Somehow, after answering the phone call, the originally tense weekend suddenly quieted down, just like the mood of the fourth grade when he used the handle of the mop to pick up all the boys in the sixth grade class alone.

To be honest, the boys in the sixth grade class at that time were lying outside the girls' toilet and peeking at their sister going to the toilet on the weekend, which was just a joke, and it was impossible to see it. But he was angry on the weekend, so he did the feat of being a sixth-grade man alone, although he was killed as soon as he rushed out, but, to be honest, he was really not afraid at that time.

"What did the other party say?" When he returned the phone to Ah Wei on the weekend, Ah Wei asked with a solemn face.

"After about half an hour, we met at an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city." As the weekend spoke, he had already gotten up from the couch.

In fact, he is quite tall on the weekend, but he is usually used to bowing his body slightly, and his body is thin, which will give the illusion that his body is weak.

"I'm going to gather my brothers, no matter who the other party is, fuck him!" Feeling the oppressive force that suddenly emanated from the weekend, Ah Wei didn't dare to pause and hurriedly got up.

"Ah Wei!" Seeing that Ah Wei was about to open the curtain of the booth, he stopped him on the weekend, "I'll go by myself, and let the brothers guard their own territory." "Anyway, on the weekend, Ah Wei opened the door curtain one step ahead, and went out alone, and when he left, he was in a hurry, and he even forgot the rusty firewood knife.

Looking at the posture of walking on the weekend, the outer figure-eight, the crab step, how to look like the original horse eye.

But the horse's eye is burly, and when he walks like this, he feels powerful and domineering, but his body is too weak on the weekend, giving people a sense of nondescriptry.

Of course, in this nondescript pace, there is a kind of desolation hidden.

Somehow, Ah Wei suddenly thought of someone, the swordsman who stabbed Qin.

"Boss ......" Ah Wei stood at the door of the booth and suddenly said in a loud voice to Weekend, who had already walked to the door of the AC bar, "Brothers, wait for you to come back and have a good time!" ”

I don't know if Ah Wei scared the weekend when he said this, or the floor was too slippery, and the weekend tripped over his left foot and his right foot without warning, and almost fell to the ground.

"Mom, fuck!" There was a weekend scolding from outside the AC bar, how vulgar and vulgar it was, but it was important to be real and not pretentious.

On this morning, a young man in a school uniform and accustomed to walking with his hands in his trouser pockets set off from the AC Bar alone, stumbling to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Cannes.

The abandoned factories on the outskirts of the city seem to have been forgotten by the world, and few people come to this place, especially when the morning news report on Cannes TV recently reported that people died here.

Standing on the empty playground of an abandoned factory, where a pebble was used to fight with countless unknown people not long ago.

The night was noisy, with shouts of killing, screams, and swearing, but now, everything was dust, and from the moment the horse's eye fell to the ground, everything was silent.

Standing in the sun, there was a chilling feeling on the back of the weekend, and I don't know if I was afraid of the soul of the marquise, or afraid of the rich bass who called before.

At the end of the day, Weekend is just a young man under the age of twenty, and when he is the same age, he either plays games in the college dorm room, or points fingers in the family business, and no matter how bad he is, he also brags and farts in a small company. But he is about to face a group that wants him to die.

Until now, Weekend's mind had been empty, he didn't know who was dealing with him, he didn't know what was waiting for him, and he didn't even know if he would be able to get out of the abandoned factory.

However, one thing is certain, if he doesn't come, he will not be able to sit firmly in the position of the three masters of the Tiger Head Gang, and he will be ruthlessly thrown off the horse by Li Haotian and Lu Shuaijie's group, and will be beaten back to his original shape from then on, and even, with his character, he will not have the face to stay in the baby travel agency anymore.

So, in order to hold on to the things in my hands, I came the weekend.

This world is like this, the things you are afraid of will not stay away from you because of your timidity and withdrawal, on the contrary, the softer you are, the more cowardly, the more this kind of thing will follow, no matter how you throw it away.

Raise your foot and kick open the long decaying iron door of the abandoned factory.

With the stench of corruption, Weekend stood at the gate of the abandoned factory, his shadow, because of the sunlight outside the door, was stretched long, long, reflected in the dark factory, distorted, unreal.

There were still puffs of dust falling on the door frames, like snow, on the old school uniform at the weekend. The young man held a cigarette in his mouth and scanned everything in the factory with his clean and honest eyes.

The huge factory building is as empty as the courtyard outside the factory, and there is a thick layer of dust on the ground, which is quite harmonious, but the footprints on the ground have destroyed this sense of decadence.

In the center of the "Boss ......" factory is an iron lock that extends down the corridor on the second floor, and when the iron door is kicked open on the weekend, the chain as thick as a wrist makes a clanging sound.

The man hanging from the chain had a blue nose and swollen face, but he was burly, cleanly shaved, wearing a black tank top, and his body was full of explosive muscle mass.

This person is Zhang Zhiwei from AC Bar.

Zhang Zhiwei, who was hung in the factory by chains, was like a kite, his facial muscles were distorted, especially when he saw the weekend, his facial expression was richer, and he swayed in the void.

noticed that Zhang Zhiwei had a knife inserted in each of his left and right shoulder blades, and he didn't say a word on the weekend, but just looked at Zhang Zhiwei with his eyes and shook his head slightly.

The emotional weekend saw the weekend shake his head, as if he understood, nodded heavily, and then stopped struggling, silently enduring the tingling pain from his shoulder blades.

Seeing that Zhang Zhiwei was no longer struggling, he seemed to be very satisfied with the weekend and showed a more honest smile.

With such an expression and such a dress, standing at the door of the old factory building and facing the tide of enemies pouring down from the corridor on the second floor, it seemed extremely disproportionate.

After a pause, Weekend held his head high and tried to walk into the factory.

Just as he was about to lift his foot on the weekend, the back of his head was pressed against something cold.

When I was a child, every Chinese New Year, Zhou's father and mother would buy a toy gun for the weekend, and he was the tallest one.

After being sensible, through television and through self-study, he gained a certain understanding of firearms. But at the end of the day, guns, he had never really touched them.

So, when the back of his head was pressed against something cold, his first thought was not that it was a gun, until he heard the other party say in that thick bass voice: "Don't move, or I'll blow your head off!" ”

Gun!

The one that was against the back of his head was a real gun! All you need is for the other party to pull the trigger, and your own head will bloom.

When the image of the gun smashed into Weekend's mind, at that moment, Weekend almost reflexively crouched down and hugged his head.

Weekend is just a young man with no money, no power and no power, and now he is less than twenty years old, his life circle is too small, and he has experienced too little, so that when he faced the deadly devil of the gun for the first time, his legs were weak, the kind of legs that couldn't even lift a breath, and even his head was dazed, buzzing and screaming.

As if he had thought of what would happen after the trigger was pulled, a gunshot sounded, blood splattered, and he fell to the ground, no longer conscious. Zhou's father and Zhou's mother couldn't bear the pain of the white-haired person sending the black-haired person, and died of depression. Because my sister didn't have her own protection, she married a stupid nouveau riche with a big belly because she didn't graduate from college because of the oppression of life, and she endured the devastation of the big fat man every night......

"It's the first time I've been put a gun to my head, but ......" Weekend said with a trembling hand as he took the cigarette from his mouth and said in a calm tone, "I hate it when people put a gun to my head!" ”

It is unimaginable that a young man who is so afraid of death would face the back of his head when he is held to the back of the head, he still holds his back so upright, and his voice is like a wounded tiger whistling, and, when he says this, he actually tries to turn around to see who is holding the gun against him.

The latter couldn't get his way, almost just as he was about to grit his teeth and turn around at the end of the week, with a flying kick to the calf of the weekend.

"Damn, do you really think you're the boss?" The latter kicked the unprepared weekend and staggered into the factory, and shouted in a deep voice, "Cripple this kid first!" ”

The people who came down from the second floor, all fierce and vicious, with knives and steel rods, listened to what the big fat man with a gun at the door said, and couldn't help but say, and rushed to the weekend when he didn't have time to stand on his heels.

First, he was hit in the abdomen by a steel rod, and Zhou Zhou, who was going to hold it hard, stiffened, and raised his hand to grab the steel rod, but as soon as his hand was stretched out, the back of his hand was cut by a knife, and at the same time, he was kicked in the back, and a blunt object such as a wooden stick smashed on Zhou Zhou's back.

Suffering from the enemy on the back of the abdomen, after all, he is not a fierce general who can defeat a hundred on the weekend, and he is not a chivalrous man with peerless martial arts, although he is strong, but in the end he is still beaten to the ground.

After being knocked down on the weekend when I always believed that face was as important as dignity, I was always used to curling up on the ground, holding my head in my hands, for fear that my handsome face would be disfigured.

It is obvious that the opponent is a killer, and you can see the strength of the sticks and punches and kicks that smashed on Weekend's body. The other party did not knock the weekend to the ground and stop, but followed the words of the big fat man with the gun: Cripple! Therefore, the damage suffered on the weekend can be imagined.

The attack power of the other party on him was at least ten times that of Morlivan's gang when he was in his daughter's red hair salon.

However, even after such devastating damage, while covering his head on the weekend, he didn't forget to sneak a peek at the big fat man standing at the door along his fingers!

Even if he felt that he was about to die, he still didn't give up the opportunity on the weekend, if not for anything else, just for the unruly anger in his heart, just for what he said on the high platform:

"I am a villain, although I come from a humble background and have no background, but I am decisive in my work, and I will repay my eyes.

Those who have me or tried to me, no matter how deep their background, how strong their strength, how many brothers they have, I will pull them out and do them one by one, even if I am an illiterate and poor ghost who is afraid of heights and faints blood! ”

Through the fingers, through the fingertips, the weekend saw the big fat man standing at the door of the factory.

To the surprise of the weekend, although the big fat man was burly and more like a human-shaped tank than Ma Yan and Huang Hui, he did not have the majesty of a horizontal sword, nor did he have the fierceness of a fierce god, even if he was holding an air-conditioned pistol in his hand.

"How could it be him?" When he saw the big fat man's face with a basin, his pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had seen a ghost.