The sad tone of the old throat is definitely not pretended, this old man really feels sorry for this car.

Seeing that the windshield was smashed, he was so anxious that he pulled the car door and was about to go down, but he still let Song Butian hold it.

"Don't." Song Butian said in a low voice: "Leave it to us to deal with, you have a good rest, I promise to let them ......"

"You get out of the way! I bought this car newly! You know what! The old throat scolded unceremoniously, his mouth was full of anger, and he didn't save face for Song Butian at all.

Hearing this, Song Butian also sighed helplessly, glanced at me, and said, "You continue to help him delay time, and we will solve the trouble, a few minutes at most." ”

"Okay." I nodded, looked through the front window, and smiled, "Looks like you don't need help." ”

"What are you helping, just these miscellaneous ......." Song Butian scolded: "It's really fucking unlucky, you have to hit us with cold water, these turtle sons!" ”

As Song Butian said, it is indeed a gang of road bandits who block our way.

A rough count shows that there are about two dozen people, and the leaders standing in front are all wearing black suits, with large gold chains around their necks, and they don't speak with local accents.

"I've seen this kind of person, it was the original mission to go to the northwest with the mentor." Chen Qiuyan leaned against the car window, as if watching a play, looking at the situation outside: "They are the kind of road bandits who wander around the country, and when they are in a good mood, they will make a ticket and block the road directly, regardless of whether it is a truck or a private car, so that they will be robbed if they are blocked." ”

"You've met it too?" I asked curiously, "What about those people?" Let you clean up? ”

"Isn't it?" Chen Qiuyan said with a smile: "There are some officers and soldiers who are on the mission with us, and they are responsible for protecting our personal safety, so they are quite desperate, basically they caught fire when they met, and killed seven or eight on the spot." ”

While Chen Qiuyan was chatting with us, Song Butian had already walked over with Lao Yu, and the leading road bandits on the opposite side also met them.

"Brothers, are you blocking the road and robbing or do you want to collect some tolls?" Song Butian asked with a smile, the tone was very kind, even a little flattering, and the emotions in his heart did not reveal anything: "If you want to collect tolls, just say it, why use knives and guns?" ”

Old Throat's temper was obviously not as good as Song Butian's, and after glancing left and right, he asked directly, "Which of you is the leader?" ”

"Me."

The big bald head standing at the front took a step forward, his face was full of smiles, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of gangsterism: "We don't mean anything else, it's just that we are short of money, and we want to find someone to borrow some money for emergencies, just now those little ones are ignorant, so they smashed your car, you shouldn't mind, right?" ”..

Don't say it's an old throat, just a person with a better temper like me, when I hear him say this, my heart must not be happy.

You wouldn't mind, would you?

Is this a threat or an apology?

Song Butian smiled and was about to say something, when the old throat pulled suddenly, dragged Song Butian to the side, signaled him to keep quiet, and let him deal with it.

"Don't mind." The old throat said, and waved his hand at Song Butian again.

Seeing this situation, Song Butian didn't speak, shrugged his shoulders, walked back bored with himself, pulled the car door and sat back in the driver's seat.

"Master Throat still has that temper, there's no way." Song Butian sighed, handed me a cigarette, lit another one himself, and smoked helplessly.

"He's not from our business, isn't it a bit reluctant to deal with so many bandits?" I whispered, "Why don't I ask Chubby to help?" ”

Song Butian shook his head and said no, just those miscellaneous pieces, the throat master alone is enough.

"Even if the laryngeal master is a high paraplegic, it will not be a problem to kill these turtle sons." Song Butian smiled and said, "Just look at it." ”

At the same time, the situation over there has changed a little.

The leading road bandit seems to see that the old throat still has a lot of say among us, maybe it is the leading elder-level figure.

"Brother, let's not beat around the bush, you give us this number, and I'll let you pass."

The big bald head said, and raised five fingers at the old throat.

"How much?" Old Throat asked.

The big bald man smiled and said, "Five thousand." ”

In 0, 5,000 yuan is not a small amount, almost equivalent to about 20,000 now.

