I saw that there were all kinds of weapons in the canvas pocket, as small as Smith Weisson's bear claws that could be put on his fingers, to three-edged military thorns and electric batons, which were really all-encompassing. In addition, there are all kinds of gadgets, in addition to Swiss army knives, etc., there are actually handcuffs, medicine kits, and various cans inside.

Seeing the bag of things that Bai Mu Niang prepared for him, an ominous feeling rose in Zi Shumo's heart, and the warmth of the breakfast in the morning was now gone with the cold wind blowing in through the crack in the car window.

Brother Feng glanced at Zi Shumo's "Treasure Bag" and whistled exaggeratedly: "You are very skilled in this business!" But don't worry, nothing should happen! ”

Probably not? Is it possible?

"Well, what's in this car?" Zi Shumo couldn't help but be vigilant.

"Don't know what you shouldn't know, we little ants just carry it, and the rest of the things, the less you know, the better! As long as the goods are delivered safely, nothing else is asked! Brother Feng's head swayed with the bumps of the car, and he didn't care at all about the soot flying all over the world, as if his life was originally such dust, so he didn't mind.

Zi Shumo stopped answering, sighed resignedly, and looked out the window.

Around noon, the car had already left the territory of Heavy Equipment City and was on the way to Fengzaojian.

Along the way, Zi Shumo vaguely felt that there was a suspicious vehicle following behind the car, and he reminded Brother Feng many times, but Brother Feng didn't care, and laughed at Zi Shumo for making too much fuss.

"Children, don't be afraid, since you are running a car with Brother Feng, I won't let you have an accident!"

Children? Zi Shumo pouted with a helpless expression, and said in his heart: You look a year or two older than me, right?

Zi Shumo has no interest in being protected by a woman, no matter how manly the woman is dressed, his heart can't accept this setting.

However, the only thing that makes Zi Shumo feel relieved is that this Feng Ge'er's taste in music is similar to him, both of them like rock and roll, and they both like a rock singer with the stage name Marilyn Manson. Although the singer has long since returned to the right path from deviance to "Manchester Ball", his strong mark on the rock music scene is indelible.

Fortunately, I found this common hobby, so in the enchanting and treacherous rock music, the big truck raced all the way, and Zishumo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had a strange psychedelic feeling, so that awkward chats were avoided all the way.

In the afternoon, the big truck turned off the highway and gradually drove into a village, Zi Shumo found three words on an old gatehouse - "Feng Zao Stream".

Fengzao Stream is an inconspicuous and remote place, but in recent years it has been trying to establish itself as a tourist city.

In fact, the local characteristic resources are really nothing, but there is a specially brewed maple syrup, which tastes mediocre, but it really has a little fame after letting people with "ulterior motives" wear and chisel it. There is no special scenery here, and the characteristics are just the way of life of small farmers in mountain villages.

The local ZF deliberately creates a rustic feel of a small village, with all kinds of old streets except for a few inexplicable archways. The old streets and surrounding farmhouses may seem old-fashioned, but they don't feel dirty at all, on the contrary, they are clean and bright, and the influence of the technological age on the countryside is reflected everywhere. WiFi names and passwords are posted on the walls of each small shop, and rental monster chargers are neatly placed on the counters.

Feng Ge'er parked the car on the threshing floor of a farmhouse, although this threshing field did not dry the millet at this time, but there were many sausages and bacon, and the smell of smoke could be smelled from a distance.

"We deliver here?" Zi Shumo jumped out of the car and asked a little dazedly.

Brother Feng also jumped out of the car, and only then did Zi Shumo notice that she was tall and tall, with a frank chest, and she really looked like a handsome little brother at first glance. Her movements are also handsome, and she walks with an indescribable sense of rhythm. She is not tall compared to boys, and she is barely up to Zishumo's ears in flat shoes, but her aura is 1.8 meters.

When she got out of the car, she still had a cigarette in her mouth, dangled to Zishumo's side with her slender legs, patted him on the shoulder, pointed inside, and took the lead towards the house. Zi Shumo sighed helplessly, and followed with his two backpacks.

"Anyone!? Anyone!? Feng Ge'er shouted loudly.

The lights were on in the house, and there were towels on the radiators, which had not yet dried, and it looked like someone had put them on not long ago.

The bone broth on the table is still steaming, and the three pairs of chopsticks along the table look clean, no one should have used them yet, I think there are three people preparing to eat, but no one knows where to go! Zi Shumo only felt a tightness on his back, and instinctively felt an unusual dangerous aura.

After Feng Ge'er shouted a few times, he seemed to sense that something was wrong, threw the cigarette away, reached out and pulled out two delicate steel knives in the shape of a crescent moon from his back, the cold light of the steel knives flashed in her eyes, and there was a look of vigilance inside. She whistled at Zi Shumo, then motioned for him to take out his "weapon" and walk with his back against the wall.

Zi Shumo didn't think much about it, reached into his bag and grabbed a throwing stick. He didn't bother to change it again, and put the throwing stick on his wrist. He also leaned his back against the wall and walked slowly towards the house.

When the two of them cautiously moved to the kitchen door, Zi Shumo immediately smelled a strong smell of blood, and Feng Ge'er also frowned, obviously even if he didn't have Zi Shumo's sensitive nose, this ominous smell could still be detected by ordinary people.

Pushing open the kitchen door, I saw three people covered in blood lying inside. Zi Shumo hurriedly rushed forward to check if the three were still alive, while Feng Ge'er made a vigilant gesture.

However, after some investigation, although the three of them were still warm, they had no breath.

Zi Shumo looked up at Brother Feng, shook his head, and said softly in a hoarse voice: "Just died, the murderer should be nearby." ”

Brother Feng frowned, suddenly came back to his senses, turned his head and ran out of the house.

Zi Shumo didn't think much about it, and ran out after her.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he heard a loud cannon fight, but he saw Feng Ge'er's figure flashing into the house, and kicked the door shut.

Zi Shumo immediately smelled a smell of blood, and when he looked closely, blood gushed out of Feng Ge'er's left shoulder.

"You're hurt!" Zi Shumo snorted and hurriedly went up to help her.

"Someone is grabbing the goods! Stop them! Brother Feng broke away from Zi Shumo and shouted in a low voice.

Zi Shumo was stunned for a moment, then remembered his duty, hesitated for a moment, threw the camouflage backpack beside Feng Ge'er and said, "There is medicine here!" Be careful yourself! ”

After speaking, Zishu Mo moved his waist to the window, picked up the corner of the curtain and looked out.