The middle-aged man who sat next to Han Xiaohei was not only robbed of valuable things. Even the clothes and shoes were all snatched. There was a fire in his heart, but Han Xiaohei was still teasing him, he naturally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Boy, don't you see what I look like? You'll die if you don't speak,! Let me hear you say one more word, and when you get off the plane, I'll kill you!" The middle-aged man on his back scolded viciously.

Syllable!

The strong man standing next to the middle-aged man on his back slammed the middle-aged man on the chest with the butt of his gun.

"Ahh The middle-aged man with his back immediately covered his chest and grinned in pain.

"Nobody speaks, what the are you calling?!" The strong man with the gun shouted coldly, and then looked at Han Xiaohei next to him, and suddenly showed a frightening banter and sneer. "You two were the happiest just now, weren't you? If you don't fight and don't know each other, how is the relationship between the two of you? ”

“……！” Han Xiaohei closed his mouth tightly, shook his head, and pointed to the middle-aged man on the back next to him. Meaning, he didn't let me speak.

Syllable!

The middle-aged man with the gun took the butt of the gun again and smashed the shoulder of the middle-aged man on his back. Click! It was as if I heard the sound of bones shattering.

"Uncle, why did you smash me again?" The middle-aged man with a painful back was sweating profusely, and asked with a crying voice.

"Because you're rich!" The gun-wielding man continued to sneer.

"Yes, I'm rich. Brothers, do you think this will work? You let me go, give me a bank account, and when the plane lands, I'll send you money. As much as you want, I will bankrupt my family, smash the pot and sell iron, and I will raise it for you. The middle-aged man said seriously.

"Can a rich man bully someone?! Can I be bullied by you casually if I don't have money? What kind of thing is money, Lao Tzu is not rare! The big man with the gun raised his head and said.

"So what do you want? Isn't it just a matter of trying to make a fortune when you do this kind of thing? The middle-aged man muttered quietly.

"Tell me again!" The strong man with the gun seemed to be annoyed, and grabbed the middle-aged hair on the back, "Damn! Tell me, what are we doing this kind of thing? Isn't it inhuman, cruel? Exercise! It's better than some high-ranking officials squatting in the office and earning taxpayers' money, right?! It's better than some unscrupulous traders who drive up prices and earn the people's hard-earned money, right?! How old are you, and you look down on us? Hehe! I forgot, you're rich. Right, answer me, you're rich, right?! ”

"Hmm!" The middle-aged man on his back was so frightened that he couldn't stop shaking, but he dared to nod yes without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Then I'll let him play a game with you, scissors baggage hammer, he loses, loses money to you. If you lose, you'll be slapped in the face! After the gunman finished speaking, he pulled out the tens of thousands of yuan in cash he had just snatched out of his butt pocket. Smack! Clapping it on your hand, the sound is very loud.

"Huh? Is it okay not to play? The middle-aged man with his back said pitifully.

Syllable!

The strong man with the gun didn't say a word, and slapped a thick handful of RMB on the face of the middle-aged man on the back.

"To play or not to play?!" The gun-wielding man threatened.

"Play, I play, can't I play?" The middle-aged man on his back was about to cry, thinking that he was also the owner of a company, when had he ever been so angry.

The middle-aged man with his back looked at Han Xiaohei with his pitiful eyes, as if to say, brother, brother's life and death are in your hands. Don't win, you have to lose.

Although the middle-aged man was very arrogant, Han Xiaohei didn't think about what to do with him. Now seeing him being bullied by the robbers, Han Xiaohei doesn't want to make it worse even if he doesn't want to stop it.

Therefore, after Han Xiaohei understood the begging of the middle-aged man on his back, he nodded vigorously. Big brother, don't worry, I won't win you. ”

"Scissors, baggage, hammer!"

Han Xiaohei's scissors, the burden of middle-aged people on his back, and the middle-aged people on his back lost, but Han Xiaohei was stunned. Before he could make a move, he exposed the scissors. Is it that the middle-aged man with the back has bad eyes and doesn't see it, or is the middle-aged with the back not only stupid, but also a stupid person?

Syllable!

