Chen Dong's gaze looked forward.

The buildings in the distance, small and dilapidated, messy and old, gather into and fall, and the surrounding high-rise buildings form a clear dividing line.

It gives a feeling of crossing over.

Just by looking at it, you can feel the air of poverty rushing over your face.

Even the road gradually became bumpy and tattered.

When the vehicle is driving, you can clearly feel a strong sense of bumps.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of rotting and urine.

Chen Dong couldn't help frowning.

Yuan Yigang said in a deep voice: "Here, there are all hopeless people. ”

"Hope is always for yourself." Chen Dong responded, "If you don't want to give yourself hope, then there is no hope at all, if there is still a flame burning in your heart, it will add up to a lot, and one day a wildfire will be able to set the prairie on fire." ”

Yuan Yigang glanced at Chen Dong.

Rubbing his nose, he smiled and muttered, "I really can't understand you anymore, you are young, but you have seen through so many things." ”

"Because I've been through it all."

Chen Dong smiled and pointed to the dilapidated slums: "Since I was a child, my mother and I have lived in the slums." ”

Yuan Yigang smiled and choked.

He shrugged his shoulders, restrained his playful expression, and picked up the walkie-talkie to cheer everyone up.

Slums, a combination of dilapidation, darkness, and decay.

As Yuan Yigang said, there is a group of people living here who are at the bottom and have no hope.

In the zone of three regards, a group of hopeless people believe in the law, just like in the natural jungle, simple and crude.

Big fish eat little fish!

Even for a piece of bread can even lead to a bloody battle.

The reason why Yuan Yigang and Ye Yuanqiu opposed Chen Dong's planned route to include the slums at the beginning was not only worried about the menacing assassination of the forces behind the scenes, but also worried about the crisis in the slums.

This is a place full of murderous opportunities.

"Everyone keeps up with the team, without any stops, and strives to get through the slums as fast as possible."

Yuan Yigang shouted into the walkie-talkie, his voice was sonorous and powerful, not giving people the slightest chance to hesitate.

This...... It's an order!

"If you pass through too fast, you will have no chance for the forces behind the scenes." Chen Dong was a little speechless.

Yuan Yigang smiled bitterly: "There is a difference between what you and I say quickly. ”

Chen Dong stopped speaking and stared ahead.

Gradually, the slums are getting closer and closer.

The unpleasant smell in the air grew stronger and more pungent.

The smell of ruin.

It gives a feeling of depression and fear.

Along the way, you can also see some women in tattered clothes, standing in place with dull eyes, looking at the convoy.

And on the side of the road, there are also shirtless and tattooed men, looking at them with malicious intentions.

On weekdays, very few people come to the slums.

What's more, it's still a fleet of luxury cars.

Soon, Chen Dong understood the difference between Yuan Yigang and what he said about "fast".

The dilapidated and potholed roads make the speed of the convoy impossible to raise at all.

No matter how fast it is, the speed of the entire convoy is still as slow as a turtle.

And there are also people in the slums who are crowded in front of them from time to time, and they can only be driven away, and when they disperse, the convoy can pass slowly.

Chen Dong frowned, looking at the mess outside.

He suddenly felt a little melancholy.

Eventually...... Or was it too hasty to do it myself.

If he had known that this would be the case in the slums, he would have carefully considered rerouting it.

With the current average speed of a convoy, it can't reach a speed of 30 yards through the slums, as long as the killer in the ambush is not blind, it is estimated that he can point where to fight, right?

"Do you suddenly feel that you are still too young?"

Yuan Yigang seemed to see through Chen Dong's mind and smiled bitterly.

Chen Dong did not hide it, nodded, and responded with a wry smile.

At this time.

Bang!

Suddenly, there was a loud bang ahead.

Immediately after, there was a loud and noisy human voice.

Chen Dong and Yuan Yigang's faces were contemplative at the same time.

Yuan Yigang hurriedly picked up the walkie-talkie and asked, "What's going on ahead?" ”

"The head car hit the woman in the slum, and the people have already surrounded her, and the old man is letting people deal with it."

On the walkie-talkie, Ye Yuanqiu's deep voice sounded.

Because of the collision, the road ahead was blocked, and the entire convoy came to a standstill.

And the noise in front of me is getting louder and louder.

Crowds are gathering more and more.

Such a scene, Rao is a member of the Hong Society, and it is also a big head.

The horizontal fear is the most appropriate to describe the current situation.

Chen Dong and Yuan Yigang, who were sitting in the car, completely sank their faces.

Because they found that as the convoy stopped, time passed.

There were already a lot of people gathered around, not to entangle in front of them, but to stand beside them, looking at each car with a malicious look.

"I feel like I'm in a wolf's den." Chen Dong rubbed his nose.

"I can't wait any longer, drag it on, not to mention the forces behind the scenes, it is estimated that these people will not be able to bear it."

Yuan Yigang said in a deep voice, picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Ye Lao, if it drags on any longer, it is estimated that there will be riots in the slums." ”

This is not a rhetorical statement.

A convoy of dozens of luxury cars entered the slums.

In the eyes of these hopeless people, it is a small moving vault.

Those who believe in the law of survival of the jungle, in the face of a small treasury, who can withstand their greed?

"Money is being sent."

On the walkie-talkie, Ye Yuanqiu responded simply and rudely.

However.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out like thunder over the slums.

In an instant, the entire slum fell silent.

The next second.

All the people in the slums suddenly became agitated.

The crowd that had long been unable to bear the crowd around the car, with the sound of this gunshot, as if an order, rushed towards the convoy one by one with red eyes.

"All the cars start up and rush out at once!"

Yuan Yigang's face changed greatly, and he gave an order.

The stagnant convoy finally started again.

Bang bang bang......

Gunshots rang out from all directions.

The whole slum seems to have exploded.

Rushing to the approaching crowd, one by one with red eyes, desperately trying to pull open the car door.

Even if the convoy moved again, it was still slow, and there was no time to shake off the crowd around it.

The scene was chaotic.

Roars, smashes, gunshots echoed.

Chen Dong and Yuan Yigang sat in the car with calm faces.

Suddenly, Ye Yuanqiu's loud cheers sounded on the walkie-talkie.

"Everyone's on alert, there's a convoy coming!"

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

Smoke billowed into the sky.

On the walkie-talkie, Ye Yuanqiu's shouts immediately sounded.

"Alert, alert, the convoy collides, the road ahead is blocked, immediately protect Chen Dong and evacuate!"

The voice did not fall.

Dense strafing gunfire rang out ahead.

The corners of Chen Dong's eyes were beating wildly.

Yuan Yigang slammed his fist on the seat: "Damn, even the heavy weapons have been moved out!" ”