Xiao 7 was about to object, when a soft knock suddenly sounded outside the door, the sound was very small, as if the person knocking on the door didn't want others to hear. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Who?" Yan Zhen asked.

"I—" The voice outside answered softer than the knock on the door.

Yan Zhen opened the door, and there was a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl standing at the door, looking cramped and uneasy, and when she saw him open the door, she hurriedly said: "You guys go quickly, they are going to call someone, hurry, hurry!" ”

"Thank you, but we have nowhere to go now-" Before Yan Zhen finished speaking, the girl suddenly cried, and he hurriedly pulled her into the house.

"I—I have to go back." The girl said with tears in her eyes.

Her fear of those people was obvious, and she must have made up her mind to take the risk of running up to report the news.

Yan Zhen felt that she might have something hidden, so he pulled her into the house and wanted to talk to her.

But talking to a teenage girl, he was obviously inappropriate, so he glanced at Xiao 7.

"I'll go out and have a look, and you can talk."

"Okay, you stay safe."

"Don't, uncle, don't go out, you run, he, they... There are so many people that they will kill you! The more the girl spoke, the more excited she became, and at last she broke down and cried again.

Xiao 7 grabbed her shoulders, took her to the bed in the house, sat down on the bed, Yan Zhen opened the door and walked out.

The four people came by bicycle, and there were a lot of four electric cars at the door, perhaps a few people were used to it, and the car was left unlocked at the door.

Yan Zhen rode on a car, and was just about to leave, when he suddenly heard someone calling him behind him, turned his head and saw that it was Jiang Mengxin, she stood at the gate, pointed to the signal light on the north of the street, and said: "All the way to the north, the second intersection turns south, and after a side street is the town primary school." ”

"Got it, thanks." Yan Zhen stepped into the car and rode towards the signal light.

Jiang Mengxin waved his hand at his back, turned around and went back to the building, not wanting to see a person standing at the top of the stairs.

"You're referring in the opposite direction." Said the man standing at the top of the stairs.

"This guy is good, but unfortunately, people with families and mouths are not willing to come out and take risks." Jiang Mengxin smiled faintly.

The person standing at the top of the stairs turned around and walked upstairs, Jiang Mengxin frowned, and shouted, "Don't be nosy!" ”

But the man still ignored her, and she hurriedly said, "Don't want your vixen anymore?" You dare to be a hero to save the beauty, don't blame people for completely ignoring you! ”

No matter what she said, the man didn't respond, so angry that she stomped her foot hard, and the delicate makeup couldn't hide the distorted face.

Xiao 7 chatted with the girl in the room, and learned that the girl's father was beaten to death by that gang, leaving her and her mother helpless, let alone revenge, even those people didn't dare to say a word of bad words.

The knock on the door interrupted the girl's crying, and Little 7 patted her on the shoulder, opened the door and saw the person standing at the door, and before she could speak, the person grabbed her.

"Come with me."

"What's wrong? You-"

"Let's go!"

The two dragged one by one, and started a tug-of-war at the door, and An Quan found that he was far inferior to this soft woman than his strength.

What's even more embarrassing is that he was also vigorously pulled into the house by the woman, so he couldn't help but re-examine the woman in front of him.

Xiao 7 doesn't blame An Quan for not knowing her, because Xiao 7 that An Quan knows is a series of dolls, and she is entangled in whether to tell An Quan that she is the doll that Yan Zhen carries.

"Your man has been misled in the opposite direction, those people—" An Quan was halfway through his explanation when many shouts and curses rang out from downstairs.

"Yo, here, the news is spreading too fast, is this a signal flare or a thousand miles of transmission rumored in the rivers and lakes?" Little 7 ran to the window and looked down against the glass.

It just so happened that someone looked up from the bottom and saw Xiao 7 in front of the window, holding up the machete in his hand and saying something to the people around him.

Downstairs, there was a group of people dressed in a variety of different colors, not to mention weapons, guns, knives, clubs, bricks, and folding chairs.

Xiao 7 swept his eyes and determined that there were a total of forty people, led by a big man with a shaved head, and there was no gold chain around his neck, but a necklace made of teeth, and each of them was a human molar.

"An Quan, you stay and watch the children for me, and I'll go meet them." Xiao 7 took off his coat, tied his waist-length hair back at will, rolled up the sleeves of his sportswear, and opened the door and went out after explaining.

