"Who the fuck dares to kick me!" The tall man exclaimed, fell to the ground, and was about to get up when he was stomped on the face again.

"Right here, I'm the tallest." As soon as the slender man finished speaking, he was punched in the back, and his body staggered, almost pounced on Tang Yulan.

"Are you fucking crazy? Why hit Lao Tzu! The lanky man turned his head and shouted angrily.

"It's a tall one!" The rest of the prisoners punched you, I kicked the slender man who cried for his father and called his mother, and fainted to death in less than a minute.

As soon as the partnership finished a fight, several people scattered, bent their waists, and looked at the accomplices around them vigilantly.

"Stop!" Only then did Zhu Jianhong understand that he was tricked by Tang Yulan, and the team he brought was originally a temporary combination, and there was no unity inside.

Even if it is a mercenary gang that has been formed for several years, it is easy to cause a fire fight due to the uneven distribution of spoils, not to mention that he is a "temporary captain".

Zhu Jianhong wanted to understand the link here, and hurriedly shouted: "Stop, we were all played by him!" ”

The short-haired man and the pockmarked face only watched the excitement from the sidelines, and did not pay attention to what was happening.

"Lao Tzu just gave you a little less money, and you just found a way to make trouble?" Tang Yulan raised her eyebrows and said, "Since that's the case, that's good!" I won't share the money! Take it yourselves. With that, he threw the briefcase into the air.

A pile of banknotes flew out and landed far at Zhu Jianhong's feet.

The prisoners stared at the wad of bills, their eyes going green.

Zhu Jianhong shouted: "Don't move, everyone pick it up and distribute it equally!" What do you think?! ”

"Bah, listen, what's that called? He has less money, so he has to divide it evenly? Tang Yulan snorted loudly and said, "I can't beat you, it's better to spend money to buy peace, you can also go up and search in the van, and take whatever you like!" The money is all given to you, whoever takes more will take more, it's all yours, I don't want to get into trouble now! With that, he stayed out of the way, ran aside, and went to get the barbecue.

"The meat is still less condiment". Tang Yulan smelled the aroma of their barbecue, and was still dissatisfied and said, "Whoever has a bag of salt at this time, I am willing to pay 100,000 yuan to buy it." ”

"Do you still have any money?" Zhao Guangli pursed his lips and whispered.

"Not now, but later." Tang Yulan smiled, and as he spoke, he picked up a pheasant from a branch and roasted it slowly.

The smell of meat is permeated on this side, but the aura of murder is permeated on the other side.

The improvised gang was already suspicious, but now they don't trust each other.

On the snake-like road, the wind swept through the leaves, and there was a rustling sound. The money that had been scattered on the ground was also tumbling in the wind.

Zhu Jianhong felt that several eyes were fixed on him.

The money in that place is very attractive to everyone, but this group of prisoners, you look at me, I look at you, they don't dare to act without permission, for fear that someone will be stabbed in the back when they rob the money.

The short-haired man hugged the money in his arms tightly and said coldly: "I don't have any opinion on the equal distribution, but the money on my body was given to me by others, and this is what I deserve." If you average the score, that's all for the ground! "No one wants to spit out the meat in their hands.

"Deserved? Bah! Do you really have a hemangioma, or are you a second-degree disability! Someone shouted: "You didn't make much effort, why did you take so much money and hand it over honestly, otherwise don't blame us for turning our faces." ”

The short-haired man's eyes became colder and colder, and there was a hint of murder in his eyes.

Zhu Jianhong said: "Calm down, everyone! Seeing the scene gradually get out of control, he became more and more impatient.

"Calm down, you turtle grandson!" The tall man picked up a few stones from the ground, threw them at everyone, and cursed, "Who attacked Lao Tzu from behind just now!" ”

The scene suddenly became chaotic, and someone squatted on the ground, secretly grabbed money and stuffed it into his arms.

Mazi stood still with his face when a man attacked him and kicked him in the waist.

"Bring it all to me, you idiot!"

Zhu Jianhong saw that everyone was red-eyed, and shouted: "Damn, I don't care about Lao Tzu!" As soon as he gritted his teeth and rushed to the battle circle, his goal was not to grab money, but to kill people.

If there are fewer people, there will be fewer people who will share the money.

If at the beginning, they still wanted to use force to deter each other, then after the first prisoner was killed by Zhu Jianhong, it had completely turned into a real fight.

Tang Yulan sat on the ground leisurely, the fight next to him seemed to have nothing to do with him, he turned the pheasant meat in his hand, turned his head to Zhao Guangli and asked, "Now, do you still want money?" ”

Zhao Guangli shook his head vigorously, and hurriedly said, "I don't want your money, your money is terrible!" ”

Tang Yulan put on a posture of an old pedant and said with a smile: "I serve the people wholeheartedly, sweep the couch at night to save cockroaches, and see mice feeding dry food." As long as you abide by the five stresses, four beauties and three loves, I will not deal with you. ”

Zhao Guangli felt that a cultural atmosphere of the forties and fifties came to his nose, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps.

On this side of the road, there is almost a fight.

Tang Yulan tore off a chicken leg, threw the rest to Zhao Guangli, and said, "These things are rewarded to you, go over and clean them." Clean money is put away, and unclean money is thrown away! ”

Zhao Guangli asked, "What about those people?" ”

Tang Yulan said lazily: "The living give them a knife on their necks." ”

Zhao Guangli frowned, a little reluctant, and said, "I don't have a knife!" ”

"Do you understand the metaphor?" Tang Yulan glanced at him with disdain and said, "Since you don't want to kill them, then drive them away and let them fend for themselves!" "Such a few little minions are not worth his hands on at all.

Zhao Guangli complained: "Why should I listen to you? But he still did what Tang Yulan said.

On the highway, the corpses lay on the ground, and two people were tearing and scuffling on the ground.

Zhu Hongjian had one leg discounted, and finally ran to the door of the van, but found that he had no key, turned around and crawled towards the forest.

The short-haired man killed the pockmarked face, and smiled hideously: "Haha, the money is all mine." ”

"Get out of here!" Zhao Guangli snorted coldly.

The short-haired man had a piece of flesh bitten off his shoulder, his left arm hung weakly, he raised his head coldly, and said, "What? Do you want to die too? ”

"Who wants to die?" Zhao Guangli sneered, pointed to the scarred prisoners underground, and said, "You are dead and wounded!" We have just eaten a full meal, and we have some strength, do you think you can take the money, is it possible? Keep all the money and fuck off! ”