I don't know if Mr. Mei has this luck or picked up the cheap, and after rushing out of the door to find it for less than half an hour, he actually found two new cars in a car shop driven by a White Russian, and he also found two White Russian handlebar cars. Although it is calculated that the price of a trip from Beiping to Tianjin is called the sky-high price of 200 oceans opened by White Russia, it can be regarded as being able to leave this turbulent city immediately!

Regardless of the fact that the luggage had not been carefully packed, let alone the many bits and pieces scattered on the ground, Mr. Mei sent his subordinates to hand over a two-finger-wide note to the master who lived in the Liuguo Hotel, who was also Wang Zhaoming's staff, which was also a messenger on his back. Waiting for the two White Russian handlebar-driven cars to stop at the gate of Changxuan Garden, Mr. Mei immediately got into the car and urged the two White Russian handlebar-type Ma Er to walk!

It's strange to say, at first, when I heard that Mr. Mei was about to leave Sijiu City, the two Japanese who were guarding Mr. Mei's side in Changxuan Garden were all in a posture of blocking vigorously, and the words in their mouths were all appropriate and respectful, but the faint fierce light in his eyes really made Mr. Mei's heart tremble--this Japanese can occupy the four eastern provinces with the skill of speaking, if you really use force on yourself, God knows what kind of scene can be tossed?

But when Mr. Mei jumped into the car at a trot, the two Japanese in the garden, who were called protectors and actually monitored Mr. Mei, did not suffer at all, but bowed respectfully to Mr. Mei, as if they had changed their temper in the blink of an eye?

Although he vaguely felt that the behavior of the two Japanese was a little strange in his heart, Mr. Mei really didn't have time to think about it carefully, so he just stared at the road in front of the car with round eyes. After the two cars that had been waiting for so easily passed through the crowded and bustling streets out of Sijiu City, Mr. Mei was a little relieved, and his waist, which had always been supported, also leaned on the back of the chair. He closed his sour eyes slightly.

Originally, I was expecting to go to Beiping City safely, just like Zhuge went to Jiangdong alone and joined Wu to fight against Cao, so that he could return to the camp to invite merit and reward. Even if you can't be an important minister of the Han family, you can't be a prime minister in Shuzhong!

Who would have thought that the turbulent storms and fierce waves in Sijiu City would call himself like Jiang Gan who stole books, but he was frightened by seven points before he could do it. Speaking of which, he no longer dared to collude with the Japanese who pretended to be the governor of Zhou. In the thirty-six plans, I decided to go as the top plan, and the soles of my feet were oiled and I took care of my life first!

It's just that after this disgraced person goes back, I'm afraid that if I have a weight in that Wang Zhaoming's heart, I will have to give a discount, right? I can't say for sure, I'm afraid that the benefits that can be reached in the waist every month have to be blown away by wind and rain?

I have to think of a way to cover up this leak in Sijiu City!

With all sorts of thoughts wandering around in his head, Mr. May didn't even open his eyes to see the road ahead. I waited until I suddenly heard the strange scream of the White Russian handlebar in front of me, and the whole car had stopped after a sudden jolt, and Mr. Mei, who was completely defenseless, slammed the bridge of his nose on the hard back of the seat in front of him!

Tears flowed down the river. Mr. Mei covered his already crooked mouth and nose and whined, unable to even utter a word. Before the car could stop, he pulled out a Southern-style pistol from his waist and put it on fire, stared at the figure in a tunic and top hat sitting on a big rock in the middle of the road, and opened his voice and shouted: "Which way?" What do you want to do when you block the roads under the blue sky and white sun? ”

With an unlit cigarette in his mouth, the figure who covered most of his face with a top hat raised his head slightly, and looked at the two cars that opened the doors of the car with guns and jumped out of the car. Lazily stretched out his hand and pointed to the side of the road, where it was obvious that they had just been piled together.

Subconsciously looking in the direction pointed by the figure in the top hat, several of Mr. Mei's side were all trembling in shock—just behind a few large rocks not far from the roadside. The muzzles of the two Czech light machine guns were already pointed at everyone. Behind the two cars, several big men in Mao suits who also wore Mao suits emerged from the grass on the side of the road, and they also raised their German 20-shot pistols in their hands and aimed them in the direction of the two cars.

Seeing that the two cars he was sitting in suddenly fell into such a pocket array, and the hard fire in the other party's hand was many times stronger than the southern-style pistol in his hand, Mr. Mei's brains in charge came quickly, and he lowered the muzzle of the gun in his hand first. With a three-point smirk, he shouted at the figure who was blocking the way: "Which way are you heroes?" We're just outsiders doing business, so where can we afford to put up such a big battle with you? When I went out, I was in a hurry, and I didn't have many valuable things on my body or in the car. If you have any eyes on it, just take it, even these two cars can be given to you."

