After a rooster crow, the young man with swollen eyes and only a slit left turned his gaze to Zhang Jin's passenger seat. There, the backpack full of Australian dollars that Zhang Jin used to covet the gang of deflated threes happened to be where Haode was lying.

As a result, the eyes of this young man, who had already narrowed into a slit, suddenly burst out with a sharp greedy gaze, which was so golden that people almost dared not look directly!

The tone of his voice also rose again, just like the castrated voice of the legendary grandfather-in-law, sharp and piercing:

"Brother Pente, that's right, it's that bag! It's that bag, I'm sure I'm not mistaken. It's all money! I could have sworn by my eyes that there were bundles of hundred-dollar bills! ”

Thinking that he had seen the intoxicating 'scenery in the bag', and thinking of the 'cup' he was about to get into it, this young man who came to 'take revenge' was excited, and his mouth turned over and over with assurances and swearing.

At the same time, after listening to the words of this young man, more than a dozen big men also seemed to be infected, and their eyes looked straight at the backpack that this young man was referring to, more than a dozen pairs of eyes were oily, and the saliva at the corners of his mouth also tended to overflow.

In his heart, he estimated how much this bulging bag of 100 yuan bills was, and at the same time calculated how much fat he could share.

When the big man with a long-pole shotgun heard this, while his eyes were shining, he couldn't wait to point his muzzle at Zhang Jin, who was sitting in the driver's seat, and shouted:

"Yellow-skinned monkey, come down, come down for me immediately! Be honest, or I wouldn't mind a shot blowing your head off! ”

……

Under the 'coercion' of the gun-wielding man, in order not to anger these guys, Zhang Jin obediently 'slowly' pushed open the driver's door, 'slowly' walked out of the car, and 'slowly' walked to the big man who was pointing at him with a black hole a few meters away......

Seeing Zhang Jin under the gun, such an obedient nest look, these guys who thought that victory was in sight couldn't help but laugh weirdly. A middle-aged man beside the young man on crutches who had just enjoyed Zhang Jin's warm 'hospitality' this morning, even more ignored the boy's bared teeth, patted him on the shoulder heavily, and said with a smile:

"You're talking about him? You guys can do it. Such a skinny monkey-like guy can beat the seven of you to a stinking beating, break your arms and legs, and then crawl back like a dog. Could it be that I spent all my strength on my mother's belly last night......"

Zhang Jin, whose figure can be called perfect, is not the same body as those modern creamy 'vomit', and compared with ordinary people, he is far from being thin.

But. Compared with this person who opened his mouth to laugh, Zhang Jin also had to be ashamed of himself to admit that he was a 'reed firewood stick'!

This grinning guy is a big white man, with a height of nearly two meters, although his belly is like a bulge, but looking at the clear muscle lines on his arms, it is obvious that this is not a fat and weak embroidered pillow.

At least for ordinary people, this guy can definitely be regarded as powerful! It is not an exaggeration to even call it a 'Hercules'.

So. This white man, who has always been conceited of courage and pride in his figure, is 'obedient and obedient' Zhang Jin at gunpoint. Naturally, the face is full of disdain.

Therefore, all the more than ten people in this group naturally got carried away happily after seeing Zhang Jin's current appearance of a 'prisoner under the stairs'.

They were so happy that they weren't even aware of the fact that Zhang Jin had been smiling lightly from beginning to end, and he never showed a trace of fear when facing the muzzles of the two black holes of the double-barreled shotgun. …,

So much so that they didn't even notice that although Zhang Jin obeyed their coercion to get out of the car and move forward. But he didn't make the usual gesture of 'raising his hands and surrendering', his hands were always hanging on the pockets of his jeans, leisurely like a lazy young man walking in the sun on the park path.

So much so that they completely forgot about this young man who was looking for his own people and waiting for the rescuers, and his previous description of Zhang Jin's 'terrifying'. Rationally. They think it's just a whitewashed excuse for a few incompetent little guys to beat up for themselves, and an excuse to shirk it!

Therefore, the white man who thought he had a gun in his hand and was determined to eat Zhang Jin said very obediently:

"Several of my younger brothers were beaten by you this morning, and it is necessary for me, as an older brother, to get justice for my younger brother. We don't need to meet the uniformed villains, they're too busy. We'll just take care of this little thing ourselves.

