In the alley, Yang Zheng and the magician chased wildly for a distance, and found that the motorcycle driver stopped, with a cold face on his face, and a group of young people walked over from the intersection, holding machetes, iron rods, etc., all with cold eyes and unkind expressions, huddled behind a fat middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man has a flat head, a Chinese face, a sleeveless T-shirt on the upper body, flower shorts on the lower body, flip-flops, a cigar in his mouth, and a big gold chain around his neck. ”

"Fatty, where is the target's hometown?" Yang Zheng asked in a deep voice.

The magician looked at Yang Zheng in some surprise, what does it mean to ask this at this time? The voice of the fat man sounded in the headset: "Hongdu Village." ”

"Hongdu Village is a big village, and there are people making ice in it, are these people from Hongdu Village, gathered together in the village, and the target is to take refuge here?" Yang Zheng said in a deep voice.

"Yes, it's very likely, otherwise, how could that motorcycle driver call so many people so quickly? It must be a gang, otherwise it would not be possible to give the target a head. The magician agreed.

"It doesn't matter if it's a group or not, since you give the target a head, don't leave your hands behind when you fight for a while, whether you live or die." Yang Zheng said decisively, lest the magician be afraid of the fight, but hurt himself.

"Understood." The magician agreed, smiled excitedly, and said eagerly: "Less than thirty little thieves, hand them over to me, and solve the problem in three minutes." ”

"Don't worry." Yang Zheng said in a deep voice and walked forward.

"Who?" The middle-aged man who walked in front asked in a deep voice.

Yang Zheng listened to the accent and was happy, not a pure local accent, but the accent of the locals, indicating that it was a domestic person, and his guess was right, but he didn't want to reveal his identity, and pointed to the person riding a motorcycle in front of him, and also said in the local dialect: "That person robbed me of my money and gave it back to me." ”

"Grab money?" The middle-aged man asked in surprise, looking behind him.

The man on the motorcycle hurriedly said: "I didn't, you saw it, I didn't have anything on me, he framed him, he came to find Brother Awu, I saw the photo on his phone." ”

The other party used the domestic dialect, Yang Zheng could barely understand it, plus Lian Meng guessed, he knew a rough idea, and when he saw that he was not looking for the wrong person, he put down his heart and said in a low voice: "Gao Shou, you went up in a roundabout way and caught the bastard on the motorcycle, he knows the goal." ”

"Understood, I'll be there soon." Gao Shou's voice rang out in the headset.

Yang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the magician and whispered: "It seems that our speculation is correct, these bastards are really from China, they are actually hiding here, and they are gathering into a gang, looking at this posture and the weapons in their hands, it is simply an organized underworld." ”

"Maybe it's a crime in the country, and I can't stay any longer, so I ran away and came here." The magician said.

"You mean they could all be fugitives." Yang Zheng said.

"It's hard to say, but it's not a good thing to look at." The magician said.

Yang Zheng quickly took out his mobile phone and turned on the camera to take pictures, the middle-aged man was shocked when he saw this scene, and roared angrily: "Go on, hack them to death." ”

"Kill—" A group of people shouted and rushed up.

The magician snorted disdainfully, kicked hard under his feet, and his body was like a cannonball, and with a bang, the machete raised by a man who rushed to the front did not have time to cut down, and was hit by the magician, and his body flew upside down, hitting two companions.

How could the magician who came out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain be afraid of these gangsters, twisted his neck, made a clicking sound, flew up violently, kicked a person who rushed up, squatted down, avoided the knife that came over, reached out with his big hand, grabbed the opponent's wrist and twisted it hard, grabbed the opponent's machete, and stabbed it backhand.

"Poof-" The blood arrow was like a note.

"Ahh

A man crouched on the ground, holding his hands on his torn abdomen, and let out a scream of pain. The magician did not hesitate to get his hands on it, and flew up with a kick, a series of kicks, two bangs, and kicked the two of them away, and the back seemed to have eyes, and the snatched machete stabbed back.

"Poof-" The machete went into the body.

"Ahh

In the blink of an eye, several people lay on the ground, these people were startled when they saw the magician so fierce, and they retreated again and again, without the arrogance just now, Yang Zheng quickly took pictures from all angles, and after making sure that they were all photographed, he put away his mobile phone, stepped forward, and shouted with a cold face: "Hand over Ah Wu, otherwise they will all be killed." ”

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man asked with a shocked look on his face.

"I'll count to three." Yang Zheng shouted coldly with disdain, hooked his feet, hooked up a machete in his hand, skillfully pulled a knife flower, and said coldly: "One"

"Brothers, don't be afraid, there are many of us, chop them up." The middle-aged man shouted unwillingly.

Everyone was agitated and stabilized, at least they didn't retreat, but hesitated, no one dared to rush up first, everyone was not stupid, and they couldn't die for others, Yang Zheng saw that Gao Shou suddenly rushed out, knocked the driver on the motorcycle to the ground, restrained himself, put his mind at ease, and shouted: "Two"

"We don't have anyone you want here." The middle-aged man yelled unwillingly.

"Three," Yang Zheng said unceremoniously.

The opportunity has been given, and these are not good people, so it should be taken as a matter of eliminating harm for the people, Yang Zheng rushed up, the speed was too fast, everyone felt a flower in front of them, followed by a scream, and when they looked at it, the middle-aged man had been cut to the ground.

Everyone was taken aback, and they knew that the middle-aged man was an existence that could fight several times, and he couldn't dodge a single move, what did this mean? They all retreated, completely frightened, Yang Zheng was stunned, and shouted: "Say one more thing, hand over Ah Wu." ”

"Run-" someone shouted in horror, everyone turned around and ran, there was no will to fight, and they found that they didn't know when a beautiful woman came to block the road, everyone was taken aback, but they didn't flinch, and continued to rush over.

Gao Shou, who was blocking behind everyone, saw that these people wanted to run, grabbed the luggage rack of the motorcycle with one hand, slammed it up and swept it forward, and the people who rushed up fell down in a large area, Gao Shou put the motorcycle on the ground casually, and looked at the fallen people coldly, his eyes were cold, and those who did not fall were shocked and retreated.

The two men are ruthless enough, but I didn't expect this delicate beauty to be not good at stubble, everyone knows that they have provoked a real master, and they are completely scared, some people drop the weapons in their hands, hold their heads in their hands, and squat on the ground, regardless of the movement, others see it and follow suit.

Gao Shou looked at this action, he was too skilled, he was a repeat offender, and he was happy.