An Quan was stunned, he didn't remember telling this woman what his name was, but then he thought that maybe Jiang Mengxin said it, so he didn't care.

Xiao 7 ran downstairs quickly, and was meeting a group of hooligans who were about to rush into the building, she smiled, her beauty was incomprehensible, and even the bald head who hit her head paused when she saw her smile.

"Shh~ I have something to say." She pressed her index finger to her lips and winked at her bald head.

The bald head really obediently retreated, Xiao 7 came to the gate, first looked at the surrounding environment, and found that there was a green belt not far away, although it was covered with snow, but the low bushes and ornamental trees were very recognizable.

She took the lead in walking towards the green belt, and did not forget to turn around and wave to the bald head, and said with a smile: "Come, let's talk over there." ”

Some people in the hooligan group think it is strange, but they rely on the large number of people, and there are guys in hand, and it is really unreasonable to be afraid of an unarmed woman!

A group of people followed Xiao 7 to the bare ground in the green belt, and the bald man's subordinates all looked at the bald head, wondering what he meant.

The bald head first sighed, worthy of being a woman who killed his brother and was disabled, this face is more beautiful than any female star, and then asked Xiao 7 where Yan Zhen went.

In the hearts of these people, Yan Zhen is the object of their revenge, and as for this beautiful woman who is a little unrealistic, she is just a trophy plundered by the strong.

"Answer me first, are you all about these people?" Little 7 did not answer the rhetorical question.

"Beauty, you underestimate us too much, this person is just a fraction." The little rascal beside the bald head couldn't help but say proudly.

"Oh, that's... Let's go to your base camp, it's crowded. Little 7 smiled and proposed.

"Lively? There are many wolves at home, I'm afraid you can't stand it! Someone in the crowd cheered, causing the others to laugh.

"It's okay, believe in my strength, let's go~" Xiao 7 said disapprovingly.

The bald head is an old Jianghu, and he admits that this woman is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life, but as an old Jianghu alert, his vigilance tells him that this woman can ask so generously to go to their lair, and not mind the teasing of a group of men, which is enough to arouse their precautions.

After all, the possibility of someone using beautiful women to set traps and try to kill them is still very large.

"I see, you should tell us first, where is that man?" The bald head said fiercely.

"He knows he can't beat you, so let's run..."Little 7 shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

The little rascal next to the bald head took two steps forward, wanted to grab Xiao 7's wrist, and said, "Boss, what are you doing with her ink, that man must have run away, let-"

His words were interrupted by his empty hand, and Xiao 7 smiled and grabbed his wrist, only to hear the sound of 'click', and the little rascal immediately burst out with a sharp howl.

The bald head immediately pulled out the gun and aimed the muzzle at Xiao 7, the gunfire rang out, the bald head fell to the ground with the gun, and everyone hurriedly turned around to look in the direction where the bullet came.

They saw a rifle in the window on the second floor of the guest house, and the occupants of the room immediately withdrew their guns when they knew their location was exposed.

It is always a fatal mistake to underestimate the enemy, and these people, who are armed with guns, all draw their guns and shoot at the window on the second floor, forgetting that behind them, there is a little 7.

The corners of Xiao 7's mouth curled, his body rushed forward, stretched out his arms, raised his hands high, and continued to do cutting and cutting movements, really like cutting melons and chopping vegetables, taking the lead in knocking down several people with guns.

When the others found that their companion Mo Ming had fallen and reacted that it was Xiao 7 who made a move, they were cut to the ground at the moment they showed a surprised expression.

Forty hooligans armed with weapons, like fixed targets in a shooting game, were opened by the plug-in player Xiao 7, and hit and cleared the level at a very fast speed.

Simple, brutal, effective!

Xiao 7 looked at a group of hooligans lying in the snow, and pouted: "It's a pity that Ah Zhen doesn't like blood, otherwise he will try to tear the hooligans by hand." ”

Xiao 7 here picked up all the weapons in the place and took them all back to the guest house, and Yan Zhen on the other side knew that he had been deceived by Jiang Mengxin, so he turned back but did not return to the guest house.

It was impossible for that group of people to send all their men for him, even if a small group went to the guest house, Little 7 alone would be enough to deal with them.

So he still went to the town elementary school - the base camp of the hooligans as planned.