Although surrounded by enemies, Gong Bing remained calm, and there was no nervousness on his face, and there was no more expression.

He slowly took off his backpack, then pulled the chain and took the ancient book out of it, so as not to cause the other party to react aggressively, and Gong Bing's movements were slow and gentle.

Under the light, the man could see the cyan ancient book clearly, just like the one in the photo, and the man nodded secretly.

However, to distinguish between the real and the fake, you still need to get your hands on it and read and check it.

"Very well, now throw the ancient books to me." The man said to Gong Bing.

"Do I look silly? What if after giving you the ancient books, you turn your face and don't recognize people? Don't think I don't know how many guns are pointed at me right now. After Gong Bing threw the backpack on the ground, he said with the ancient book in one hand.

"And what do you want?"

"Get your people out of the way first, I hate being held at gunpoint."

"I also hate being held at gunpoint, but do you think it's possible for my people to get back? I haven't forgotten that you're a martial artist. The man said with a smile.

"Do you smell anything?" After that, Gong Bing raised his other hand, and put his two hands together, one holding the ancient book, and the other holding the lighter: "If you don't want the ancient book to come to naught, do as I say." ”

The man stared at the ancient book in Gong Bing's hand, his nose moved, and then he smelled a smell of gasoline.

"You don't have to do this, we just want to get the ancient books back, in fact, there is not much contradiction between us."

"I know what you're thinking, the Wild Wolf does things for the Black Sun Gang, and the Black Sun Gang provides some help for him to become the boss of Green Town, and the relationship between us is just a cooperative relationship, and we are not interested in the affairs between you and the Wild Wolf."

"I think you've also gotten a lot of good things from the wolf, like money and treasure, but we just want to get the ancient books back."

"You give me the ancient books, and I'll let you go, it's as simple as that." The man said with a smile.

If it was really that simple, there would not be so many guns, uniform movements, and fast silence, which is not something that ordinary people can do, you must know that even if ordinary people pick up guns, they can only be called thugs.

Gong Bing sneered in his heart, but his face was still unmoved, just looking at the other party silently.

The man and Gong Bing looked at each other, and just when Gong Bing thought that the other party was coming, the other party raised his right hand, and immediately, the people around him quickly left.

In Gong Bing's sense and blurred vision, they quickly moved away and disappeared behind the waste mountain.

They certainly hadn't left, but Gong Bing knew he couldn't force more.

But for the sake of such an ancient book, the other party was able to give in to such an extent, which made him feel a little surprised, obviously there were some secrets in this ancient book that he didn't know.

"Satisfied? Now you can leave it to me, knowing that your actions like this are likely to cause damage to the ancient books, and if so, I don't think anyone will be happy. The man spoke, the smile already fading from his face.

"You're a tricolor of the Black Sun Gang?" Looking at the other party's blue and yellow hair, Gong Bing asked.

"yes, you know a lot." The man pursed his lips and replied, "My name is Ranson, and I am a henchman of the Tricolor Boss. ”

Because of some speculation in his heart, Gong Bing had already done his homework in advance and learned a lot about the Black Sun Gang.

"Then the person who has been working with the wolf all this time is Tricolor."

"It's the Black Sun." Lan Sen corrected, but did not deny Gong Bing's words: "Don't talk so much nonsense, hurry up and bring the ancient books." ”

As he spoke, he walked towards Gong Bing, and at this time, the two of them were only seven or eight meters apart, and it was only eight or nine steps to walk.

"I have one more question." Gong Bing continued to ask.

"You have too many questions." As soon as Ranson finished speaking, from a moment of stillness to a moment of movement, the whole person rushed over.

Seeing the other party rushing towards him, Gong Bing did not face him, but directly threw the ancient book towards the other party, which should have been better after igniting it, but the other party was very fast, and Gong Bing didn't have time to do this step at all.

As soon as the ancient book left his hand, Gong Bing jumped to the side, and at the same time, a bullet slashed past him and hit the ground.

