Chapter 890: Arrest people
In the middle of the night, the dim streetlights shine on the road, making it look drowsy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
This is a downtown block not far from Red Maple Leaf Middle School, which is noisy and lively during the day, but once it is past ten o'clock in the evening, there are no people here, except for the 24-hour love shop with ambiguous red lights, and the other shops close early.
From time to time, a car or two rushes past on the road, but it only passes by and rarely stops here.
Chirping!
A taxi pulled up in front of a Korean barbecue restaurant on the street.
Knock knock, knock knock.
After opening the car door, there was a sound of staggering leather heels hitting the concrete floor, and when I heard the sound, I saw a man in a suit and leather shoes walking staggeringly, holding an unfinished half bottle of beer and walking out of the car.
"Ouch, boss, slow down!" After the man came out, a woman who was scantily dressed and smelled of inferior perfume also came out.
The woman also held a long leather wallet in her hand, men's.
"Alright. Don't look for it, count your tips. The woman patted the taxi, and it quickly drove away.
"Special!" For some reason, the drunken man suddenly scolded, and the beer bottle in his hand was still on the ground, and it was shattered.
"Ouch, boss, what is it that makes you so unhappy, you have drunk so much wine today, why are you still smashing bottles." The woman twisted her slender waist and walked up to the man, stretched out an arm, and grabbed him.
"Assi! You damn Chinese people, you are cheap, cheap, cheap! The man pulled his throat and stared at the woman next to him with red eyes.
The woman frowned at first, although she was a personality worker, but she also had self-esteem, and she was scolded like this, and her face covered with cosmetics suddenly pulled down.
"Why don't you speak? Yes? Stinky, Lao Tzu gave you money, but he didn't spend money to see your face. The man seemed to be in a very bad mood, and he shook off the woman's arm and pushed her to the ground with a backhand push.
"I'm grass. Are you sick and think that being rich is great? The woman patted the dust on her body aggrievedly, stood up slowly, and did not forget to pick up the long leather wallet.
"If you have money, the old lady won't serve anymore." The woman stuffed all the money in the leather wallet into her underwear, and then put the empty wallet still in front of the man's feet, turned around and left angrily, and said: "You pushed the old lady down, this is the old lady's medical expenses, let's clear it tonight, bye!" ā
"Ahssi! Do you want to go? Want to go? The man suddenly roared, and without saying a word, he threw himself at the woman.
"Oops! Help, there's a mad dog here. The woman was so frightened that she ran away.
But even if the man faltered, he didn't run a few steps before he caught up with the woman, pulling her by the hair and dragging her to a dimly lit cul-de-sac.
Hiss!
Before the woman whose scalp was about to be ripped off could react, she felt a chill in her lower body, and when she heard the sound, she saw that the man who had looked quite gentlemanly in the bar just now had torn off her miniskirt on the street. The woman's sexy black cut-out panties were suddenly exposed to the air, and the dim light made the man's blood rush when he saw it.
"Ahh Get out, get out! The old lady stopped taking this order. "Women are personality workers, but they don't accept being wild on the street. If she was seen by passers-by or captured by surveillance video, she would not be able to mingle in the city anymore.
The woman resisted desperately, but it aroused the wildness of the man even more.
Hiss, hiss!
The man's hand is particularly strong, and he tears off the woman's coat after dividing it by two, leaving only the three-point underwear that seduces the soul.
Syllable!
The man brutely wrapped his arms around the woman's waist and pressed her against the wall with his lower body.
"Haha! You Chinese people are so cheap, special size, what do you pretend to be high, you are the most lowly race among the yellow people. The man laughed maniacally, stuck out his tongue and licked it towards the woman's neck.
"Brother, anxious *** prostitute, I've seen a lot, but I haven't seen you in such a hurry, do you know, this is on the street." A cold voice came from behind him, making the man's scalp tingle for a while.
"Who?" The drunken man suddenly woke up halfway from drinking, and the other party had already walked behind him, and he didn't even notice it.
"Who? Busybody. It was a man with glasses and a white shirt who spoke.
"This big brother, please save me, I'm not a young lady, I was just passing by, I didn't expect to meet such a perverted nymphomaniac." The woman saw that the other party looked like an honest worker, so she deliberately pretended to be pitiful.
"Really?" The man in the white shirt shrugged his shoulders and said, "Do you want to set up an archway when you are a?" The special size underwear is stuffed with red and glamorous tickets, and you still say that you are not a lady. ā
was ruthlessly recognized by the other party, and the woman said with some embarrassment: "Big brother, this guy is a pervert, please save me, if you don't dislike it, I'll accompany you tonight." There is no charge. ā
"Shut up!"
Before the woman could speak, she was slapped and fell to the ground by the drunken man next to her.
"It's a ruthless attack. Brother, are you a man? The man in the white shirt was a little dissatisfied with the man's behavior.
"Ahh Cheap Chinese people, I'll count three times, if you don't roll, believe it or not, I'll break your legs. Seeing that the other party was a head shorter than himself, the drunk man arrogantly gestured a middle finger at the man in the white shirt.
"Although I haven't fought in four years, it's more than enough to deal with Korean crumbs like you." The man in the white shirt clicked his fingers and threw a punch straight into the cheek.
The drunken man turned out to be a practitioner, even if he was drunk, he still reflexively stretched out his arms to protect his head.
Boom!
The iron fist smashed into his arm, and the drunk man could feel his bones almost broken.
I've met a master!
A trace of bad premonition suddenly appeared in the drunken man's heart, and the drunken spirit suddenly disappeared with fright.
Call!
The drunk man did not dare to linger, and after receiving a blow from the other party, he turned around and ran.
Boom!
The drunken man had barely taken a few steps before he slammed headfirst into a chest that was as hard as marble.
"Want to run?" The person blocking the drunken man's path suddenly let out a loud cry and kicked the other man in the lower abdomen.
The drunk man only felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and the whole person flew out upside down.
"Give me a moment of honesty." The man in the white shirt chased after him quickly, stretching out his fists and slamming them into the temples of the drunken man who was still in mid-air.
The drunken man rolled his eyes and suddenly fainted unconscious.
Chirping!
At this moment, a pickup truck with low beams on quickly came and stopped steadily beside the drunk man.
"Get it." The cold rain flicked the soot and stuck its head out of the driver's seat window.
"Good Ratcha!" The two men next to the drunk man grinned, Deng Kai in a white shirt, and Chen Ze in the way.
The two threw the drunk man headlong and kicked into the trailer of the pickup truck, and then jumped up with him.
After the cold rain slammed on the accelerator and the pickup truck left at a gallop, the street returned to tranquility, leaving only a dusty woman in three-point underwear who looked at the direction of the pickup truck in a daze.