When she returned to the room, she saw Murong Xue squatting on a chair, her face a little pale. She had never experienced these things in her life.
Are those real gunshots? What happened outside? Murong Xue wanted to go out and have a look, but she suppressed the urge when she thought that Xiao Feng asked her to stay here and not move.
"Murong, I'm back," Xiao Feng looked at Murong Xue and said softly.
Murong Xue suddenly raised her head, stood up from the chair, and threw herself into Xiao Feng's arms: "A Feng, I, I..."
Xiao Feng felt the soft body in his arms and patted her back: "Murong, you're fine now,"
"Well," Murong Xue raised her head and looked at Xiao Feng with pear-shaped eyes: "Where is the Japanese?"
"outside,"
"You killed him,"
"Not yet, but he must die," Xiao Feng thought for a while and said this.
"Oh," Murong Xue said nothing more and lay quietly on Xiao Feng's chest to calm down her panicked heart.
It took a full five minutes before Murong Xue raised her head again: "Okay, I'm fine."
"Yeah," Murong Xue nodded, hesitated, and took Xiao Feng's hand: "Who are they?"
"Japanese, they are all here to kill me." Xiao Feng didn't hide anything from Murong Xue and turned to look at her: "They thought you had a special relationship with me, so they arrested you and used it to threaten me. Sorry, it was because of me that you were arrested,"
Murong Xue shook her head and held Xiao Feng's hand tightly: "I'm not afraid, because..."
"Why?" Xiao Feng was a little curious. Murong Xue didn't look like she wasn't afraid.
"Because, I know that you will come to save me. With you protecting me, I am not afraid," Murong Xue lowered her head and whispered.
Xiao Feng couldn't laugh or cry. If he hadn't accidentally learned of their whereabouts from Yu Wen Chengcheng, this silly girl would have been doomed.
"Okay, we'll talk about it later when we get back. Now I'm going to take care of that Japanese devil," Xiao Feng took Murong Xue's hand and walked out of the basement to the factory building above.
Kawashima Nagao was lying on the ground covered in blood, his face was pale, and his eyes were a little dull. It seemed that he had been abused just now.
"You go to the car first," Xiao Feng sent Murong Xue to the car: "Wait for me, don't get down,"
"Yeah," Murong Xue nodded obediently.
Xiao Feng closed the car door, returned to Kawashima Nagao, and showed a sinister smile: "Tai Sui is causing trouble. If I don't do something, my ancestral graves will emit smoke."
"Kill, kill me," Kawashima Nagao shouted weakly.
"Xiao Yuzi, find a rope, tie him to the back of the car, and drag him all the way back to the city. If he can survive in the city, let him go."
"Okay," Zhang Yu grinned and went to look for a rope.
When Nagao Kawashima heard Xiao Feng's words, his body trembled violently and he tried to sit up from the ground: "Hei..."
‘Pa’, Xiao Feng didn’t wait for Kawashima Nagao to speak, and kicked his jaw off: “Be quiet, okay,”
Xiao Feng didn't want too many people to know the identity of his Ace of Spades. Although none of the people here tonight were outsiders, there were some things that the fewer people knew about, the better.
Kawashima Nagao was already weak from excessive bleeding, but now he was kicked by Xiao Feng and fainted immediately.
"Here comes the rope." Zhang Yu held a hemp rope as thick as his thumb, stood in front of Kawashima Nagao, and looked at it a few times: "Tie the hands or feet, forget it, tie them to the feet, face down. , drag it for a few miles, and that face will become a 'blank slate',"
"Well," none of the people who came tonight were womanly, so they all said they had no objection.
Zhang Yu quickly tied a hemp rope around Kawashima Nagao's ankle and patted his face: "Hey, buddy, wake up, the show is about to begin. Don't blame me. Who made me grow up watching anti-Japanese dramas? , have a patriotic heart,”
"Well, if you were Chinese, I would have stopped Brother Yu. You have to be merciful, but it's a pity that you are a little devil. I don't have a good impression of little devils either," Wu Huan stood beside him, He looked up at the moon, pretending to be lonely all his life.
"Stop talking nonsense, there is no one left alive," Xiao Feng took out his cigarette, lit it, and took a puff.
"There's no one left alive," he said staggeringly out of the basement carrying the AK47. The two of them were there to clean up the battlefield, and they would shoot anyone who was out of breath.
"Then let's go," Xiao Feng nodded, took out his mobile phone and dialed Huang Wei's number: "Hello, Director Huang,"
"Come on, I know it's always up to you to call, so tell me." The two of them are more familiar now, and Huang Wei speaks more casually.
"Haha, I got the answer right, no prize, I found the group of people who killed me, so..."
"We found them. Where are they? I'll send people to catch them right away," Huang Wei said in a much clearer tone.
"There's no need to arrest him. Bureau Huang, just ask a few people to come over and clean up the body." Xiao Feng smiled with a hint of cruelty.
"Uh, they're all dead," Huang Wei was stunned.