The other party had just agreed so easily to let his subordinates leave, and sure enough, he had prepared a backhand, which was a hidden sniper.

Are snipers worth so much now? How is it everywhere?

Or is it that he is in conflict with the snipers, otherwise how could he have been so close to them recently? Gong Bing secretly complained.

On Ranson's side, when he saw the ancient book flying towards him, he immediately gave up rushing to Gong Bing, but stopped to catch the ancient book.

But when he opened the ancient book, he found that the title page inside was all cut out of newspaper, and the cover was also plausible, completely handmade fake.

"Damn, you stinky boy dare to lie to me?"

Ranson threw the fake on the ground and looked up to find that Gong Bing had left the searchlight clearing and hid among the waste heaps on the side.

Ranson looked at a building outside the scrap yard, where his sniper was hiding, with the cover of the scrap pile, and with the guy's high-level reach, the sniper had little chance of continuing to shoot the black gun, and it seemed that he still had to rely on himself.

Hearing the gunshots, the men who had just left reappeared and were surrounding, and in addition to that, there were many more men pouring in from outside the scrapyard, all of them thugs recruited from the Green Town, in order to prevent this from happening now.

Toasting without eating and drinking, watching Gong Bing's figure disappearing into the waste heap, Ranson spit out the toothpick and sneered.

Listening to the footsteps around him, Gong Bing knew that there were a large number of people outside.

"I'm just alone, and the other party has dispatched so many people, which is really worthy of me." Gong Bing muttered quietly, but he was not afraid or panicked, because the people who appeared later were at most miscellaneous fish, and it was impossible to have the quality of those gunmen before, otherwise, Gong Bing should have changed his name to call them warlords, not gangsters.

Although the area of this waste collection station is not small, dozens of people scattered around him, and soon compressed Gong Bing's activities.

Roundhead and Fitz are both fleshy-faced, tiger-backed, and look like a pair of brothers, but in fact they are not related by blood, but that doesn't stop them from becoming good buddies.

Neither of them joined any of the gangs in Greentown, but as a thug and a notorious thug, many gangs liked to do things with them.

It's the same this time.

Just yesterday, the famous Black Sun Gang found them and promised a reward, just to deal with an ordinary boy, let alone teach others, the two brothers have even done murder, so they immediately agreed.

They originally thought that only the two brothers would do it, but when they came to the old street tonight, they found that the Black Sun Gang had found a lot of people.

There are both familiar and unfamiliar faces, and they are not good men and women at first glance.

Seeing this, the two of them were quite disapproving, such a big gang, and so many people were invited to deal with a boy, is this boy still a monster?

But for the two of them, as long as they can get paid, it doesn't matter if the other party invites a group over.

Roundhead and Fitz walked side by side between the scrap piles, holding iron pipes more than a meter long, while the others kept their distances and searched.

There was a clang, and the round-headed two people immediately turned around and looked over.

It turned out to be a wild cat foraging for food.

", eat garbage stuff." The roundhead snorted and waved the iron pipe to drive the wildcat away.

"What are you laughing at, believe it or not, I gouged out your eyes and stuffed them in my mouth?" Fitz, who heard the sound of laughter nearby, turned his head and cursed.

"Hey, I'd love to try." The other party was not afraid of him, and immediately responded in a strange manner, and there was also a companion standing next to this person.

The tip of the needle was against Maimang, and the two sides confronted each other for a while.

There were people around who didn't care and moved on, while others crossed their arms and watched the excitement.

As the commander of this incident, Ranson, who was only about ten meters away, also saw this scene, but he did not intervene.

Compared with his elite subordinates, these hooligan ruffians are all invited to be cannon fodder, as long as they can create an opportunity for him to capture or kill the other party, even if they shoot out the pig's head, Ranson doesn't care.

And at this moment, in a corner not far from him, in a pile of inconspicuous rotten wood, a black shadow appeared out of nowhere.