"I've been in decline for decades, and whether I can transit or not depends on today."

At four o'clock in the morning, the black fly that had just left the phone booth was full of confidence like never before.

The boss has already promised him that if he kills the thunder dragon, he will be put on the throne, and then he will be the little leader, who will dare to look down on him.

"Sir, let's have a bowl of choppy noodles!"

The morning market has begun to be sold early, and there are more pedestrians on the streets.

The black fly's gaze swept over the stall selling chop noodles, and landed on the other party's meat cleaver, and could no longer move away.

"Boss, let's have a bowl of choppy noodles."

The fly walked up to the boss and said hello.

After the boss turned around, he picked up the meat cleaving knife on the stall and ran, causing the boss to scold in the back: "You are sick, my meat cleaver is also stolen!" ”

"I'll pay you back when I'm done with it!"

The black fly held the knife and ran faster and faster.

This kind of meat cleaver used by the vendor himself is sharpened and is better than the watermelon knife bought in the market.

The black fly, who had made up his mind to take the position, ran two streets in one breath and came to the territory where the Thunder Gang was located.

The Lei Gang is a spectator, and many nightclubs, bars, mahjong parlors, and food stalls are covered by them.

The black fly came to a mahjong parlor with a knife, hidden in his clothes, and stared at a little brother who was about to come out to the toilet.

When he walked into the toilet, the black fly followed, and the knife was on the person's neck: "Don't move! ”

"What?"

The little brother watching the scene was taken aback, looked at the knife in the hand of the black fly and didn't dare to move, and said tremblingly: "Don't mess around, this is covered by our Thunder Gang." ”

"What Lao Tzu is looking for is your Thunder Gang!"

The black fly pressed the knife against the man's neck and asked, "Say, where does your boss Thunder Dragon live?" ”

"What do you want to do, I won't betray the boss." The younger brother is quite backbone.

"To say or not to say?"

The black fly pushed the knife forward, and the backbone of the little brother immediately couldn't bear it, and hurriedly said: "Live in Tianjiang Community!" ”

"How many?"

"No. 32, it's a single-family villa!"

The black fly pushed the person away, grabbed the door with a watermelon knife and fled.

The little brother who was coerced stood in place and was stunned for a while, and then hurriedly ran to call: "Boss, you are not at home, there is a madman with a knife who seems to be looking for you!" ”

Running down the street, the fly that just got into the taxi always felt that he had forgotten something.

What did you forget?

The black fly couldn't think of it, but felt that his mind was blank, and the only thing left was to go to the Tianjiang community and then hack the thunder dragon to death.

"Thirty-two!"

"Thirty-two!!"

"This is it!"

After coming to Tianjiang Community, the sky was already bright.

The black fly stood in front of Villa 32, looking at the locked gate, and the hand holding the knife tightened and tightened.

"Servant Street, I can be the boss by hacking you to death, hacking you, hacking you!"

The black fly climbed up the railing, the hilt of the knife in its mouth, and walked inside with excitement on its face.

As soon as I touched the doorknob, God helped me, I didn't lock the door, God really wants to accept you.

Creeping through the door, the fly tried to keep his footsteps as low as possible, swallowing his saliva and looking around.

Brontosaurus, where are you?

Brontosaurus baby, Brother Black Fly has come to see you!

The black fly walked in step by step, and just as he fantasized about the Brontosaurus falling at his feet and being appointed as the eldest brother by the boss, the lights in the room suddenly turned on.

It's so bright!!

This was the first thought of the black fly.

The second thought is, how can there be so many people in the living room?

As far as I could see, there were more than a dozen people standing in the living room, some of them hiding behind the sofa, some standing on the second floor, and some of them had just come out of the corner.

Among them, a middle-aged man in red pajamas, holding a revolver in his hand, stood at the front of the crowd, it was the thunder dragon he had been thinking about for a long time.

"Wow, there's a madman trying to cut me!"

The thunder dragon himself was also confused.

He was just asleep when he suddenly received a call from his subordinates saying that a madman was going to hack him to death.

When he heard this call, Brontosaurus's first thought was not to believe it.

Isn't it foolish that anyone would ask his little brother about his residence, and then let his little brother go, and come and kill him alone.

In the spirit of being prepared, Lei Long called more than a dozen people to the villa.

But I didn't want to, this fool really came, holding a one-foot-long meat cleaver in his hand, and appeared in his living room in a grand manner.

Wow, that's scary!

Who does he think he is, Nie Zheng, Jing Ke, want to leave, or Zhuzhu?

Boss, the Qing Dynasty is gone, and you still kill people with knives?