Of course, we are all civilized people, and we will not break one of my brother's legs as violently as you did. Because, if you were to do all the damage you did to them once, even a few lives would not be enough. ”

Speaking of this, the big man with the gun paused, and his eyes once again burst out with a dazzling golden light:

"As I said, we are all civilized people! Place? p> Yu Yi sent for Rong tear δ stunned G 5 Pull the remnants of the foliage 鲆trance ┎hook ァ V gray eunuch concubine 硇 Nai machine that Ji Huan Yao Yi pro even paralyzed Sudden Wei Dream Lapper is turbulent and melancholy? p>

Speaking of this, the gun-wielding man who thought that he had made a good excuse finally couldn't bear the desire for the 'legendary' full of hundred-dollar bills, and crooked his mouth and said:

"Didier, you go to his car and bring that backpack here!"

As soon as the gun-wielding man's words fell, an excited voice sounded behind the big man:

“haode！”

With the answer, a man who was smaller than the gun-wielding man, but who was also strong, came out of the crowd and raised his legs to walk towards Zhang Jin's car.

However, the man known as 'Didier' had just taken two steps to pass by Zhang Jin, and Zhang Jin, who had never spoken, finally spoke:

"That bag is mine, did I promise to come down and let you scoop it?"

Zhang Jin's tone is perfectly matched with his demeanor, and he is ruffian. It belongs to the kind of sound that makes people rub their skin and itch as soon as they enter their ears, and they want to beat him.

Obviously, this big man named 'Didier' is very familiar with the people who are traveling with him. Even if he didn't look back, he could hear that the voice didn't belong to anyone he knew. Therefore, he quickly realized that the only person who could speak was the 'quail' who was 'trembling' under Pente's gun.

So, while looking back, he said in a disdainful tone:

"You're wrong, this bag may have been yours before, but it's ours now. I can't help you ......."

Didier said half a sentence, and then there was no way to continue.

For Didier, who had finally turned his head, saw not the emaciated yellow man trembling at the muzzle of his brother's gun, but another completely unexpected scene.

Although Pent was still holding the gun in both hands, the barrel of the gun was already in Zhang Jin's left hand, and the muzzles of the two black holes of the double-barreled shotgun were pointed at the ground between the two under the grip of Zhang Jin's iron hand.

This is nothing, what is more important is that Zhang Jin's free right hand has been withdrawn from his pants pocket, and he is holding a black and heavy pistol that has been installed with a silencer in his hand, and what is even worse is that the pistol in Zhang Jin's hand is against the center of the eyebrows on Pente's forehead!

The side that was rampant with guns one second lost the biggest barrier of the 'shotgun' the next, and the side that 'did not disobey the order' at the muzzle of the gun one second succeeded in putting its own muzzle against the opponent's head in the next second. …,

A second before and after, the role is replaced!

Didier looked at Pent, who was held to the head by the gun, in a cold sweat, and looked at the other people's eyes bigger than a cow, stunned! So, fearing that Burnt would be hurt and that he would be hurt, Didier, was honest and obediently stood in place and installed the statue.

For several 'robbers', the changes before and after are too abrupt, and the gap between the hearts before and after is too great, it is simply 'one second of heaven, one second of hell'.

Looking at the shocked looks of these people, Zhang Jin drooped his eyelids and said lazily:

"I guess you're thinking, 'Is this shot real or fake?' ”

As soon as Zhang Jin finished speaking, Pente, who was pressed to the center of his eyebrows by the muzzle of the gun and always observed the pistol at the center of his eyebrows, took over the conversation:

"The Giurza 9mm automatic pistol, nicknamed 'Spotted Viper'. Tsarist Führer Guard with guns. Known as a police nemesis, within fifty meters, it can penetrate almost any body armor......"

This Pente, who was in a cold sweat on his forehead, forced himself to calmly introduce Zhang Jin's gun with a sprinkled expression, and only then added two words at the end as a concluding statement.

"It's true!"

Zhang Jin, who was going to show off jokingly, didn't expect that this big man who was held up by his own gun would be 'in the mood' to play this quiz game with himself, and in a word. So he couldn't help but laugh funny:

"You're right, this is indeed a spotted viper! But, as much as you believe it, I think there are a few idiots out there, and apparently they don't believe it! So, I'm going to prove it to you! ”

As he spoke, Zhang Jin's eyes quickly swept over the suspicious 'robbers' while his hands were still holding the barrel of the gun and holding the pistol.

In less than a second, Zhang Jin chose the target, so he said:

"I've heard you say hello before, my name is Didier, your earrings are beautiful, but in my opinion, this pendant doesn't seem to be very suitable for you!"

'Poof! ’

As soon as Zhang Jin's words fell, the sound of a Buddha like a stone falling into the ash heap rang out. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to (.) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation