In the dead of night, the sudden explosion of shouts and killings was like rolling thunder, instantly breaking the silence of the dark night.

With one hand in his trouser pocket and a cigarette in his mouth, he stood on the weekend in the middle of the moonlit night, the wind blew, and Rukawa Kaede's hair flowed with it, which was a little lonely.

In the next second, the hand inserted in the trouser pocket was suddenly pulled out like lightning, and Sen Han's pistol was aimed at the person led by the other party, and he spit out two words very casually: "Don't move!" ”

The alley, which was originally noisy and noisy, fell silent in an instant because of the gun in his hand on the weekend, especially the person who led the other party, even raised his hands high, and his legs and feet trembled slightly.

The other party considered that the pistol used by the big fat man would become a bag for the weekend, but everyone had a fluke mentality, they didn't believe that a young man under the age of twenty would dare to use a gun.

Facts have proved that not only did he dare to use a gun on the weekend, but he also exuded a bloodthirsty aura with a gun, like a devil who only awakens in the dark night, the hand holding the gun is like a steel cast, and the black gun eye is aimed at the leader of the other party, and he does not move.

In the next second, the big fat man swaggered up to the leader, and smashed his fist, which was one size bigger than the mouth of the bowl, into the man's abdomen.

"Uh......" The big fat man only used one punch, and the leader of the other party was smashed to the ground and fell to his knees, he covered his stomach, and the pain made him unable to say a complete sentence.

The other party's nearly twenty people saw that the leader was knocked down by a punch, and they looked at each other one by one, and a few were even ready to throw away their weapons and run away.

"Hey, hey!" Seeing the expressions of the other party's group, Weekend smiled coldly and said, "If any of you think you can escape faster than the speed of a bullet, I don't recommend giving it a try." As he spoke, he strode forward, kicked a man with a steel rod to his knees, and his voice rose sharply, "Squat down for Lao Tzu!" ”

With a gun in his hand, Weekend was tantamount to controlling the lives of nearly twenty people in the field, what he said was a holy decree, no one dared to disobey, and everyone's remaining wisps of resistance were completely shattered by the kick of Weekend Fei, knives and steel rods were thrown on the ground, and everyone squatted on the ground one after another, holding their heads in their hands.

In the quiet alleyway, two thin men stood like rocks, and at their feet, nearly twenty enemies squatted.

"As the saying goes, there is a debtor, I have always had clear grievances, and I can understand the difficulties you are driven by, so I don't want to deal with any of you at all!" Sweeping through the squatting crowd on the ground over the weekend, the conversation shifted, "But you must tell me who sent you." "The gun is aimed at someone who's just been kicked to his knees and still hasn't gotten up," you say. ”

The man was kicked hard by the weekend and fell to his knees, holding his head in his hands, looking extremely embarrassed. The weekend's kick was so hard that he now feels like his stomach is cramping all the time.

"I ...... I...... I don't know......" The man looked extremely flustered, and as he said this, his voice trembled, and his eyes glanced at their leader, the man with yellow hair.

"Thank you!" Seeing the man's panicked look in his eyes, Weekend patted him on the shoulder gratefully, and instead got up and squatted in front of Huang Mao, who was taking the lead.

Huang Mao was originally punched by the big fat man, obviously the power of that punch was unbearable for him, and at this time he was already curled up on the ground, holding his stomach with both hands, and his face was pale.

Seeing the weekend squatting beside him, Huang Mao's already pale and bloodless face became even paler, like a dead man, his pupils sometimes swelled and sometimes constricted, you can imagine how afraid he was of the weekend, more precisely, he was afraid of the pistol that hit his head on the weekend.

"I ...... I don't know ......" Before he could speak, Huang Mao had already endured the pain in his abdomen and said in a panic, "Boss...... Other...... Don't kill me...... I'm old and young...... I'm just in it for the money......"

"You don't know?" The weekend was surprised, thinking that Huang Mao refused to tell the truth, and paused, he punched Huang Mao's nose, and suddenly, the nose bleeded.

"I really don't know...... Huang Mao was in a hurry, he couldn't care about wiping a handful of nosebleeds, let alone the pain in his abdomen, so he hurriedly got up from the ground and knelt in front of the weekend and kowtowed desperately, "Boss...... I really don't know...... We don't know each other...... That one...... The same goes for that big fat man...... You...... If you don't believe him, you can ask him......"

When he raised his eyes, he saw the big fat man nodding, and he only believed what Huang Mao said on the weekend.

The other party didn't use the people under his own hands, but went to great lengths to find these scattered combinations of people, obviously, the black hand behind the scenes didn't want the weekend to know about his existence.

It is very easy for the man behind the scenes not to reveal his identity in front of the big fat man, but these people don't know who the person behind the scenes is, which proves that the person behind the scenes is indeed good.

I thought that after spreading the matter of being a brother with the big fat man, the mastermind behind the scenes would not be able to resist taking the initiative, but he knew that the other party was cunning and cunning, and he actually came to such a show.

A person squatted on the ground, stunned for a long time on the weekend, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and said to Huang Mao: "Although you don't know who that person is, you always have a way to meet him, right?" ”

The weekend was decided, he planned to let Huang Mao lead the way and take him to meet the person behind the scenes.

