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My head was pulled up, and I slammed into the concrete pavement with a dull cracking sound. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

People generally do not feel pain when they are hit hard. I also encountered the same and didn't feel anything. From the right side of the back of my head, something came out of there, and my gaze changed to black and white, and it lasted for a second or two, and my gaze returned. I used my last strength to stop him from grabbing, but in exchange for the lost light in front of me again.

I kind of understand that there is a deep generation gap between thugs and thugs.

He grabbed me by the head and jerked me again. I lost any ability to resist.

Huang Mao, who muttered to himself, continued: "Our group has never done one-way tickets. ”

He looked down at me lying on the ground and shook his index finger.

"Because the one-way ticket is worth it, there is no risk of going to jail, we will die anyway, it is better to let the police find us later, hehehehe......"

He waved his hand, and the guys behind him walked up at this time. The footsteps were getting closer and closer to me, and I didn't have any strength to resist!

One of them was shorter, but the backlight couldn't see him clearly, and he approached Huang Mao, and then listened to the tone that he should be laughing.

"Brother Kai, or did you lose that place yesterday?"

Huang Mao hit him with a brain, and the kid covered his head and looked at him, not daring to speak.

"Tell me why you have to teach your subordinates a lesson every time you become the boss. ”

The two next to each other looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Because you're stupid~"

He smiled and pulled a gun from his waist. When I saw the steel killing weapon, I felt the blood in the middle of my stomach speed up.

I've lived for almost 20 years, and I've never seen a real pistol before.

But he didn't point his gun at me, but at the dwarf who had just spoken.

The dwarf suddenly knelt on the ground, raised his hands to the sky, and quickly kowtowed to admit his mistake.

Huang Mao stroked his hair and looked at him condescendingly, his eyes were so cold that he seemed to be able to freeze the dwarf!

He said quietly: "Let me ask you, what is wrong with you?"

"It's all wrong!

"Poof!" the anti-theft system in the community car was alarmed.

The dwarf's head was like a fountain, spurting out two blood injections, bullets piercing his brain, and his body fell like a marshmallow.

But no one around opened the window to take a look!

Why! Why! If there is a person, it is good that someone can see it! At least you can call the police. I still have a chance of surviving.

It should be because of excessive bleeding, and I didn't understand this situation for a long time, because of the New Year, there is going to be a cannon battle during the New Year, and the people around me still think that someone is setting off a cannon battle.

Huang Mao shrugged his shoulders as if he was helpless, the two around him were probably stupid, standing in place and not moving, Huang Mao looked at the body of the short man, and then turned his gaze to mine.

"Huh, did you hear anyone whistling?" he seemed to be talking to me, but he was actually talking to two other people.

As soon as he said this, I understood, and indeed the whistle just now did not stop, it was like a stereoscopic surround all the time, in fact, when you think about it, this situation is even more strange than the blood in front of you.

"This place is not good for long. Yellow fur said to the two.

"I've wanted to kill the dwarf for a long time, I'm stupid and stupid, and I don't have an advantage in height and weight in a fight. Anyway, it's a wanted criminal, and our car can't handle so many corpses. Just let him be here. ”

As he spoke, the two little brothers quickly and did not dare to slack off to lift me up. And in front of my eyes, it was already flickering and dark, I really didn't expect it, so I went to make up for a class, and I actually took my life. If I had asked two more questions in the cram school, or my parents were in a good mood to pick me up today, maybe I hadn't come to make up for this class today and went to the Internet café lol, it wouldn't have fallen into the irreparable situation now, I'm very cold now, and I don't even have time to shed tears and sorrows.

And that whistle, like an old friend, waved goodbye to me from afar.

People say that when they die, they hallucinate, and I inevitably did.

Suddenly, the whistle suddenly became sharp and high-pitched, almost to the extent that it could rupture people's eardrums and lose their minds, and I was thrown to the ground again, Huang Mao and his men were like drunken aunts who twisted Yangge, the road was flat, but they walked like stepping on cotton, their hands blocked their ears, their expressions were extremely painful, I watched their ears flow blood, and I also felt that my ears were about to burst, obviously someone like me who was dying had broken eardrums or something, and there were still a few frighteningly large holes in his body.

Under this strong whistle, the overhead street lamps began to flicker with the frequency of the whistles, and the yellow-haired group covered their heads and groaned in pain like clowns dancing to the beat of a drum. Blood flowed out, and scarlet liquid dripped down their elbows and onto the ground.

When I saw this, I actually laughed like a pervert, and I hoped that they could die with me.

The moment I felt like I didn't even have the strength to breathe, the whistle began to calm down and slowly disappeared into the air.

Several figures slowly emerged from the darkness in vague outlines.

The next phenomenon is that all the people on earth cannot explain it, not even Albert Einstein and his old man can not figure out the formula for their actions. On this earth - they are completely untethered. And old man Newton, it is better not to see this scene.

From the darkness, a few people dressed in personality floated about half a meter above the ground and floated towards us. One of them was whistling, and his face was like five layers of powder, which was so white that it was frightening. Because there is not a trace of blood, and he has a pair of huge eyeballs on his face, like wearing an oversized sunglasses, but the sunglasses are the eyes of this guy. The eyeballs are the color of lavender, talking about purple. He had a high hat on his head, like an English gentleman, and a crutch that looked very elegant, and the corners of his mouth were not as reserved as those of the English, and he was whistling and looking this way.

The other two were hidden under the black cloak, but it was probably obvious that one of them was estimated to be about the same height as Yao Ming. I'm wondering if that person is Yao Ming. But it shouldn't be possible, the old man has his own basketball school in China, and it's okay to cosplay here?

The black silk cloaks of the two produced waves in the air. Although I would love to see if they are wearing shoes or not, if there are shadows, like they do not have shadows like ghosts, but because of the lighting, their lower bodies are always hidden in the dark.

The whistle made the staggering yellow hair stand firm, and the other two saw the three people in front of them with tears in their eyes.

The big whistling purple eyes looked at them fixedly, but ignored the yellow hair. He slowly pursed his lips, and it was only when he stopped whistling that we could really see his face.

Sure enough, not only is the face big, but the mouth is also very large, but the lips are as thin as a knife edge through the entire face.

His cloak seemed to be filled with wind, and in less than a second, it immediately became bulging, as if there was another person inside sorting his clothes.

Huang Mao sniffed, he didn't seem to understand what was going on, and his blurry eyes looked ahead with shock, but as a gangster who came over, in fact, both sides would observe each other's aura before fighting. But the aura is the same as a masked child, whether you are so awesome or not, everyone will know from each other.

Sure enough, as I thought, Huang Mao quickly pulled out his gun and pointed it at the guy, although his hand was still shaking, but there was no creature in this world who could match the speed of a pistol. Even a bolt of ten meters per second is far less than a bullet of three hundred meters per second.

The big-eyed man stopped, he seemed to be looking for something inside the cloak. It didn't take long for the cloak to begin to deform.

Rose-colored scythes, about the size of his entire body, poked their heads out, smelling of the forest, and they grew from inside the cloak like golden rods, gradually growing more and more into the night. Finally, he pulled out the two giant knives.