"They want to kill me, but if I don't kill them, I won't be able to sleep," Xiao Feng said lightly.
"Okay, wherever it is, I'll send someone there right away. Forget it, I'll go there by myself. I won't be able to sleep well at this time," Huang Wei said, and there was the rustle of clothes being put on over there.
"Abandoned factory in the eastern suburbs," Xiao Feng reported the address and then hung up the phone: "Let's go, the police will come to clean up the site."
Everyone else nodded and prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute, these arms have to be taken away, as well as the box of money," Yu Wenchengcheng suddenly remembered something and shouted.
Xiao Feng shrugged: "You are so rich, but you still care about this little money,"
"Shit, gold and silver are accumulated little by little, don't you understand?" Yu Wenchengcheng rolled his eyes, jumped out of the car, pulled Zhang Yu and others, gathered the weapons together, and put the money in the car.
Xiao Feng and Murong Xue were naturally in the same car. He held the goddess's soft little hand and squeezed it as if to comfort him: "Let's go back."
"Yes," Murong Xue nodded lightly.
"Xiaolang, drive," Xiao Feng said calmly through the car window, glancing at Nagao Kawashima who was tied up behind another car.
"Okay," Xiaolang started the car and honked the horn, and the other two cars also responded.
"Brother Feng, do you think you can fly the kite?" Zhang Yu drove the car himself and opened the window and asked.
"I don't know, if you can release it, I will reward you with one million," Xiao Feng said with a smile.
"Okay," Zhang Yu hit the accelerator, and the bullet rushed out suddenly. The originally soft hemp rope straightened instantly, dragging Kawashima Nagao who was lying on the ground, rolling, and a shocking blood mark appeared on the ground. on the ground.
The severe pain woke up Nagao Kawashima who had fainted. As soon as he came to his senses, he felt a burning pain in his back, which gave him the urge to faint again.
The huge momentum made Kawashima Nagao want to suffocate. He had captured enemies and tortured them like this before, but he never thought that one day he would be treated like this.
Because in the eastern suburbs here, the roads are uneven and full of pebbles and the like, which is particularly difficult for Kawashima Nagao. He can feel that his back is a bloody mess, and he can even hear the ground and bones. The sound of friction.
Kawashima Nagao gritted his teeth at first to prevent himself from shouting. He knew that the ace of spades looked down on the Japanese, so he had to bear it and let the ace of spades know that the Japanese were tough.
Unfortunately, his bones were never as hard as the road surface. After a few hundred meters, he let out a trembling cry in his throat. He struggled desperately with both hands, trying to grab something and try to stop his body.
The blood in his right hand that had been cut off by the dragon-marked dagger spurted out again, and he turned into a bloody man~ He wanted to just die like this, but everyone has a desire to win, and so did he.
Kawashima Nagao raised his head desperately, trying not to let the back of his head come into contact with the ground, but under his body, more and more blood flowed...
In the car, Xiao Feng was holding a cigarette and looking coldly at the dying Kawashima Nagao from the car window, without a trace of pity in his eyes.
"Brother Feng, watch out," suddenly, Zhang Yu's shout came from another car, and the bullet speeded up again, roaring towards the front.
There was an intersection ahead, and the bullet made a beautiful flick, turning the front of the car. However, Nagao Kawashima, who was being dragged behind, was thrown up due to the force of inertia and flew up to a height of three to four meters.
"Damn, that's okay," Xiao Feng was stunned. Come on, he's wasted a million dollars.
Although Zhang Yu's approach was a bit dishonest, no matter what, Kawashima Nagao was able to fly, and the kite was considered a success.
"Ahhh..." Kawashima Nagao, who had broken his jaw, let out the last scream, and then his body hit the ground heavily, face down, and he was dragged again.
"Dead," was Kawashima Nagao's last thought, and the next second, he lost consciousness.
Three cars roared on the suburban road in Jiuquan, dragging an unknown Japanese behind them, which looked a bit weird and scary.
When they were about to enter the city's highway entrance, three bullet cars stopped, the doors opened, and Xiao Feng and others jumped out of the car.
"Brother Feng, when will you give me the money?" Zhang Yu asked with a smile while holding a cigarette in his mouth.
"Fuck, tomorrow," Xiao Feng rolled his eyes and looked back at Kawashima Nagao: "Just find a place and throw him away. There are wild dogs nearby, so he ate them."
"Is he dead?" Wu Huan asked with a frown.
"He must be dead. He has been dragged for several miles. The iron man must also die." Zhang Yu took out a dagger, walked towards Kawashima Nagao, and kicked him. As expected, he didn't know how long he had been dead.
Zhang Yu cut the hemp rope with a dagger, and saw a patch of grass not far away, and a few pairs of blue eyes. He dragged the body over and threw it down: "Brothers, please don't be polite to anyone who gives you extra meals," he said Finally, look at the bloody and bloody Kawashima Nagao: "Friend, if you are still Japanese in your next life, then never come to China again. Goodbye."