acT104: The strawberry plantations on the outskirts of the city are even more depressed in the cold rain, and the low houses are dim, with no fire and no voices, as if they are ghosts, wandering around some unkempt shells.

Gao Yang was lying on his back on the cold kang, there was still half a bowl of turbid water in the porcelain bowl in his hand, and there were messy and withered yellow vegetable leaves scattered around him, his eyes were hollow, his lips were dry, and if it weren't for the occasional undulating chest, he would be no different from a dead corpse.

The water beads oozing from the roof were connected into a line, dense like a spider web, and the water droplets fell to the ground, converging into a gurgling stream of water, winding down the damp land, and the ground was littered with cigarette butts that burned to the sponge, and the King Kong instructor sat at the table, with headphones on his head, his fingers pressed the keys like flying, his thick and thick eyebrows were tightly twisted, and his face became more and more distorted, and finally he couldn't hold back his anger, and with a roar, he shook his fist at the radio station where the signal light flickered, and suddenly got up and overturned the whole table.

The pieces on the table fell to the ground with a 'bang', the individual radio station carrying hope fell several times, the shell parts jumped around, and the screws and circuit boards flew out of the distance.

"Rubbish! Idiot! Pigs! The King Kong instructor roared, flew up and kicked the wooden table in two, the angry man was still angry, grabbed the rope that was wrapped in a strand and threw it at the window, the innocent glass shattered in response, the wind and rain poured in, and added another layer of frost to the snow.

Gao Yang's face was expressionless, ignoring the angry scolding of the King Kong instructor, he moved his hands, picked up a wilted vegetable leaf and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it.

"Get up for me!" Instructor King Kong was furious, grabbed Gao Yang's collar and dragged it up, foaming at the stars: "Stand up like a man!" Gao Yang still looked irrelevant, hanging on the ghost's arm like a dead dog, chewing on the waterless fibers in his mouth, and said weakly: "Save your strength......

"Rubbish! Rubbish!! The King Kong instructor threw off the beggar gang boss and continued to destroy the already dilapidated house.

When the beggar disciples next door heard the movement, two of them rushed in boldly, and they were stunned when they saw the scene inside, and they didn't dare to provoke the ghosts with obvious violent tendencies, so they turned their eyes to Gao Yang.

Gao Yang lazily stretched his waist, sat up, stared at the mess with hazy sleepy eyes, smiled bitterly, and said to his subordinates: "Clean up, see what can be used, bring it all." The lonely and ghostly militia looked at each other, not understanding what the boss meant.

Instructor King Kong turned his head and glared angrily, scolding: "You are not allowed to go!" ”

"Why don't you go and wait for death?" Gao Yang's steps were a little vain, he stood on the ground and woke up, and sighed: "Don't hold on, your boss left you behind, it's all a liar, it's all a liar......"

"Brother Yang?" The militia glanced at the foreigner with a blue face, and said timidly: "Fifth brother hasn't come back yet?" ”

"He? The old boy went to live a good life. Gao Yang had a miserable smile on his face, looked around the mottled walls, and said with a wry smile: "Go clean up." Instructor King Kong's heavy breathing gradually slowed down, and he didn't make a sound to stop it, muttering words that he didn't understand, kicked open the door that was not closed tightly, and strode into the rain, not knowing what he planned to do.

The two militiamen sighed in unison, both understanding that the big tree had nothing to rely on, the defection of the fifth child sucked the last straw that broke the camel's back, the strawberry field ran out of ammunition, Caroline could not be contacted, and the torrential rain did not stop, and it was better to wait any longer than to chew his tongue and commit suicide.

"Brother Yang, where are we going?" The militia picked up a cigarette butt and wiped it, took out a lighter and lit it, and smoked two puffs of sponge tobacco, choking on tears.

"Whatever, no matter where you go, I'll die outside." Gao Yang's face was full of depression, his face was full of stubble, and he was extremely depressed.

"What should I do with foreigners?" The militia asked.

"What's wrong with love, it's more worry-free to die." Gao Yang snorted coldly, his fingers rubbing the pinhole that was still clearly visible in the crook of his arm, and there was a slight dazed meaning in his eyes.

Old people often say that you can't talk nonsense on a rainy day, God will hear it, it's not good. When Gao Yang was a child, he was always fooled by superstitious old men and old ladies, and he would be a good baby every rainy day, and he didn't dare to provoke his parents or God.

The habits he planted in his childhood continued into adulthood, and he understood that it was the old man's nonsense, and whenever he thought of it, he would only regard it as a cautious old yellow calendar, and he would not take it as a grievance.

I didn't think that God heard his heart today and immediately responded. As soon as Gao Yang's words fell, a sound like thunder suddenly sounded outside.

Several people in the room were startled, and hurriedly looked through the window smashed by the foreigner, but saw the angry King Kong instructor standing in the rain, as if he was drunk, his steps were unsteady, and he swayed for a while.

"Bang!" Another bang. The King Kong instructor who was tango in the rain staggered, leaned back, and fell heavily into the muddy puddle, squinting at it, and the water pool under him seemed to faint a hint of red.

A business vehicle with a heavily dented front of the car broke through the rain curtain and slammed open the iron door, and several cars followed, speeding in with splashing mud, grinding deep ruts on the muddy ground, and stopping a few meters in front of the King Kong instructor.

The car door opened, and a group of gun-wielding bandits in ponchos rushed out, pointing their guns at the low house with black holes, and quickly approached.

