On the bustling street, three rickshaws stopped here, and Feng Li said hello: "You can come down now."
Xu Ping and Li Qinghe were stunned for a moment and looked around.
The warehouse is here, so high-profile?
Feng Li saw the confusion between the two of them and explained: "We haven't arrived yet. The place is far away. We need to sit on that one."
He pointed to a convertible parked next to him.
It was a Ford Model T convertible, similar to a horse-drawn carriage, with the driver sitting in the front and soft seats in the back.
The difference is that one burns oil and the other relies on legs.
It was the birth of this car that created a working method that later became frightening to countless people.
Death assembly line.
After getting in the car, the three of them crowded into the back seat. Li Qinghe, who was on the fatter side, sat in the middle, feeling the breeze blowing against his face.
Feng Li was squeezed to the edge, the guard board was shaking a little, and he was on pins and needles: "Driver, go to Taikoo Cang."
The driver sitting in front responded, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped away.
"Taikoucang..."
Xu Ping and Li Qinghe looked at each other, wondering if the "goods" warehouse was hidden inside.
Leaving the bustling area, the speed of the car gradually increased. Li Qinghe couldn't help but sigh: "Boss Xu, this car is going so fast."
Xu Ping said calmly: "That is faster than you have ever seen."
The top speed of this car should be 70 miles per hour. It is fuel-efficient and cheap. It can be regarded as the first generation taxi.
After another half an hour, the car arrived at a warehouse not far from the dock.
Xu Ping was still immersed in the pleasure of controlling the paper man brothers. This thing was like playing a 5D game, which made people feel an inexplicable surge of adrenaline.
He controlled the paper man, who looked like a ghost, and brought two Yang sisters to the room he had opened.
But until then, there was a bang in the sky, fireworks exploded, and a tiger's head roared faintly in the sky.
The three of them had just jumped out of the car. When Feng Li heard the sound, he looked up and his expression changed, "Something happened in the gang."
Out of trust in the two people in front of him, he didn't think much and said hurriedly: "I'll take you in first. You hurry up, I have to hurry over."
Xu Ping said: "Since you have something to do, just tell us the location and we can go in by ourselves."
Li Qinghe responded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, we will be fine soon."
Feng Li shook his head: "You can't get in without me leading the way."
"Why?"
Li Qinghe was surprised.
Feng Li explained: "Although this Taikoo Warehouse is not a concession, outsiders are not allowed to interfere. It is under the independent jurisdiction of foreigners who serve as warehouse managers."
What is an outsider, and who is an outsider... As soon as he heard this, Xu Ping felt his anger soaring, and he urgently needed to vent, "Is your warehouse in here?"
Feng Li nodded and said, "Yes."
With that said, he took the lead and walked forward.
As soon as they got close, rows of guns were pointed at them, shouting in broken Chinese: "Philosophy is not allowed to come near, stay back."
Feng Li spread his hands, indicating that he had no weapons, and shouted over there: "Don't panic, I'm from the Black Tiger Gang."
He stepped forward and whispered a few words to the foreigner.
Xu Ping lowered his voice and said to Li Qinghe, who was standing side by side: "Go to the police station immediately and find a person named Inspector Liang."
Li Qinghe nodded calmly and asked, "What about you?"
Xu Ping said: "Of course I will stay here to fix the evidence."
If only one person does this, it will not help at all. This is just killing the chicken to scare the monkey, and making others who come after you feel afraid.
And through experience in his previous life, he was afraid that if someone reported something here, the area would be cleared immediately. He was too familiar with this process.
Shao Qing and Feng Li waved to them: "Okay, come here."
Xu Ping took Li Qinghe away with a polite look, so naturally no one would doubt them.
As soon as he walked in, Xu Ping discovered that the warehouse was far more alert than he had imagined.
From time to time, there are guards patrolling back and forth with guns. It seems that the warehouse is guarded like a copper wall.
Every time they encountered a patrol group, someone would come up to ask questions, but with Feng Li acting as an internal response, nothing happened.
Under the leadership of Feng Li, several people came to warehouse No. 404. Several people at the door were guarding there with guns on their backs.
The gatekeepers here are not entirely foreigners, they should be members of the Black Tiger Gang.
As soon as he saw Feng Li, the man guarding the door immediately came to greet him.
"Brother Feng, why are you here?"
Feng Li pointed at Xu Ping and the two and said, "Brother Black Crow asked me to take them to the warehouse to take a look. You ask the brothers to open the door."
The man responded, led the three of them over, took out the key from his belt, and opened the warehouse door.
As soon as the door opened, a strong smell of feces and urine hit us, accompanied by the smell of corpses.
Facing the front are several tall shelves with wooden barrels placed horizontally on them. There are several small holes on the side of the barrels for ventilation.
Maybe I heard a sound. From among the hundreds of wooden barrels, there were waves of weak moans coming from time to time.
Is this the reason why their Black Tiger Gang purchases wood in large quantities... Li Qinghe suppressed the discomfort in his heart, clenching his fists in his sleeves and trembling slightly.
Xu Ping also had a deep gaze and a solemn expression.
"Do you need me to take you for a walk?"
Feng Li turned around and asked. Li Qinghe's expression immediately changed. He forced a smile and said, "No, we can just take a look here. It turns out that the warehouse is like this..."
"That's it..."
Xu Ping gave the order and decided on the location. Then, it was destined to be another sleepless night.
…
When leaving Taikoo Cang, Feng Li agreed with the two of them to hand over the lumber at the dock tomorrow, and left in a hurry.
Before I left, I was still thinking that the gang seemed to be getting more and more uneasy recently.
