Chapter 15: The Death Wave of Bad Luck

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, in Zhiya's small building, in the accompaniment of the sound of artillery fire from next door, three men surrounded a girl, their eyes were fierce, and the evil intentions were already obvious.

Syllable!

The salty wet guy slapped the thirteenth sister in the face again.

As a red stick in the community, his hand strength is far greater than that of ordinary people, and this slap passed, and the pink face of the thirteenth sister immediately swelled with a red palm print.

At this time, the thirteenth sister let go of all fears, and there was a ruthlessness hidden in the depths of her eyes, which made her meet it with a fearless gaze.

The salty wet guy endured the swelling pain, and said viciously: "Okay, thirteenth sister, you dare to play with me, I will play with you to the end tonight, otherwise I won't be called salty and wet!" ”

……

"Hopefully it's in time."

Zhuang Zhixiong was ashamed and embarrassed, facing the guardrail six meters away, he didn't have the courage to jump over after all.

Of course, he also knew that if he really jumped, he would be reckless.

At a distance of six meters, you can jump standing up, and you can jump over it with a 30% chance, which is good.

When the time comes, it is a small matter to not be able to jump off the viaduct, and it is a big matter to not be able to save the thirteen sisters.

I can't take risks, I have to think of a way to get the thirteenth sister out of danger safely.

……

In the past, at 11 o'clock in the evening, it was the time when the business of the red gatehouse on Polan Street was at its most prosperous, but today it is particularly depressed.

Many gatekeepers saw the comings and goings of the old boys outside, and simply pulled down the roller shutter door.

Only one of the old boys, under the leadership of his boss, carried baseball bats, steel rods, machetes and other weapons, and slowly surrounded a small building.

"Haonan, Brother Xiaobao is talking about Zhiya Xiaozhu, right?"

The pheasant looked at his peers around him, and then looked at his five brothers, how to look at how he was alone, this time the task is not easy to complete.

Chen Haonan replied angrily: "You don't read it, even if Brother Xiaobao is wrong, so many people have heard it wrong!" ”

"Why aren't you going in?"

"There is only one mourning wave, as long as you are inside, you will definitely not be able to run, but now that everyone is around, it is not easy to divide the credit."

Not only Chen Haonan thought of this, but the red sticks of other clubs all thought like this.

"Big brother, first come, first served, let's rush in first!"

Suddenly, a man shouted, and like an arrow from a string, he rushed into the small hotel.

"Grass, you idiot!"

Chen Haonan is most afraid of this situation, and under the chaos, it is likely to cause accidental injuries.

But it was eleven o'clock in the evening, and when the man rushed into the hotel, the dim light immediately made everyone lose sight of the man.

One by one, the doors were slammed open, and the men and women who were firing guns inside were suddenly frightened by the sudden arrival of a large group of old boys.

After these men and women were frightened, the only thing to be thankful for was that these people just looked at the man's appearance, and then they rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find someone, but they couldn't find anyone, so they left directly.

"This is not a mourning wave, and there is no one in it!"

"Not in this room!"

"Not in this room!"

……

One of the subordinates of the thirteenth sister was pressed outside the door, pushed the door in, and said excitedly: "Boss, there are many people down there, as if the mourning wave is in this hotel!" ”

The salty wet guy had just found a stocking girl from the store, and he was sprinting hard, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the little brother speak.

Is the mourning wave here?

In the shortest possible time, the salty wet guy made a choice, the woman can play at any time, catch the mourning wave, that is a million bounty.

One million, in the 80s in Xiangjiang, is enough to maintain a little star by himself.

The salty wet guy lifted his pants and rushed outside.

The two subordinates who were still guarding the thirteenth sister pointed to the thirteenth sister, and asked regretfully: "Boss, what should I do with this woman?" ”

"Let her go first, wait until the mourning wave is solved, and then settle accounts with her!"

It's all mixed up on Balan Street, and the salty wet guy is not afraid that the thirteenth sister will run away.

Isn't that sentence a good saying, if you can run a monk, you can't run a temple, even if the thirteenth sister can hide, can she hide for a lifetime?

……

"Brother Bo, why is it so noisy outside?"

The snake-headed woman had been tossed around for a day, and finally fell asleep, and the noise outside, through the thin walls, woke her up.

"Shut up and don't talk!"

Fu Bo had already put on his clothes, and the voice that kept coming from downstairs was vaguely about his name, this woman didn't pay attention, but she could hear it clearly.

His whereabouts were revealed.

What to do?

You can't escape, there are so many old boys outside, and they have been busy with women for more than a day, and their legs and feet have long been weak.

Surrender willingly?

Don't be kidding, Fu Bo knows how he killed Prince Hong Tai, if it falls into the hands of Uncle Hong Taimei, it will be difficult to die happily.

Now the only thing that Fu Bo relies on is the automatic pistol in his hand.

If anyone rushes in, he will scatter a bullet and let these turtle grandsons open the way on Huangquan Road for him first.

……

Zhuang Zhixiong shouted, coaxing the old boy who was originally guarding downstairs into the hotel, he took the lead and kicked open a room, but unfortunately he didn't see the thirteenth sister, or Zhang Meirun.

One does not have.

Neither room nor the other.

Not on the entire first floor.

When he rushed to the second floor, he saw a girl with short yellow hair moving outward against the wall.

"You're not leaving!"

Zhuang Zhixiong grabbed her angrily and ran downstairs.

Tonight, such a big drama was made up by himself in order to save the thirteenth sister.

Saving the thirteenth sister is his first purpose, and killing the salty wet guy is his second purpose.

"Is that you?"

"Of course it's me, or who do you think will come to save you!"

Zhuang Zhixiong glared at the thirteenth sister angrily, kept walking, and ran out of the small hotel with her.

"Aren't you here to find mourning?"

The thirteenth sister thought that Zhuang Zhixiong, like other old boys, was here to find Fubo.

She was in the corridor just now, and she could hear it clearly, as if Fu Bo was also hiding in this small hotel.

Zhuang Zhixiong laughed for a while, this time he used Ziyun and Brother Xiaobao, which can be regarded as a small revenge on them.

"That's fake news from me, how could the mourning wave hide in such a small hotel......"

Bang Bang -

Sharp gunshots rang out suddenly, interrupting the two men's chat.

Suddenly, the group of old boys who had just rushed into the small hotel rushed out of the small hotel again.

"Mourning Bo is on the third floor!"

"He's got a gun in his hand, and he's killed the salty guy!"

"Who's got a guy in his hand, go up and him!"

"Why are my shoes missing?"

……

When Fu Bo held an automatic pistol and sprayed bullets, the fear of firearms made these Crazy Boys run faster than one by one.

Zhuang Zhixiong looked confused, this is a little different from the script he designed.

How can this unlucky person really be in this small hotel?