Gao Yang, who was in the house, turned pale, took two steps back in a daze, tripped over the broken individual radio station on the ground, and sat down on the wetland, opening his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound.

Wu Wentao lifted his hood and glanced at the strong man lying on the ground, the strong man raised his hand, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, Wu Wentao did not give him a chance to express his shock, his arm was raised, the fire flashed, his skull shattered, and his brain splattered.

Lao Wu was cold, shivering in the co-pilot, Liu Yan, who was driving, had an indifferent face, explained to the militia behind him, opened the car door and jumped in.

Song Jiu and the others were in the back car, glanced through the window, and muttered: "Use a knife to kill chickens? ”

"Looks ...... It hasn't taken shape yet. Luo Yu's eyes were also a little weird, as a stronghold under the jurisdiction of the living corpse, it was too shabby here.

Murder and arson are the strengths of the new allies, especially when it comes to Kenny, Wu Wentao is even more active, leading the crowd to break into the door and pull out the scrawny spirits in the house, without a word of nonsense in the whole process, only to see the firelight flickering again and again, and a few more corpses on the rain-soaked ground.

"Isn't it inhumane to kill unilaterally?" Lin Daochang muttered, and the rest of the people didn't speak, but looking at their faces, they obviously all had the same thoughts.

"Save it, this is to strangle sin in the cradle!" Song Jiu looked calm, sitting in the car and not moving, there was no power to fight back on the other side, their battle today was not small, but it was a pity that it was in vain.

"Ming... Boss Ming ......" The fifth child's body shook violently, and he said in a trembling voice: "This, this...... Didn't you say to talk about it? ”

"You should have thought this was the end when you brought the weapon to the bar." Ming Junwei lit a cigarette, there was no trace of joy in his eyes, his tone was cold, and his mind was unpredictable.

"But, but..." The fifth man's nose was a little sour, those who fell into the bleak wind and cold rain were all brothers he had been with day and night, and he was sitting in the car at the moment, but they were lying in the ice and rain, and an emotion called torment was devouring his heart.

Wu Wentao's people were very sharp in their murderous deeds, only a few minutes before and after, and finally two people came over with a thin man, Wu Wentao waved to the car, and motioned for Ming Junwei to come down and take a look.

Song Jiu and the others in the back were a little uneasy, and they all followed with their weapons, who knows if these murderous bandits will give Ming Junwei a shot?

Song Jiu was too worried, Wu Wentao didn't have this idea, at least not yet, he caught a guy and named him to see Ming Junwei, as an ally, Wu Wentao felt that he should tell him.

A group of people gathered around, looked at the man who looked like a madman, and turned their eyes to Ming Junwei.

"Sure enough, it's you, hehehe, I know." Gao Yang's demeanor was a little crazy, the sturdy foreigner threw him aside, he knelt in the pool of blood of his companions, raised his head and smiled miserably, staring at Ming Junwei, his expression was like crying and laughing, his voice was sharp and distorted, and it sounded a little crazy.

"Where's the fifth?" Gao Yang wiped his wet hair and sat in a pool of blood and asked.

"Later, do you have something to tell him?" Ming Junwei tilted his head and ordered someone to bring the fifth child over.

"No, I want to talk to you." The expression in Gao Yang's eyes changed rapidly, and when he saw the same ugly expression, Gao Yang smiled, laughing with tears on his face.

"I... I didn't want to ...... like this" Lao Wu's old face wrinkled together, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears on his face.

"I don't blame you, if I had listened to you earlier, I wouldn't have ended up in this step." Gao Yang hung his head weakly, cried and laughed for a while, and heard the bandit behind him load the bullet, knowing that the limit was coming, he suddenly raised his head and howled at Ming Junwei: "Do you have a conscience?" Who pulled you out of the mouth of the walking dead? Yes!? If it weren't for Lao Tzu, would you have survived the to this day? We've been in the city for three years, are you really going to kill me? ”

"......" Ming Junwei didn't speak, his eyes were a little complicated, to be honest, if Gao Yang had a frontal battle with him like the last time he invaded the roundabout, he would not hesitate to collapse him, but now this situation is ...... Ming Junwei is not Wu Wentao after all, his ruthlessness will only bloom to more vicious people, and he is indeed a little embarrassed in the face of Gao Yang, who has no power to resist.

It's not that Ming Junwei hasn't killed anyone, and at the same time, he knows the truth that the snake is not hot, and he knows in his heart that it's one thing, and it's another thing to hurt the killer, and he regrets getting out of the car.

As a leader, there must not be any indecision at this time, but he still hesitated for a moment.

Ming Junwei himself felt a little ridiculous, for some reason, when he saw Gao Yang in front of him, he couldn't help but think of Jiang He and Chao Yifan, very inexplicable.

Gao Yang collapsed, the madness on his face turned into a full decadence, and he climbed to the feet of Ming Junwei with his hands and feet, crying: "Don't kill me, I don't want to die...... I'll get out, I'll get far away, please......" The fifth child also knelt at the feet of Ming Junwei, dignity?

Backbone? Compared to life, what are the two in front of you? Song Yao and Luo Yu finally softened their hearts a little, and while reminding themselves that they couldn't let the tiger return to the mountain, they didn't overdo it and didn't look at the picture in front of them; Wu Wentao's eyes were playful, and he told his people to put away their guns and retreat to the side to watch the play, he wanted to see what Ming Junwei would do.

A spark flies into the rain curtain, falls into the water in a parabola, and dies out. Song Jiu spat out his cigarette, pulled out the blade of the blade and walked over.

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