"Vulgar!"

"Your dream?, wearing a trench coat and sunglasses to be the boss's dream?!"

"I've thought about it," the little yellow hair over there was a little ashamed, "but it's too dangerous for ordinary people like us to fight and kill, in case we bump into someone who knows martial arts again."

"Isn't it great to know martial arts?"

Xiao Huangmao didn't answer, but the expression on the phone was clearly saying: Do you dare to touch your ass and say this?

Fang Dun'er was full of confidence, and put the thing in his other hand in front of the camera.

"See, what's this?"

The object, with the rusty iron pipe covered with a polished wooden tray, was actually a handful of dirt trolls, but it was very old, I don't know which old antique it was picked up from.

Fang Dun'er was very proud, as if he was holding some kind of treasure, and his voice was fluttering.

"It's a gun!"

"Shotgun"

didn't think about it, the little yellow hair on the other side didn't give any face, and ruthlessly told the truth.

Fang Dun'er was not happy.

"How's it going? Shotguns aren't guns. ”

"No matter how good your martial arts are, you can knock them down with one shot. You wait, you want me to bump into that guy again" He pointed his gun at the screen and snapped his mouth, "I want him to get on his knees and call Daddy." ”

Then.

"Fang Dun'er!"

Someone shouted at him at the bottom of the mountain.

"What?"

He yelled back at the top of his voice.

"The person who stabbed your asshole yesterday was just arrested by Manager Yang. ”

He was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, and said to Xiao Huangmao:

"You wait, I'll take a picture later. If I don't let him call my father today, I'll cut my hair and accompany you to study."

Before he finished speaking, Yamashita was urging again.

"Dun'er!"

He hung up the call and snapped the shotgun.

"Come on!"

"Get out of the car. ”

"Be honest!"

Li Changan was rudely pushed out of the van.

He was silent, just looking around.

The location of the parking is in the middle of nowhere. As far as the eye can see, there are rolling hills. But the stretch came to an abrupt end at the head of the road. Ahead, the mountains were stripped of their flesh and skin, revealing the pale "flesh and bones" underneath.

It is an abandoned quarry.

In the early years, there were many similar quarries in the locality, both legal and illegal, and if it was profitable, they would continue to excavate, and if it was unprofitable, they would pat their butts and leave, leaving only an empty "sore" between the green mountains and green waters.

But this one is different.

There is actually a small building built against the stone wall, and from the exterior of the building and the faint light from the windows, it is obvious that the building has been maintained. But the stone wall behind it has climbed with moss vines, and it is clear that mining has long since stopped.

The oddities are obvious.

Li Changan secretly decided in his heart: It seems that this is it.

In fact, Li Changan and Yuan Xiaochuan have always had a faint guess about what happened to Bao Zhiyun and others. That is, the Hongmao clique must have set up a private black prison around Qishui to detain and torture those stubborn opponents. Otherwise, it is difficult to explain the sudden disappearance and change of words of Bao Zhiyun and others.

In Fengshun Village, Li Changan accidentally learned some clues from Bao Xiaohui's mouth, and also discovered Bao Chunhua's chaos. At that time, the Taoist priest suddenly thought that instead of spending more effort on investigation afterwards, why not let Hongmao's people take the initiative to bring him over?

Now it seemed that the plan was going well, but he glanced down and locked his hands in a pair of handcuffs. Glancing behind again, there were more than a dozen watermelon knives in the carriage.

Let's do it when the opportunity arises.

Li Changan was pushed all the way and escorted into the innermost room of the building.

In front of you, there is a wide rock wall, with many one-meter-square lattices carved out of it, and a thick iron-covered door, on which are marked in turn.

Some of these lattices are open, some are tightly covered, and there is a faint emanation