Xiao Young's face was full of depression, and he was just about to open his mouth to explain that he was not easy to change his name because of his criminal record. Two motorcycles drove one after the other on the road in the distance, and the two people in the car stopped their motorcycles and stood on the road in the distance and looked this way.

The tattooed man in the car was very experienced, climbed forward to the driver's seat, and the headlights of the SUV lit up and shook twice.

In the distance, the two discussed a few words, and one looked at the motorcycle, looking at the movement here. Another man, carrying a large bag, walked into the ruins of the old factory, thinking of crossing through there and taking a shortcut to make a trade.

Bai Ze, who had already approached and was ready to break out, of course also saw all this. Looking at the complex terrain of the old brick factory, Bai Ze leaned down again and quietly moved towards the reverse of the backpack man.

The man with the inch head and the tattoo opened the car door and got out of the car with the money on his back. The little young man on the side hurriedly went up to offer his courtesy, wanting to help the sixth brother raise the money, but he didn't appreciate it at all, his eyes widened, and he pushed the little young away.

Since entering the abandoned brickyard, Bai Ze didn't know how many times he had sweated, the photoglass was placed on his chest, the wine gourd was hung on his waist, Bai Ze hid behind a scrapped brick wall, his spirit was highly concentrated, and he was thinking about the way to attack for a while.

Unlike others who seem to be half blind in the dark, Bai Ze seems to have night vision and perspective plug-in when playing CS. In the abandoned factory, the mobile wallet completely leaked the location of the backpacker.

Bai Ze lay low on the ground, listening to the sound of stumbling footsteps, watching a stack of cash get closer and closer to him.

Suddenly, a figure sprang out from behind the brick wall, clinging to the ground, blurring into a black shadow in the night, grabbing the comer's legs and pulling him to the ground.

The man only had time to let out a short exclamation before Bai Ze covered his mouth, and the backpacker struggled violently, his hands and feet kicked, and he was about to make a sound.

Bai Ze was extremely nervous, not only three seven twenty-one, but his right fist hit the man's head twice, and in the dark, the backpacker's body was stunned, and he didn't move anymore.

Because of the shelter of the brick wall and the viewing angle, the accomplices on the road of the backpacker did not notice that he had fallen. The first five people in the SUV only heard a little movement from the backpack man, and suddenly fell under a low wall in front of them.

The tattooed man alertly drew a saber, touched the bulging thing at the back of his waist, stared at the place where the man had fallen, and asked in a loud voice:

"Brother, what's wrong?"

A black figure carrying a large bag pounced on the dust on his body, stood up, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, it's a mess." ”

Because of the distance, the accomplice guarding the motorcycle behind him couldn't hear the conversation between the two sides clearly, and only felt that the companion had passed a brick wall for a little too long, but fortunately, after a while, he still walked towards the buyer's place normally.

The tattooed man did not let his guard down in the slightest, first listened carefully to the movements around him, and did not have any unusual sounds of vehicles and movements.

The tattooed man didn't feel relaxed, but frowned, quietly staring at the slightly emaciated figure slowly approaching. When he got closer, the tattooed man gripped the handle of the knife and looked him up and down to look him up.

This man was tightly covered, and the cap on his head was still wrapped in a down jacket, and under the cover of the brim, his face could not be seen clearly. However, as the man walked, there was indeed a smell of dust, which gave him two more credibility.

When the matter came to the crux, Bai Ze calmed down instead, and asked in a hoarse voice: "The goods you want are here, have you brought all the money?"

The sixth brother came into contact with this transaction for the first time, and he didn't have any doubts at all, and took a step forward happily, and the two sides exchanged packages and opened them to each other in person.

Bai Ze fiddled with the banknotes in the bag at will, his mind was not on this at all, he paid attention to the every move of the five people opposite, looking for who was the leader.

The tattooed man felt more and more suspicious about the person in front of him, but he couldn't understand why this person didn't look like a policeman or had no accomplices, so why did he dare to come to trouble himself and others?

The tattooed man hid the knife behind him, as if inadvertently leaning forward, and asked casually:

"How much are these?"

Bai Ze was stuck, and gradually realized that something was wrong, adjusted his body into a posture suitable for exerting force, half-squatted up, and replied vaguely:

"That's what you want!"

The tattooed man got closer and closer, and as Bai Ze clenched his fists, by the moonlight, the tattooed man's eyes shrank, and the black leather gloves of the person in front of him looked slightly wet.

The tattooed man was afraid that Bai Ze would have something to fight, so he smiled more kindly, glanced at his waist casually, and teased: "You are elegant enough! ”

Bai Ze took off the gourd with his left hand at will, relaxed the tattooed man's vigilance, and approached him and said, "No way, is this line of work stressful!" I can only take two sips at any time to relieve it. ”

The two got closer and closer, and the smile on the tattooed man's face had not faded, when suddenly a cold light flashed in the moonlight, and a saber more than a foot long appeared from the back of the tattooed man, and a knife slashed diagonally at Bai Ze's neck, without the slightest intention of leaving a living mouth.

Look at the shiny sword. Bai Ze subconsciously put his left gourd in front of him. At the same time, Bai Ze's right fist had also been swung out. But the fist that was originally aimed at the tattooed man's chest only hit his left shoulder blade with the tattooed man's movements.

First, there was a crisp sound of "dang", and in the eyes of everyone in disbelief, the sharp saber was actually deflected by a worn-out gourd. Immediately after that, a crisp bone cracking sound came, and the tattooed man's left shoulder was obviously concave, and the whole person was beaten back a few steps and fell to the ground.

The other three people were not in a hurry to ask the reason, and habitually immediately took out the throwing stick from the back waist, and the young man even took off his coat, shouted in his vest, and rushed forward like the first one desperately, and called Bai Ze.

The accomplice who was watching the motorcycle from a distance saw this and started to move, and thought that the five people wanted to eat black, so they cursed loudly and put down two cruel words, and they didn't look at their accomplices, and they disappeared as soon as they rode the motorcycle.

Bai Ze was slapped on the back of the young man, and instead of entanglement with the three of them, he hurriedly took two steps back, quickly pulled out the lid of the gourd, and took a sip of the tea and wine inside.

looked at the tattooed man who fell to the side, his eyes were murderous, but he didn't step forward, but turned around to open the front door of the car.

With a moment of effort, the effect of tea and wine was emanated, and with the night vision of the turtle treasure, Bai Ze dodged a few times, allowing the attack of the young three. A punch hit the chest of the strong man with the smoke, only to hear two "click, click" two bone cracks, the strong man spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Ze swung his fist with the inertia, swung his right leg, and swept it to Xiao Young's raised arm, and there was another bone crack, and the broken bones of the arm pierced Xiao Young's skin, revealing a miserable white bone stubble in the moonlight. The young man screamed miserably, sat on the ground, wanted to cover his arms but didn't dare, didn't dare to use force anymore.

The last earring young man's eyes showed horror, and he just wanted to retreat, but Bai Ze grabbed his wrist and turned clockwise, and the three joints of this person's arm suddenly made a sound, and the joints were misaligned, and he couldn't move for the end time.