"Brother, this won't work!" The big fat man hurriedly said, "The time I met him was on the street corner, although it seemed that he only brought a driver, but the pedestrians around him were obviously also planted by him, and the slightest carelessness would fall into a dead end." ”

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get a tiger?" The weekend decided that instead of being so aggrieved and being caught off guard by the other party, it was better to be ruthless to yourself and take the initiative.

Maybe you will be strangled to death by the black hand behind the scenes, but it is also possible that you can break the other person's arm on the weekend.

It's like when two gamblers compete at the table, they are not exactly whose card is higher and whose card is smaller, but also luck and guts.

In order not to leak the news, half an hour later, Huang Mao's group was subdued by Ah Wei and others who were called over the weekend, confiscated all the communication equipment on their bodies, and temporarily detained them in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city.

Subsequently, the news of the weekend's death spread through Ah Wei throughout the underground of Cannes.

Dead on the weekend, blocked in the alley by a group of mysterious people, beaten to death with sticks!

Qi Baobao and Yan Qingcai listened to the little brother sent by Ah Wei, and it was in the middle of the night, after the two girls brought the last wave of passengers from the train station to the baby travel agency to rest, they just heard the news.

Yan Qingcai, who was about to go back to her rented house to sleep, listened to Ah Wei's words, tears poured out like a burst, her shoulders shook violently, because she was too sad, she couldn't cry, she just whimpered silently.

The calculator in Qi Baobao's hand fell to the ground with a bang, she was stunned, completely stunned, and the originally charming peach blossom eyes instantly lost her mind.

A woman couldn't cry no matter how she cried, and a woman stood at the cash register in a daze......

In just one night, news of the weekend's death spread throughout the Cannes underground. However, except for the two women who had not slept all night, no one showed much emotion.

"Die, die, there's no pity, it's just a short-lived ghost, no matter how much you jump before you die, it's a flash in the pan." Lu Shuaijie didn't take this matter to heart at all.

"Die, it's better to die, you don't have to pretend to live anymore." Early the next morning, her daughter Hong looked up at the sky and muttered to herself.

As for Concubine Zhao Long, when the female secretary told her about the weekend's death, she was very surprised: "Weekend, who is it, do I know it?" Apparently, she had forgotten all about the young man who had carried her to sleep in the basement.

The only one who was sad for a while was Li Haotian, but his sadness was that he had lost a right-hand man, not that he was a person on the weekend: "It's a pity that a very aggressive person dies like this!" ”

The sorrow of the little people is not only when they are alive, but also after death.

"If I did die, how many people would shed tears for me? If I do die, who will remember me in three years? "The morning sun has not yet risen above the horizon, and when I stand in the open space of an abandoned factory on the weekend, the phrase suddenly pops into my head, "Pathetic! ”

The big fat man stood five paces behind him, his head hanging down, and he didn't say a word.

"Presumably the boss who gave you the money already knew about my death, and if you met him today, if I guessed correctly, you would end up like this." Weekend looked at Huang Mao beside him, raised his hand and gestured at his neck, "So, if you're scared, you can go now." ”

"I know!" Huang Mao paused, and said with a somewhat empty look in his eyes, "In a few months, my daughter should be promoted to high school, and I am not afraid of death for the sake of tuition." ”

"What's your daughter's name?" Weekend suddenly asked this headlessly.

"......" Huang Mao couldn't react for a moment why the weekend asked like this, subconsciously looked at the weekend, and noticed the weekend's serious demeanor, Huang Mao couldn't help blurting out, "The child is surnamed Li with her mother, and her name is Li Xin." Boss, I know you mean you want to take care of her for me, I'm for money this time, if I really die, I won't have anything to worry about. ”

"What about you, what's your name?" To be honest, the weekend's heart was touched by Huang Mao's words. Isn't he a person like Yellow Hair? Huang Mao did not hesitate to kill people for the sake of his daughter's high school tuition, so why not on weekends? Huang Mao risked his life this time to see the mastermind behind the scenes and take the money to kill the weekend, why didn't he risk death to fight with the mastermind behind the scenes on the weekend?

"An ordinary person like me, the name is not important, boss, you don't need to remember, I just hope to be reincarnated as a rich man in the next life." After Huang Mao finished speaking, he raised his feet and walked towards the outside of the abandoned factory.

Huang Mao cooperated with the mastermind behind the scenes in the same way as the big fat man before, and he also received a deposit of 10,000 yuan, and after the matter was completed, there was also a part of the commission and a huge bonus. Of course, this is a façade, as for whether the mastermind behind the scenes will fulfill his promise, come to think of it, no one knows except the mastermind himself.

Rules have always been made by the strong, and only the strong have the ability to break the rules.

The plan for the weekend was to use yellow fur as bait to lure the snake out of the hole.

Therefore, not long after Huang Mao left, he and the big fat man, Ah Wei and others also set off on the weekend, and they rented an extended van in advance, which can accommodate sixteen people, and the car followed Huang Mao far away.

Huang Mao is accustomed to hiking, it is estimated that he saves money, and at the age of nearly forty, he dyes his hair yellow, giving people a nondescript feeling.

He first walked to the East Street telephone booth in the new district of Cannes.

Because of the appointment in advance, Huang Mao stood in the public phone booth for a while, and the phone rang.

Connected the phone, the other party told Huang Mao the agreed place and time, because Huang Mao was only given 20 minutes, so Huang Mao stopped a taxi for the first time and left.

"The viper is about to come out of the hole, Ah Wei, follow the taxi!" Weekend opened the window, threw the cigarette butt out of the car, and hurriedly said.