Still waving his hand lazily, the figure who stood in the way took off the cigarette roll that was in the corner of his mouth. With a dumb voice, he shouted at the broken man who opened his mouth: "Within nearly a hundred miles of the surrounding area of Sijiu City, I have never seen a good man who can use a Czech-style light machine gun and a German-made twenty rings in his hand!" Okay, don't pretend to be here! Ma Yu'er's - call the surname Mei to get off! ”

Subconsciously turned his face to look at Mr. Mei who was curled up in the car seat with his mouth and nose covered, and shouted with a smile to the roadblock figure wearing a top hat: "Since you know the roots of our people, you must be able to understand Mr. Mei's back."

With a sneer, the person who stood in the way suddenly turned his hand and pulled out a handful of virtue from behind his waist, and pointed straight at the broken urging who spoke: "It's all over the world, and you're still pretending to be confused here, aren't you?" Let me tell you clearly, what we are going to clean up today is this surnamed Mei! Anyway, the above has already been explained, it is best to keep a living mouth, and it is okay if you don't die! I'm dozens of people, and if the surnamed Mei doesn't get off the bus obediently, then I'm really going to be sorry for you! I said brothers, wait! ”

In the sound of the promise. The big men who had formed a pocket array put the hard fire in their hands on the fire, and the muzzles of the black holes were all pointed at the crushed urges gathered around the cars.

Seeing that it was already an unstoppable situation, several people standing next to the car all raised their guns and pointed their guns at those big men who were arranged in pockets, but in their hearts, they were all like mirrors - to be able to lay a pocket array on the road only twenty miles outside Sijiu City to intercept Mr. Mei, this has to be done by being psychic, strong and strong. What's even more rare is that there is no one on the road before and after, and someone must have blocked the road before and after. It's convenient for these characters who have laid out pocket arrays to act!

rashly fell into such an airtight, urn to catch turtles in the formation, if you can hit out alive today, I'm afraid it will have to be the ancestors to accumulate virtue? !

Lowering his head slightly, the smashy figure in charge didn't care that the figure who was blocking the road had already opened his mouth to count, and hurriedly shouted to the white Russian handlebar style in the car who was already frightened and curled up in the seat with his head in his hands: "Drive out, or you will definitely die here!" ”

Holding his head with his hands rigidly, the Belarusian handlebar shook his neck desperately, stumbling in awkward Chinese and shouting: "I don't do it, I'm just a driver, I don't know anything, I don't see anything."

Turning his face to look at Mr. Mei, who was already so frightened that he was paralyzed in the back seat of the car with his mouth and nose covered, and a smell of urine was already coming out of his body. The man in charge gritted his teeth fiercely, plunged headlong into the car, and the barrel of the Southern-style pistol in his hand stabbed the White Russian handlebar in the stomach fiercely: "Get out, or I will kill you!" ”

In a panic, he reached out and pulled open the door, and the white handlebar was almost like a head-to-head posture and rolled out of the car. At the moment when the White Russian handlebar rolled out of the car, the steward moved his body and squeezed into the driver's seat of the car, holding the steering wheel with his hand, and stepped on the accelerator with one foot fiercely!

Like an old cow that has been whipped so badly. The car, which didn't even have time to close the door, roared and circled in place for half a circle, splashing sand and kicking up dust on the ground. He turned around and sped away in the direction he came. At the same time as the car turned around, two Czech light machine guns mounted on the side of the road also suddenly went off, knocking several of Mr. Mei's smashes to the ground.

Ignoring the fact that the gun had pierced several holes in the window glass, and ignoring the screams of his companion after being hit by a bullet from behind him, he rushed out of the broken steering wheel and drove towards the road from which he came, and barely managed to fiddle a little more smoothly with the constantly shaking body. But he didn't wait for the broken car to catch his breath. A string of bullets from nowhere had already burst two tires on one side of the car, and the speeding car staggered all the way to a large tree on the side of the road

Dizzy, he wiped a handful of fine wounds on his face that were constantly bleeding, and he didn't forget to turn his face to look at Mr. Mei who was curled up in the back seat of the car, and shouted to Mr. Mei, who was already frightened and dizzy, screaming like a girl with a straight neck: "Mr. Mei, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you this time, I'll try my best to block these people." Hurry up and run for your life."

As soon as the words fell, on the road in the direction of Sijiu City, several small cars were already rushing towards the boundary where they were shooting and firing, and in the open windows, all strong men with machine guns leaned out, and the bullets swept towards the big men who were blocking the road as if they didn't want money. But in the blink of an eye, several cars had already rushed past Mr. Mei's side, and approached to refute the fire with those people who were blocking the road!

Behind the cars, another car was parked safely next to the car where Mr. Mei was sitting. Ishikawa Yokoshi, who jumped out of the car, carried a southern-style pistol and shouted loudly in Japanese into the car that was leaning on the side of the road: "Mr. Mei, are you safe and sound?" We're here to rescue you."

As if the drowning man had grasped the last straw, Mr. Mei, who had already been so frightened that he peed on his crotch, suddenly screamed at the top of his voice: "Help, they are going to kill me" (to be continued......)