Hearing this, the old throat immediately laughed and asked him, does he have to open his mouth?

"If you don't have enough money, you'll get the car." The big bald head said with a smile, as if he had expected Lao Yu's answer, rubbed his palms with interest, and said to Lao Yu: "Your car is good, leave it to us, forget it." ”

"What if you don't stay?" Old Throat asked rhetorically.

"Don't stay?"

The big bald head smiled, took a step forward, stood in front of the old throat, and said word by word: "Then wait for death, barren mountains and mountains, it's easy to bury your carload of people." ”

"What do you say? I can't hear clearly! The old throat smiled: "Come closer, can you say it again and let me listen?" ”

The big bald head probably felt that the old man was dying, and he was not vigilant at all, so he bent down, leaned forward, and said to the old throat almost face to face.

"I said, in this barren mountain and wilderness, it is very ...... to bury a carload of people Ahhhhh!!h ”

The screams of the big bald head were terrible, and outsiders could feel his pain just by listening to it.

The old throat made an instant attack without warning, and he didn't use any other weapons, just two fingers, which stabbed directly into the two eye sockets of the big bald head.

"Fuck! You descendants are really unruly! Open your mouth for five thousand! Still fucking want to detain our car?! The old throat scolded, and suddenly stretched out his other hand, as if to choke the Adam's apple of the big bald head.

I didn't see his movements clearly, that is, in less than a second, the big bald head stopped struggling, his body was limp and paralyzed, and he didn't say a word.

He's dead.

Definitely dead.

When the old throat threw him aside, we saw clearly that the part of the man's throat was pinched and deformed, and there were pits on both sides of the Adam's apple, which should have been pinched out by the fingers.

"It's really getting more and more back, I can't understand the current way of the world...... Old Throat said, squatting down, taking out the pistol pinned to the bald head's waist, and playing with it in his hand: "If you have a troll, it's awesome?" ”

It is no exaggeration to say that there were so many people standing next to them at that time, and no one dared to move, even if a few people were holding shotguns, the muzzle of the gun was straight at the old throat, and they still didn't dare to pull the trigger.

"Holy shit." I looked at the old throat with a surprised look and asked Song Butian: "What did this old brother do?" It's dark enough! ”

"Him?"

Song Butian smiled, and when he said this, his face was also full of memories: "Listen to my grandfather, he turned out to be one of the most powerful bandits in the entire southwest, but later let the army clean up, and it was also a coincidence that he became attached to our Song family." ”

"You're pretty good." I whispered: "I'm so old, and I'm still so flexible, how do you usually maintain it?" ”

"He's ......."

"Bang !!"

At this moment, the gunshot on the other side of the old throat rang out.

When we looked up, we saw that the gun in the old throat's hand was still smoking, and the descendant who was standing directly opposite him had fallen down at this moment, and there was a conspicuous blood hole in his forehead.

"What's the use of holding a gun? Do you dare to fight? The old throat asked, and he didn't mean to continue to hold the fire, but threw the pistol to the side, and stepped forward with his bare hands, his tone was full of anger: "Who smashed the car just now?" ”

"He's alone!! What are we afraid of!! San'er!! Shoot him!! ”

"I ......."

Old Throat didn't ask any more questions, and saw the man standing on his right hand raise the muzzle of the gun, and Old Throat stepped forward with an arrow, raised his hand and smashed it on the man's Adam's apple with a fist.

Steady, accurate, ruthless.

These three words are the style of the old throat, really, this is not wrong.

I don't see if he has a kung fu foundation, but as far as hand-to-hand combat is concerned, he knows the true meaning of it, one move is deadly, and he doesn't play tricks....

"Old Shen, don't worry, smoke a cigarette and rest for a while."

Song Butian put his head on his hands, leaned on the car seat, and said with a smile: "When he kills those who have guns, the others will be honest." ”

Coincidentally, as soon as Song Butian's voice fell, not far in front of us, a car came in a straight line, with a fast speed, and while speeding up, it also played double flashing lights.

Seeing the car, Song Butian was so excited that he almost didn't jump up.

"It's done! Our goods are coming! ”