Bao Ming boarded the car and saw the person he least wanted to see at a glance.

It turned out that he was the captain of the flamingo squad, Baker.

After the disbandment, the regimental commander Udir announced the disbandment of the Flamingo and settled the commission of the regiment, and after the disbandment, there were only two options for the remainder, one was to stay in the Holy Courtyard and be assigned to the logistics to do some heavy physical work, and the other was to add a little bit of bits and pieces, and he could leave immediately, but in this wilderness, there were no vehicles and firearms, and being alone was no different from sending him to death, and those who chose the latter could only register and hand over all the money and distribute it to the vehicles of the exclusive wanderers.

When it comes to the so-called homeless, Bao Ming can't wait to spit out their saliva, although the difference between the homeless and the homeless is worlds apart, most of the homeless people are young and old, or they are seriously ill and have no ability to work, but the homeless, that is, the omnipotent mob, they have no identity, no job, they usually wander in the streets and alleys, and they are present in eighty percent of the violent and illegal incidents in the big cities.

But compared with the homeless people who do all kinds of evil, Bao Ming hates the so-called captain in front of him even more.

"Yo, isn't this the messenger of justice, Bao Ming, Bao Dachival." Baker is strong and strong, and there are many knife marks and bullet holes on his body, as soon as he gets in the car, he relies on this to deter everyone and becomes the temporary boss, at this time drinking inferior wine and smoking inferior cigarettes, so uncomfortable.

Bao Ming didn't care about Baker's cynicism, and found a window seat at the door.

Baker didn't intend to embarrass Bao Ming, but when he saw this, he frowned and looked fierce.

Looking at Baker's appearance, the little brother who was licking around Baker suddenly felt that it was time for his performance, stood up with a "bang", pointed at Bao Ming and scolded: "Fuck, are you deaf, don't you hear our boss talking to you?" You"

"Alas, alas, alas, don't be in a hurry." Baker hurriedly beckoned for the new little brother to come back first.

The younger brother touched his head, looking confused, but the boss spoke, and he quickly knelt down beside Baker again, looking at Baker with a wistful expression.

Seeing that the little brother was so obedient, Baker was satisfied, glanced at Bao Ming not far away, and a hint of a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he had figured out the situation in the past three days, and now the car has not yet started, and the soldiers are maintaining order outside the car, it is not easy to start, and the vagrants' vehicles are not equipped with soldiers, only ask them to follow the convoy, and when the car is opened, Bao Ming will not play with him.

"Toot, beet, toot......" A high metal bell rang over the convoy, hearing the bell, everyone who was originally sitting outside the car hurriedly packed up their belongings and began to board the car, and the bell that rang again ten minutes later was the order for the convoy to move forward, and the five-hour journey in the afternoon will begin again.

Ten minutes later.

"Toot, toot, toot......"

The convoy began to move slowly, and Baker grinned through the window as he saw the soldiers trotting onto the jeep.

Bao Ming also found an abnormality, the soldier didn't even board the car, his body turned around instantly, his eyes looked at the bus driver, and when he saw the tattoo on the driver's neck, his heart suddenly sank.

Baker kicked his little brother with his foot and raised his chin in the direction of Bao Ming.

The little brother instantly understood the meaning, supported the ground with both hands, and walked to Bao Ming with his body swaying.

"Hey, boy, you ......"

Before he finished speaking, Bao Ming jumped up directly and punched the little brother in the chin, the little brother was talking at this time, and the sudden punch directly hit him so that his lips and teeth were closed, and half of his tongue was bitten off by himself.

"Ah...... Yes. Immediately, blood gushed out of his mouth.

When the others saw their brother being beaten, they also rushed up shouting, and Bao Ming glanced left and right, picked up the bent steel bar from the ground and rushed up.

The ordinary vagabonds, who were specially trained Bao Ming's opponents, were broken by the steel bars dancing in his hands, and they all hung colors on their faces, and the serious ones were already bloodied all over their bodies, and they suffered heavy injuries one after another.

The younger brothers were repulsed, and Bao Ming didn't dare to be careless, looking at Baker, who was still sitting in place, he exhaled deeply and forcibly lifted his spirits.

"Fuck, I haven't seen you for three days, you dare to fucking fight Lao Tzu." Baker threw the handmade cigarette roll in his mouth on the ground and stomped it out.

Although it seemed easy to clean up Baker's little brother just now, some fists also fell on Bao Ming's body, and at this time, a drop of blood flowed down his forehead to the corner of his eye, Bao Ming subconsciously closed his eyes and raised his hand to rub his eyes.

"Young." Baker's eyes flashed, and he took advantage of Bao Ming's closed eyes to stride forward, and a dagger as short as a finger suddenly appeared in his hand.

Bao Ming frowned, he noticed something, in fact, this was his intention, and he was not Baker's opponent in full condition, let alone now, so he could only show a little flaw, trying to exchange the injury for an opportunity and hit Baker hard.

But he underestimated Baker's speed, and in a flash of lightning, Baker was already approaching, and the knife stabbed him in the chest.

The corners of Baker's eyes twitched, his body sank slightly, and he kicked hard under his feet, not retreating, but advancing.

"Puff ......"

"Poof......

The sound of two objects entering the flesh sounded, and Baker looked at Bao Ming in front of him in shock, with a look of disbelief.

"You're careless." Bao Ming suddenly laughed.

Baker looked angry and wanted to say something, but the power was slowly disappearing from him.

"You ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Baker fell to the ground with a reluctant face, and a rusty nail clipper was stuck in his chest and heart.

Bao Ming sat on the ground with relief, suddenly coughed violently, his expression was sluggish, and a knife was clearly inserted into his chest, shaking with his breathing.

Bao Ming glanced at the driver, the driver was also observing through the rearview mirror, seeing Bao Ming's wolf-like eyes, his body trembled, and immediately looked away, seeing this, Bao Ming suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, except for the driver, everyone else in the car fell in a pool of blood and groaned, so that no one could threaten him anymore.

"Thanks to me, Satoshi, Ming." Although his face was pale due to excessive blood loss, Bao Ming looked smug and took out a small bag of medical supplies from his pocket, which he had stolen from the opportunity to follow the officer just now.

Tearing open the bag, Bao Ming flipped through it, and finally found a small bag of hemostatic powder, and hurriedly sprinkled it around the dagger on his chest in pain, now he didn't dare to pull out the dagger, in the absence of perfect medical equipment, pulling out the dagger is tantamount to suicide, and plugging it can slow down the speed of blood retention.

Swallowing a painkiller, Bao Ming didn't dare to close his eyes, secretly glad that he was talented, and his heart was in a different position from ordinary people, and it was more biased to the right side, otherwise he would be the same as Baker, and he would definitely die.

"Five hours, it's really hard......" Bao Ming muttered as he stared at the roof of the car.