016 Misfortune is coming
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Chapter 17
Late at night, the neighborhood was darkly lit and very quiet.
Song Sanxi, look up.
On the fourth floor, the door of the house has just been opened.
The light at the entrance door was also just on.
He took a deep breath and immediately got out of the car.
While acting, I quickly calculated in my heart.
Now, it is not appropriate to clash head-on with Huang Changyong.
You have to hide your strength, hold on!
In the short term, you can't let this thing harass you and Su Yourong.
He has a way!
The house is on the 4th floor of Unit 2, and he quickly rushed to the roof of Unit 3.
Go down the pipe.
On the fifth floor, there is a family's back balcony with clothes hanging.
Jumped and fell into the balcony.
The clothes are clean, and they are the camouflage outfits of migrant workers.
Song Sanxi quickly undressed and put on.
I took a pair of socks and put them on my feet.
In the corner, grab a hard hat and buckle it on your head.
This is the construction worker who rents the house here.
Sneaking into the house, I found a wrench, a large one, and a long handle.
Take another pair of construction gloves, the kind with white thread, and put them on your hands.
This family still burns honeycomb coal.
Grab a handful of ashes, and you're dirty.
His face was also covered with ashes.
The image has changed!
If the helmet is lowered a little more, who can still recognize him as a loser Song Sanxi?
Quickly go out and return to the second unit, quietly, almost silently under your feet, and the speed is fast.
But a little tired.
This body is terrible!
Entering the door of the building, the footsteps are presumptuous, a little bigger, it's okay.
Migrant workers go home late at night!
Outside the house, Huang Changyong's four subordinates just came out.
By the way, the door was also closed.
One of them, while smoking, said with an evil smile: "Brother Yong can be regarded as fishing today." Song Sanxi, that loser, cheap bones, is really a wreck! ”
"Hehe, Brother Yong is happy, we may also get it! Think about Su Yourong's appearance, that figure ......" The other guy was also so excited that he was like a chicken.
At that time, Song Sanxi came up and spoke with a very strong foreign accent, "What are you doing?" Someone at the head of the house is hurting Su Yourong, that hard-working woman? ”
One of his subordinates looked up and down and said viciously, "It's about you!" Where are the migrant workers, get out of here! ”
As soon as the words fell, the guy kicked over.
Song Sanxi flashed, pulled out a wrench from his cargo pants bag, and slammed it out.
Go as fast as you can!
Do your best!
Settle the battle as soon as possible!
Click...... Bang Bang ......
The sound of bones breaking is unusually crisp.
The four tough guys, barely fighting back, had no time to react.
Only, screaming like a pig.
It was earth-shattering and woke up a lot of people.
But here, all the people living here are the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, and more are migrant workers.
No one got up to see anything.
In recent years, China Shipping is still very chaotic.
No one wants to get involved.
No one even wants to turn on the lights.
In the community, it is still dark and blind.
Soon, Huang Changyong's four subordinates were all screaming.
Everyone's nose was blown by heavy punches and shattered like slag.
All fainted.
Under the dim light, one by one's faces bloomed.
Blood, quickly gathering on the ground.
Another bang.
Click...... Bang Bang ......
All limbs were severed.
Whatever Huang Changyong's subordinates can fight, Song Sanxi will not let any of them go.
All crippled!
At the end of the day, I was tired and panting, and my head was sweating.
This body is too scummy!
He immediately opened the door, rushed into the house, and went straight to the bedroom.
As soon as I twisted the doorknob, it opened.
Push open the door in an instant and glance at it.
Su Yourong was in bed, unconscious.
Beautiful new nightdress, slender beauty, legs, exposure.
Everything, all right.
On the side of the bed, Huang Changyong had just stripped himself of himself.