Look down on me so much, why do you have a whole black star, you really don't have a dirt shotgun.

"Brontosaurus, I'm going to hack you to death!"

The moment the two sides met, the black fly's eyes were red, and he was about to rush forward with a knife.

As a result, I didn't take a few steps, I only felt a pain in my lower back, I don't know who kicked me from behind, my center of gravity was unstable and I fell to the ground, and the meat cleaver in my hand flew out.

"Wow!"

The moment the knife flew out, the thunder dragon was really startled.

But in his sight, the knife was stuck straight into the flower pot, and it was still several meters away from him.

Seeing this oolong, Lei Long was completely relieved, he didn't know where this person came from, but he believed that no matter how bad he was, he wouldn't die at the hands of such a decrepit person.

"Hold him down!"

As soon as the thunder dragon gave an order, four or five people immediately pounced on it and held down the black fly.

The black fly is still berserk, but he really has no ability, and he can't break free from the locks of several big men.

"Who are you, and who made you here?"

The thunder dragon was called out in his sleep, and he was already angry.

Seeing the black fly, a waste material killer, added fuel to the fire, and I couldn't help it.

"Phew!"

The black fly didn't say a word, and spat at the front.

Seeing this scene, the thunder dragon was completely angry, kicked the black fly in the stomach, and roared: "Say it quickly, if you don't say it, I'll kill you!" ”

"If you want to kill, kill it, if I make a sound, I won't be a hero!"

The black fly leaned up its neck, showing that it was not afraid of death.

Instead of laughing angrily, the thunder dragon took a few steps back and advised, "Hit me, let me see how hard his bones are!" ”

Cracking sound!!

Everyone stepped forward one after another, punching and kicking the black flies.

The black fly could only protect its head, and after a while, it was beaten and snorted, and the internal organs were as uncomfortable as burning.

"Stop!"

The thunder dragon shouted to stop, walked up with the gun, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the head of the black fly: "Can you say it now?" ”

"If you don't say it, you just don't say it!"

Although the black fly's hands were shaking, he was still gritting his teeth and insisting.

"Don't say, okay, I'll play a game with you!"

Brontosaurus opened the magazine of the revolver and took out five bullets, leaving only one bullet in it: "You are so kind, you must have heard of Soviet roulette, right?" It's funny, there's only one bullet in this revolver, and guess how many shots will kill you? ”

The fly tilted its head and glanced at the revolver.

Three seconds later, he swallowed and spat, and a look of fear flashed through him.

What the thunder dragon wants is that he is afraid, if the black fly is really an iron man, he will still feel bored.

"This is the first shot!"

The brontosaurus took the gun, put it against the black fly's head, and slammed the trigger.

Syllable!

Empty guns!!

"Yo, you're so good, the first shot is an empty gun!"

The Brontosaurus screamed, and whispered a little nervously: "You said the second shot, is it an empty gun?" ”

The fly did not speak, and closed its eyes.

Three seconds later, he only heard a snap, and the second shot was empty.

Hearing this voice, the whole person seemed to collapse, and there was a faint urge to urinate.

But he still gritted his teeth and held on, closed his eyes and didn't say a word, and said in his heart: "Brother Yao looks up to me, and if he dies, he will die, I must not betray Brother Yao!" ”

Syllable!!

The third empty gun sounded, and the flies shivered with fright.

"Three shots can't kill you, and it's your fate!"

The brontosaurus held the revolver, the muzzle of which drew circles on the head of the black fly, and whispered, "Do you want to play anymore?" If you don't want to play, just say a name to me, and I may let you go when I'm in a good mood. Otherwise, guess what, can the fourth shot kill you? ”

"If you want to die, die, my life is cheap, shoot, shoot!" The flies howled.

Syllable!!

The fourth shot was also empty.

According to the six magazines, there must be a chance of one bullet, and the chance of the next shot being shot is as high as 50%.

Thinking of the fifty percent chance that he would die, the black fly swung all over his body, and the cold continued to flow down his cheeks.

"Say, what kind of hero, what are you so scared, what are you still doing, look at your whole body shaking!"

The brontosaurus whispered softly, like a cat playing with mice.

The fly still didn't speak, he clutched the carpet so hard that his whole face was distorted.

"Hey, hey, I'm going to shoot!"

The thunder dragon smiled playfully, pressed the muzzle of the gun against the black fly's head, and slowly pulled the trigger.

Syllable!!

Fifth, it was still an empty gun.

It's just that unlike before, under the relaxation and tightening, the black fly did not hold on.

He, pee...