Almost at the same time, the slap of the big man with the gun had already fallen hard.

The middle-aged man on his back was slapped by this, and a bright red palm print immediately appeared on his face. Even the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood. My brain was buzzing even more, and I even forgot what had just happened.

After the middle-aged man reacted, the hot pain on his face made him feel angry again. He cautiously glared at the big man with the gun, and scolded in his heart, fuck, your mother, beat Lao Tzu with so much force, as if Lao Tzu had fucked your mother, do you hate Lao Tzu so much?!

These angers can only be suppressed in the heart of the middle-aged. Because even if you get a hundred slaps, it's better than not dying.

Seeing that the game hadn't started yet, the strong man with the gun raised his slap again, but it didn't fall, and said coldly: "What are you stunned?!" ”

"Right now, right away!" The middle-aged man with his back was like a dog wagging his tail and begging for mercy, he hurriedly turned around, and then looked at Han Xiaohei with that pitiful look. Brother, didn't you say that you won't win? Okay, allow you once, don't win next, please, okay?

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

What sounds so crisp and loud? And it's so rhythmic, like hitting a gong? But those who listened were terrified. Because the screams that followed were like killing pigs, and they were extremely terrible.

That's right, this loud sound is a slap in the face.

In less than ten minutes, the middle-aged man had already been slapped dozens or even hundreds of times by armed robbers. At this time, the middle-aged man with his back was swollen like a pig's head, and he was slumped in a chair half-dead, and he really wanted to cry.

is not only middle-aged, but even Han Xiaohei wants to cry. Han Xiaohei didn't understand, he gave so many hints to the middle-aged on his back, and he didn't understand it when the middle-aged on his back didn't understand it. However, how can there be such a guy in the world.

One hundred and ten rounds, Han Xiaohei won every time. Oh, my God! Big brother, it's no wonder I'm here, God wants to destroy you.

The strong man with the gun shook his hand, and it was very tiring to beat people. After so many slaps, his palms were numb and his arms were a little sore.

The strong man with the gun took out a handful of money, threw it on Han Xiaohei, and begged: "Little brother, can you beg you?" Can you let him win once? You only need to let him win once, and then our game is over. Otherwise, my brother is afraid that he will be exhausted to death. ”

"Okay, I'll try to let him win once." Han Xiaohei shook his head helplessly.

Scissors, baggage, hammers!

Nima!

Han Xiaohei showed his burden in front of the middle-aged man on his back for a few seconds, but the middle-aged man on his back made a hammer?

Is he addicted to playing and reluctant to end?

Syllable!

The strong man with the gun slapped him again and scolded: "! Lao Tzu has pleaded with you, why can't you win! ”

"I don't know, don't fight, don't fight, if you keep fighting like this, I'll have to be played to death by you. If you really want to see me die, then you might as well give me a good time. "The middle-aged man said in despair.

"We are sophisticated, cultivated, and educated robbers, we only rob money, not kill people!" The strong man with the gun grabbed the middle-aged hand on his back and broke it into scissors. Then he glanced at Han Xiaohei, Han Xiaohei understood and came out with a burden. "! You've finally won once, it's ten dollars, don't look for it! ”

Ten bucks?

The middle-aged man on his back wants to cry without tears, he is a rich man, a slap is worth ten yuan? Moreover, people say that there is no need to give change, which means that a slap in the face is not worth ten yuan!

"Boy, give me a reason not to kill myself." The middle-aged man with his back said weakly to Han Xiaohei next to him.

"Don't die, Hades won't accept you!" Han Xiaohei said with a sympathetic face.

"Ahem!" The middle-aged man with his back slumped weakly on the chair, and before closing his eyes, he gave Han Xiaohei a thumbs up. "That's a good reason, you saved my life."

At this time, there were several screams in the corridor, which were shouted by those flight attendants, and Ren Wanyu was among them.

Those robbers, after the robbery, are they going to rob again?

Han Xiaohei's face turned cold, damn! Aren't you well-read, cultivated, and educated robbers? It's just a robbery, and Lao Tzu can still bear it. Now I still want to rob the sex, I can't bear it!

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