I can't wait for the driver Zhao Gang to go to work. Curator Wu personally drove and went straight to Zhao Village with the three treasures.

At this time, the sky was already slightly white, and today the weather was not as cold as the first few days, with an early winter atmosphere. There is no longer the darkness of the morning in winter, the haze that obscures the sky and the sun is blown away by the wind, and the rising sun is still warm.

"You said it would be nice weather, Sambo." Director Wu drove the car, and he had nothing to say to find a conversation with Sanbao.

"yes, it's going to be a good day." Sambo was a little embarrassed.

Then there was a long silence in the car, like a silent outer space.

Since the day Sanbao arrived at the Sanqing Funeral Home, he felt Director Wu's efforts to watch people cook. Usually, in addition to normal business, seeing Director Wu is not as comfortable as with others, and the two of them nodded and said hello when they met face to face.

Curator Wu's eyes when he looked at Sanbao were always inferior and contemptuous. It seems that in his eyes, this Lu Bingyi's senior disciple is just a little deflated three.

Now the two are actually sitting in the same car because of a restless colleague. The atmosphere was indeed a little awkward. Even the dialogue is nonsensical. Facing the imminent death scene, the two were still talking about today's weather inexplicably, and Sanbao felt funny when he thought of this paragraph in the future, but the things that followed made him unforgettable in his life.

Near Zhao Village, both sides of the road are full of large machinery and police vehicles. Forklifts, cranes, and earth-pulling trucks emitted black smoke and rumbled. Everywhere stood in the fields by the roadside, young men in black uniforms, shovels and sticks in their hands.

Further on, you can see Zhao Village, which looks like the ruins of a battlefield. In the distance, a bright red five-star red flag stood in the middle of the village.

"Maybe this is the stewed pot house." Sambo guessed in his heart that the car had stopped.

San Bao and Director Wu got out of the car, only to find that they were crowded with gangsters who didn't look good. They wore black uniforms like thugs, and in the winter, tattoos were all on their arms and necks, and several of the guys who looked like leaders wore large finger-thick gold chains around their necks. However, many of the thugs were covered in color, and blood was running down their necks. Most of them were covered in ashes, looking embarrassed and listless, like a group of deserters who had lost a battle.

The group of deserters stared at the two of them, and the look in their eyes made them suddenly remember, it seemed that they also had such eyes and evil spirits in the town.

The police who maintained law and order came up and asked, "You are from the Sanqing Funeral Home, right?" ”

"Yes, where are the people?" Director Wu took out his ID and asked.

The officer didn't look back, leaned sideways, and drew a circle around a large area behind him.

"All over the ground!"

Indeed, as the police say, there are people all over the place. Within a radius of 100 meters, between the bricks and rubble, reinforced concrete, there were scarlet minced meat and blood stains scattered on the ground. It is no longer possible to distinguish which part of the body of a person it is. Flower, white, green, red, purple, blue...... There was an eerie glow in the rising sun.

At this time, the sun had risen high in early winter, but there was not a hint of chill in the air. The sun was warm on the ground, and the sunlight stretched the shadows of the two corpse pickers, reflecting them between the ruins and broken walls, and the light was strange.

Sanbao and Curator Wu were silent with their heads down, only the creaking sound of the broken stone bricks under their feet could be heard, and they didn't know they had come to the center of the explosion until they smelled explosives and blood in their noses.

Sam Bao looked up and saw a shallow crater on the ground, with a radius of about three meters, and it was black with inferior gunpowder all around, like a miniature crater.

Later, Sanbao and others learned about the situation from insiders.

The real estate developer took advantage of the early morning when the nail households were defenseless, and the devil sneaked into the village like a village, and was found by the stewed pot in the toilet. The stewed pot was the first to call the police, and the nail households entered the combat post before they even had time to wash their faces.

The thugs, who were asked by the developer to dress up in the students' costumes, charged first, were repelled with gasoline bottles by the fighters led by the stewed pot and the stewed pot daddy. Many students were injured and retreated to the periphery crying.

Seeing that the student army that had not undergone professional demolition training was defeated, the on-site leader gave an order: "Let the professional go up!" ”

The professional refers to the local gangsters who live by collecting usury and forcibly demolishing. As a result, the professional demolition team was shirtless in the cold wind. Showing bluffing tattoos, dick rushes up. As soon as the nail households looked at the momentum, they trembled and fought and retreated. Many villagers were knocked to the ground by the thugs and fell unconscious.

Forklifts, excavators followed and began to demolish the outer houses one by one. Seeing that the villagers who were weak were about to be "surrounded and annihilated", everyone retreated to a small area centered on the stewed pot family, and the stewed pot father held a fierce red flag and was not afraid of danger.

Just when the thugs got carried away. The stewed pot rushed out of the house, and he helped a bundle of detonators on his waist, which was a mine detonator hidden in his house, and now it has become a weapon for the stewed pot to resist demolition.

"Which of you dares to come here!" The pot roared with a lighter.

"Hahaha......" His bravery was only met with ridicule from the thugs.

"If you have a kind, you can order it, grandson!" The eldest brother at the head shook his head and said.

The flame was lit, and the pot looked back at his father and comrades gathered on the roof of his house. He looked indifferently at the invincible demolition team in front of him. His years of inexplicable repression and nowhere to vent his anger suddenly found an outlet.

He lit the fuse of the detonator, and the detonator "ziz" sounded and smoked.

I don't know who in the "fake" crowd shouted such a voice, which made the thugs present laugh.

There were tears of determination in the stewed pot's eyes, but the simple-minded thugs were not aware of the unusual expression of their opponents, and they still laughed and cursed as much as they could.

The stewed pot rushed to the big brother with a meaty face and hugged him. The minions who were watching the excitement around hurriedly stepped forward to pull the two apart.

"Ahhh......h Nails are snapped straight into the flesh.

"I'm ...... Ahhhh......h

Soon blood splattered from the head of the stewed pot, but he hugged it tighter, and the thugs around him realized that the situation was not right, and a few brilliant minds had begun to retreat, and then, a small retreat turned into a large-scale rout. Like black cockroaches, the thugs scattered and fled from the two of them.

The two fell to the ground, and the eldest brother's heartfelt horse, a guy with yellow hair, hit the body of the stewed pot with the iron rod in his hand, and then simply pounced on the stewed pot, trying in vain to separate the two.

The lead of the detonator has burned to the end. The pot shouted with the last bit of strength in his life.

"One earns two, it's worth it!"

"Son, well done!" Daddy was clamoring on the roof.

The stewed pot roared wildly, ignoring the cry of the big brother of the underworld in his arms who killed a pig and the fist that fell like raindrops on his body, blood and water spread in front of his eyes along his forehead, he had completely fallen into the final madness, no matter who it was, he would die with him without a place to be buried.

"Mom......" The gangster brother hasn't finished shouting yet. Just listen to the "boom" a loud sound that shook the world and the earth.