The scorching sun at noon drove away the endless chill. Han Yuzheng was basking in the sun behind the glass, and under his feet, the fire image was curled up and lazy like a kitten.

Of course, this is nothing more than a hypocritical decoration, and it will always raise its ears alertly when there is a sound of footsteps outside. It's just that without Han Yu's order, this guy rarely moves his body.

"It's a time without news!" Han Yu gently turned the computer in his hand and pouted a little boredly. On the page he opened, the so-called lace news almost made him fall asleep.

At this moment, his mobile phone suddenly vibrated with a bang. Han Yu hurriedly picked it up: "Hey! ”

"Black, the matter you asked me to investigate has a result." A smug voice rang on the other end of the phone.

The corners of Han Yu's mouth hooked, Tie Mian was a henchman of waste firewood, and he confessed a lot of valuable news. However, as to whether this is an opportunity or a trap, it needs to be confirmed by mobile phone intelligence.

With a light smile, Han Yu said softly: "Say!" ”

"Scrap wood does hold a smuggling channel!" The mobile phone said with a smile: "And I just got the news that they have a batch of goods that will arrive in the warehouse outside the north of the city in the early hours of tonight!" ”

"Huh?" Han Yu's brows furrowed slightly.

The mobile phone explained softly: "This is the main economic income of waste wood, and it is also the biggest economic pillar for him to have such a big power in Beicheng, and he has always been secretive, so he is not afraid of being ambushed by Chu Xingshe." If we hadn't gotten the news, we wouldn't have been able to find their warehouse. ”

"The Tempest Gang has kept him, and they also want to keep this smuggling route?" Han Yu's eyes moved, and he said softly.

"There should be this consideration!" The phone thought for a moment and nodded.

Han Yu smiled coldly, a chill flashed in his eyes: "Tell me, the time and place of their pick-up!" ”

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The dim sun gently danced the coolness of winter, and after struggling for a while, the sunset finally chose to be swallowed up by the night.

When the pitch-black night was shrouded in the starry spots, the entire Tianshui City seemed to have entered a quiet place. Only the lights of the road in the distance are lit up, and the whizzing trucks from time to time tell the noise of the night.

The night grew thicker and darker. The lights of thousands of homes gradually diluted and went out. The north of the city fell into silence.

However, in the midst of this boundless blackness, there is a place where people are buzzing.

Waste wood, among the guards under several subordinates, some watched with interest as people came and went to unload goods in the warehouse. From time to time, he glanced at the tall man next to him, with a face full of flesh, who was spitting and flying over his subordinates.

He stood among several black-clad guards, his bald head and satisfied smile against the light were particularly eye-catching.

The muscles on Waste Wood's face shook uncontrollably a few times, he sighed secretly in his heart, took two steps forward, and said softly: "Brother Mo, I still have something to do over there, I'll leave it to you here, if you have any questions, you can call me." ”

The bald man is Mo Canglong, one of the eight generals of the Tempest Gang. Hearing this, he turned his face, grinned, showed a mouth full of yellow plate teeth, and waved his hand indifferently: "Okay, if you have something, you can go and get busy, just keep an eye on me here!" ”

Waste Wood Qiang laughed and said, "That's okay, I'll go first!" With that, he turned and walked out. The moment he turned around, a gloomy look flashed across his face.

Once upon a time, these were his wealthies, but from the moment he took refuge in the Tempest, it had nothing to do with him anymore. Although money is something outside of one's body, it is worth it to exchange these cold things for the support of the Tempest Gang.

You must know that if he is caught by the people of Chu Xingshe, his fate is not just as simple as losing some money!

But rational thinking is one thing, watching others unceremoniously take the money that originally belonged to them as their own, and they have to be carefully greeted by the side, everyone will feel unhappy. Therefore, the waste wood will leave the scene halfway, and come out of sight!

Outside, there were more than 20 younger brothers standing around.

The cold night breeze blows on the body, cool.

Waste wood swept his eyes and said coldly: "Keep your eyes wide, there must be no problems with this batch of goods!" ”

"Yes!" A group of subordinates should drink in unison, making the waste wood feel more comfortable. He took a deep breath and was about to walk to the parked car on the side of the road, when he suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at the night in the distance.

But I saw that the dark night was surging like flowing water, and a few figures were faintly revealed.

They walked silently in the night, and their steady steps were like urging war drums, giving people a huge pressure.

"Who?" The little brother of the waste wood immediately stepped forward and asked sharply. The other younger brothers were also alert, and although the night around them seemed to be calm, there were at least a dozen of them scattered around.

No one answered, just a black figure and steady footsteps, but gradually approaching.

The faces of the surrounding little brothers changed, and they all gathered around, trying to block the front of the waste wood. The black figure on the opposite side was exerting force almost at the same time. Like cheetahs intruding into a flock of sheep, they approached in an instant.

Raise your hand and wave your knife!

Three people, three knives.

The air seemed to be being pulled and torn, making a screeching sound that made people wrinkle their eyebrows. The three junior brothers of the waste wood immediately threw them backwards in response, and their bodies were still in mid-air, and they sprayed blood mist.

The man among them was the fastest, his body overtook the scrap boy who was chopped out by him, and killed two more on the way, and then one rolled over and crossed to the roof of the car, and with a flick of his wrist, he pounced on the roof of the car like a tiger descending from a mountain.

Before the people arrived, the snow-white sword light was already like a dazzling sun, falling down one after another, straight to the waste wood.

There was no blood on his face, and his body quickly retreated, his eyes full of horror.

Although he knew from the time he found these people that the other party was not good, but at this time, not only the elite junior brother was by his side, but Mo Canglong, one of the eight generals of the Tempest Gang, was also in the warehouse behind him, and he could have maintained his composure.

But the other party killed him in a blink of an eye, and the composure he deliberately maintained was gone, and he wanted to laugh and see his little brother's dream of breaking the enemy shattered.

At this time, he just wants to retreat, and the faster he retreats from this damn sword light, the better, and the farther away the better.

However, the sword light was like a maggot on the tarsal bones, closely chasing his body. As if he would not be willing to devour him.

Waste wood's eyes were red, although there were still a few younger brothers around him at this time, but one by one he had no time to rescue, and he was fighting alone.

However, after all, his position as the boss was also shot down with a knife and a gun. Although these people have hollowed out a lot of their bodies by eating, drinking and playing, they have not lost that brave blood!

Since he can't retreat, then fight, as long as he can block this knife, then he will be the biggest winner tonight!

With a roar, the scrap wood flipped his wrist, and the steel knife that had been unused for some time but had been carrying with him fell into his hand, and with a shock to his wrist, a terrible knife light slanted and won it.

While!

The two knives struck each other, and the waste wood only felt that the wrist was light, and the other party's knife that seemed to contain the power of Wanjun was easily broken by him. However, instead of being happy, he felt his head tingle, and the cold chill made the hairs on the back of his head stand on end.

He moved, twisting to the side as best he could. But it was already too late.

The sword light that should have receded appeared in front of him strangely, facing the unguarded virgin land in front of his throat, the knife light flashed, and unceremoniously smashed his throat cartilage......

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