into his lungs, and pouring out of his nostrils as he breathed. Stepping on the accelerator with his feet, his hairy hands grip the steering wheel. A few rough slaps from time to time, gritting the teeth of the cigar and not moving, but the roar is not low. Although it sounds a little vague.

"Damn, God made a big mistake, he shouldn't have created Japan's garbage island country. People are garbage, and things made are garbage. Garbage garbage ...... Oh damn it, that's rubbish! ”

"No, my dear Mr. Carbon, we, as the best and most devout believers in God, should not discriminate against other nations. Strictly speaking, the Japanese Honda series is still good. Despite the fact that thousands of vehicles are recalled from all over the world every year, their safety measures are well designed, aren't they? ”

Carbon grinned disdainfully. said: "Mr. Bang Fei, you don't know much about cars. Of all the cars designed and manufactured in the world, only the German cars are designed to be the top. Both in terms of engine power and safety performance. Everything else is shit. ”

"What about our American cars? Ford, GM is also shit? Litter? "Although the concept of the country is very vague and there is not much sense of belonging, after all, I am still a native of the United States, and I still have a little sense of honor for the modern technology products of my country.

"Of course, American cars are too far apart in terms of design concepts. The good is too good, the bad is too bad, there is no intermediate excessive product, and it is this concept that has constrained the development of the American automobile industry for nearly a hundred years. So Mr. Bang Fei, if you want to buy a car, I will also build yì for you to buy a German car. Driving a German car is like riding a woman with real big breasts and big ass, their legs and waist are very strong, they are very tough, and they are absolutely strong enough in bed. ”

"Oh, didn't that beautiful Chinese angel in the car make you happy in bed, Mr. Carben?"

Poof, turned his head and spit out the cigar he was holding out of the window, laughed wildly, licked his thick lips, and said unsatisfactorily: "The skin of a Chinese woman is very good, very tender, very slippery, and the bottom is also very compact and narrow, but the combat power is too low, that lovely angel can't withstand my god-like combat power, yes, it was only twenty minutes, and she was completely defeated." Of course, my money made her rekindle her combat effectiveness, and she fought with me for three hundred rounds, and at this time, she is estimated to be lying in the hospital, haha......"

"Oh my God, that was so unfortunate."

Bang Fei smiled maliciously, and suddenly, his expression moved, and he coldly grabbed an old-fashioned Soviet-made semi-automatic rifle with a faded butt in his hand, and the outstretched muzzle smashed the window glass, and at the same time spewed out a dozen centimeters long orange tongue of fire, and shot wildly outside. The gunfire was sudden, especially in the silent night sky.

Squeak, the sound of sharp brakes, the car rushed out more than ten meters before stopping. Directly kicked the car door away, exposed his upper body, and the shirtless Bang Fei was like a strong African gorilla, standing at the door of the car with a gun and crossed legs, shooting wildly in the southeast direction. Kaben's face changed slightly, but he didn't panic, he also got out of the car, looked around, and asked casually: "What's the situation?" ”

Bang Fei, who was shooting wildly with a gun in one hand, said with excitement in his eyes: "A small miscellaneous fish, I guess I want to ambush." ”

Carbon: "I'll go kill him." ”

"No, no, Mr. Carbon, please don't be in a hurry, let him taste the bullets first."

Carben smiled weirdly: "Mr. Bangfei, I have to say, you are simply too treacherous. As a thaumaturgical powerhouse, he actually likes to use a gun to speak. ”

"Why not? Anyway, you don't have to use the things that you get in vain! Besides, if the guy who can be killed by a bullet is not worth Mr. Carbon's shot, is it? ”

Carbon playfully nodded. "I think so."

The sound of gunfire can be heard far away at night, and it is still a suburb of the capital. It can be seen that both Bang Fei and Kaben have been crazy and unscrupulous to a certain extent. Also, I didn't find any suspicious symptoms along the way, and not only was it safe, but I also enjoyed the woman. This made them even more disdainful of Ryosuke Momura, and they were even more resentful of the eight days they spent hiding in the forest.

As killers for many years, they certainly know when to be cautious, careful, low-key, and better to hide their tracks when carrying out their missions. But sometimes, when you don't feel pressure, your self-confidence will inevitably swell. They are not ordinary killers who wield knives and guns, they are thaumaturgists, inhuman beings with great powers. In their eyes, ordinary people are moving and talking crawlers.

Amid the really weird laughter, the gunfire continued.

In the darkness, somewhere hidden by no one, two people were whispering.

