When the butcher got home, he lay down on the couch, and he untied his heavy coat, which was almost the size of a quilt, and then he untied his shoelaces, and with such a shake of his feet, the shoes on his feet were gone. The butcher sat his legs crossed, picked up a bucket of potato chips in front of him, turned on the TV, and began to chew.

The TV screen played the picture, and the butcher quietly watched the plot on the TV, and the more the butcher felt that something was wrong, the smell of smoke in the room became heavier and heavier. Strange, I don't smoke, why does the house smell of smoke? And there was only one person in the room, the butcher thought to himself, but he didn't pay much attention. After a while, the butcher couldn't stand the smell of smoke, and he stretched out his legs to find the source of the smoke in the room. Maybe it was because something had been burned in the kitchen, maybe it had drifted in from outside, the butcher thought.

The butcher put his leg down, only to find that his leg was already a little numb, he stood up and patted his thigh, feeling more and more numb, so he suddenly sat down, and the body with a height of more than 1.9200 pounds sat down and smashed the sofa creaked.

When the butcher's legs slowly returned to normal, he got up again, walked to the shoe rack with his sock-only feet, put on a pair of slippers, and turned on the headlights in the room to look around the living room. Suddenly, the scene in front of him startled him, and there were actually three people sitting on the side of the tea table behind the sofa.

"Who are you? How is it here? The butcher looked at the three people in front of him and asked in surprise, but there was no trace of fright, perhaps because of his strong body, he thought that the three people in front of him didn't have to worry about anything even if they wanted to, no way, the natural physique was there.

"We've been here all along, and before you, you came in and didn't even notice it," said one of the men, who looked strong and mental, but whose strength was nothing compared to that of a butcher.

The butcher recognized that the man who spoke was from Huayang, and the other two must also be from Huayang.

"It's good that you found us, we were going to wait for you to find out, but even if you don't find us we won't wait long, because your feet stink is too unbearable," said another man, and then he pressed the half of the cigarette in his hand against the wooden top of the tea table, where the wooden top touched the cigarette butt and emitted a final burst of smoke. As he spoke, the man got up and walked over to the butcher, who did not flinch, for he did not pay any attention to the three men.

The smoking man tilted his head and twisted the corners of his mouth, tilted his head and squinted at the butcher, and then the man stretched out a fist and pounded the butcher's thick chest with not much force, and said defiantly: "This body is really strong enough ....."

The man's last "Huh? Before he could say the words, he was slapped by the butcher, and like a broken hemp rod, he immediately flipped to the side.

The other two men stood up sharply at this, and the man who spoke first held out a gun, which slowly approached the butcher and then aimed it at the butcher's temple.

The butcher didn't dare to move immediately, he knew that if he resisted, even a little resistance might kill him at this time, he really didn't expect them to carry a gun, if it was a knife butcher, it would be not false, but now it was a gun against himself, and the butcher's heart was already empty.

"Big brothers, I don't know you, so what is this for? "The butcher said in his honest tone.

The man who was knocked over by the butcher got up from the ground, stepped forward and kicked the butcher wildly, and kept scolding: 'Fucking beat me, see if Lao Tzu doesn't kill you.' ”

The butcher let the man's movements on his body, and he didn't feel much damage, which must not be enough for a full-fledged man. Suddenly, the butcher felt a sharp pain in the heel, the sharp pain of a sharp object penetrating the heel, this pain was unbearable and the sharp pain that was heart-rending, the butcher screamed in pain, he waved his arm, but then the place where the heel penetrated was tightened again, the butcher fell down with a "bump", and smashed heavily on the coffee table, and smashed the table top of the coffee table to smash it, and his head was also cut by the glass and the blood flowed.

The butcher couldn't care about the pain in his head, because the heart-piercing pain in his heel was the most fatal thing at this time. He sat up from the ground, only to find that his right heel had been pierced by a sharp hook through the tendon of his heel, and the hook was attached to an iron chain, and the end of the chain was led by a man who seemed to be the most honest of the three.

The pain forced the butcher to twist his face and clench his teeth. The man pulling the chain loosened the chain in his hand at this time, and the butcher's pain gradually lessened.

The man with the gun crouched down beside the butcher, while the man who had beaten the butcher's chest at first stood there laughing contentedly.

The man with the gun crouched beside the butcher and said to the butcher covered in blood, "How is it, you enjoy it, right?" ”

The butcher gasped and looked at the man in front of him and said, "What the hell are you going to do?" ”

Man with gun: "How's it going?" You killed the son of our eldest and let you feel the pain of this death now. ”

The blood on his forehead flowed down the corner of the butcher's eyes, and then along the corners of his eyes to his cheeks and dripped onto his woolen sweater, because wool does not absorb water, so the blood dripped on the woolen sweater, and then dripped onto the pants, and suddenly the pants turned red. The butcher kept blinking his eyes and glaring at the man with the gun in front of him through the red in front of him.

At this time, the man who was standing at the beginning of the provocation of the butcher took out his mobile phone and began to film.

The man with the gun took out a Swiss Army knife from his pocket, then pressed the tip of the knife against the flesh in front of the butcher's collarbone, and slowly moved forward, the tip of the knife pierced the cardigan and slowly pierced into the flesh, at this time the non-absorbent cardigan was no longer useful, and the blood soaked the area around the cardigan that had been stabbed by the knife. The butcher roared again, but this time the roar was an angry roar, and he waved his arm to hit the man with the gun in front of him, but the butcher's movements slowed down and was dodged by the man with the gun.

The butcher opened his bloody mouth and roared: "Huayang, you dog offal, you have the ability to come here yourself?" Look at Lao Tzu if he doesn't eat you, Lao Tzu just killed your son, Lao Tzu will kill you, Lao Tzu will kill you, Lao Tzu will be your ancestors ..........."

The man with the gun wiped the blood stains on the saber on the sofa, then closed the saber, shook his face on one side, looked at the butcher coldly and smiled, then walked over to the place where he had started to sit and took out a bag of things.