"Damn, these two black-skinned ghosts are crazy. Lao Tzu went out and killed them. ”

"Don't be impatient, our task is to support, not to take the lead."

"What if that little hairy head gets killed? That grandma didn't pick your skin yet? ”

"With that grandma's mantle, do you think the little hairy head hiding in the grass can be beaten into a sieve by some peanuts?"

“…… Well, it's unlikely. ”

"Besides, if he can't even deal with this little scene, will he not be dead when he goes out in the future? It's easier to die now than to die at that time. ”

"Well, hooks, people who have eaten foreign ink for a few years are different from our old man, and the www.biquge.info of the pen fun pavilion that looks at the problem is high, and it is thorough. But, hook, you said that our grandma is really ruthless. Her grandson is about to be torn apart and eaten in the country, and her old man is still swimming outside, na, I said hook, you said that her old man is not worried at all? ”

"Nonsense, if you're really not worried, can you send your awl and my hook back? Okay, let's watch the play with peace of mind, if there is no uncontrollable situation, the two of us will definitely not show up. ”

"I know, but ......"

"But, crooked, where did you get so much nonsense?"

"No, I want to say, talk about ......"

"Say what? Be smart! ”

"I just want to say...... I don't want to say it, I don't want to ask you, I'm not a little worried about it, I don't know what happened to the golden-eyed cat and the octopus. If Xiao Maotou's little girlfriend is arrested, if Xiao Maotou comes to the nonsense, and kills indiscriminately, we can't clean up the mess. ”

"Hmph, are you doubting the abilities of golden-eyed cats and octopuses? Okay, when I go back, I will tell the golden-eyed cat what you are saying now, and the mother-in-law just happened to be moving at this time. The sharp claws that have been polished for a long time are worrying about it, try it on you twice, and maybe she can get a good old man. ”

“…… Uh, even if I didn't say it, I didn't say anything......"

Tang Ning is now very angry, very angry, and very aggrieved. The originally delicate eyebrows, eyes, and small face were almost burned by a fire.

Rapid bullets whizzed over the head without stopping. He lay motionless in the grass. Thaumaturgists are also people, the kind of masters who have cultivated to the realm of Dacheng, in the case of spiritual power to protect the body, it may be possible in a short time, but it will be wasted after a long time, they are also mortals in the flesh, in fact, they can't stop metal bullets.

He wondered. Where did the two grandsons get their guns on the other side? Besides, you're a thaumaturgist, and you're getting a gun around you? Don't you feel ashamed?

Of course he couldn't think of it. Things in the world are so rushed, so inch, so coincidental.

Bang Fei and Kaben are not pig brains, so they don't dare to swagger to get off at the terminal in the capital. Sneaking in, they dare, just appeared in the capital in such a grand manner, not to mention them, even those real powers overseas did not dare to be so presumptuous. Unless it's the kind of top-level battle that you want to set off for real.

After getting off at a small station on the way, I originally wanted to find a random car to walk into Beijing, but unexpectedly, there were a few contraband hidden in the car that I found casually. Originally, in order to fight for territory and strengthen their strength, a small local gang went from afar and bought a few guns from the border areas of Yunnan at a large price. Along the way, I was scared, hiding, four people in the same company, lost a pair, and the two who were lucky enough to return to their own territory finally returned to their own territory, and before they could breathe a sigh of relief, they ran into two who wanted to blatantly carjack the car. Resistance is a must, and a fragile life is inevitable. In the end, there was not even a body left, and the car fell into the hands of Bang Fei and Carben.

When the two first discovered the contents of the car, they were seriously different for a while. Because China is the country with the strictest control on illegal firearms in the world, there is no one. I never thought that there are such dry goods in any car on the street, when did China develop and progress to this point? If it weren't for the unfamiliar surroundings, I would have mistakenly thought that I was in Chinatown in the United States.

The rest is simple, Bang Fei and Kaben don't care who died in their hands, the car, and the contents of the car. Of course, it's certainly not a normal person. Normal people use this thing except for the police and soldiers, and this thing is too old. The butt of the gun has lost paint, and it is estimated that the police and soldiers on the mainland are not rare to use it. That is the gangsters, in the United States is used to seeing all kinds of gangs, large and small, the so-called gangsters in China, except for Hongmen, the others are small shrimp. Since it's a small shrimp, you don't have to worry about it. Let's start by saying that I can't find myself and others, even if God opens his eyes and finds the murderer who committed the murder, carjacking, and robbery, Bang Fei and Kaben don't mind a few more handfuls of flying ashes.