At this point, the news of Black Crow's death in the Black Tiger Gang spread, and when it reached the ears of everyone in the Black Tiger Gang, it exploded.
Another one died.
The gang leader didn't know what evil he had done. He didn't even have any heirs. He only had three adopted sons and two of them were already dead.
The news continued to spread, reaching the ears of Lao She, the only remaining adopted son of the Black Tiger Gang.
He was a little panicked.
What's going on? The people I've been fighting with for so many years have died one after another. Is there a second candidate for the position of gang leader?
When he felt the smoke coming out of his ancestral grave, he hurriedly ordered his younger brothers to guard him day and night, and never leave even when he was doing errands in bed.
After the Beisha Gang received the news, they were overjoyed and felt that it was time to unify the underground organizations in the provincial capital and become the dominant family from then on.
The initiator of this undercurrent ran back to the hotel angrily, preparing to teach the two unlucky guys a lesson.
Inside the hotel.
Yang Feique had just woken up and shouted at the man named Huang Feihong standing in front of him, then punched him with his fist.
Suddenly, there were stars in his eyes and he fell down again.
Shao Qing and Yang Feiyan also woke up.
"boom!"
Valley armpit
fainted.
After doing this twice, they never dared to move again and lay motionless on the bed.
At this time, they also recalled how similar this scene was.
It seemed like I was back to that unforgettable late night.
Hey, could it be that the person in front of him was ordered by Xu... the person who bought the coffin... Yang Feiqiao's eyelashes trembled slightly and he didn't dare to open them. He was already a little doubtful about life.
Yang Feiyan's face was full of joy, and she felt the familiar pain in her head. She also understood it, lay down on the bed with peace of mind, and fell asleep unconsciously.
"Squeak"
The door was opened from the outside, Yang Feiqiao shook his body, and another circle came through the air.
Her flexible little body became slippery, and she jumped down from the bed extremely smoothly. She shouted at the familiar figure who came in: "Hit me again."
"boom!"
The paper man punched again, and his eyes were black and blue.
Xu Ping, who saw this scene, looked at her half-panda eyes, burst out laughing.
"Feihong, come back."
Xu Ping stretched out his palm, and there was a black hole in his palm, sucking the paper man in.
Yang Feiqiao was stunned by this fist. When he saw Xu Ping come in, he became furious and said, "I'll fight you."
She also knew that she couldn't beat this man, so she waved her bastard fist, fluttered her short legs, and rushed forward.
Xu Ping stretched out his hand to hold her head. Yang Feiqiao forced her eyes to punch and punched, but the punch missed. She was so angry that her mouth shrank, her eyes filled with tears, and she almost screamed.
"Stop fighting, you can't kill people like this." Xu Ping continued to kill people.
When Yang Feiyan heard that these words were not spoken by a human being, she finally couldn't stand it any longer, and she let out a "wow" sound. Before she could scream, Xu Ping held her mouth shut.
"No barking."
Yang Feiqiao felt aggrieved, how could he be so obedient, so he bit his finger with a pair of silver teeth.
"Crack!"
I almost lost my tooth.
I have copper skin and iron bones... Xu Ping withdrew his palm, frowned, and wiped the saliva on his hand in disgust: "Why are you hanging out with the White Lotus Sect again?"
Yang Feiqiao covered his mouth, widened his eyes, and said nothing.
"If you don't say anything, then I will treat you as colluding with them, committing murder and arson..."
"In order to save my brother, they threatened him."
Xu Ping frowned: "Why don't you ask me for help?"
Yang Feiqiao put down his palm, holding his head full of bumps and dark circles under his eyes: "I am a descendant of the female general of the Yang family, how can I borrow someone else's hand for everything."
And with such backbone... Xu Ping was stunned for a moment and asked, "So your brother is still in their hands."
Yang Feiqiao's aura dropped: "Well, it was originally agreed that if we kill the black crow, my sister and I can take my brother away."
Xu Ping was noncommittal and said sarcastically: "Do you believe this?"
"I have no choice..." Yang Feiqiao's voice gradually weakened, sounding like a mosquito, and even his small body was trembling.
"We found my brother, but they fed him poison and put him under house arrest. If we didn't do this, he would die."
Is this considered a brother-supporting demon?
For some reason, Xu Ping suddenly had this thought in his mind, "Hey, where is your brother being imprisoned?"
Yang Feiqiao's face was filled with joy. The man in front of her was sure to make a move. Just as she was about to speak, she worried again: "But you can't cure the poison on him."
Xu Ping looked confident: "It's just a way to detoxify, it's not worth mentioning. In your eyes, do I only play some inferior things?"
Yang Feiqiao nodded, indicating that she understood it that way, but in an instant, she changed her face again: "He is imprisoned in the White Lotus Sect's stronghold in the provincial capital, in a nunnery thirty miles to the west."
Xu Ping nodded, and then glanced at Yang Feiyan lying on the bed. His eyes paused on the arch for a moment, and he coughed lightly: "Ahem, what's wrong with her?"
"Uh... fell asleep."
Yang Feiqiao was also speechless.
Xu Ping held his forehead and sighed, "Does your family have a tune?"
Yang Feiqiao didn't answer, his eyes locked and said: "How do you plan to save her? I want to go with you."
"Who said I have to save people personally? Didn't you just say that I have to rely on myself..." Xu Ping walked to the table in the room, picked up a pile of white paper, shook it, "They are enough, and
, I also want to see if you, the descendant of the female general of the Yang family, have obtained the true inheritance."
Yang Feiqiao had some guesses in his mind, "What do you mean?"
Xu Ping's fingers were like flowers and he had already started to cut out paper figures. He said casually: "I will rush to make a batch of paper figures. You will lead the team and go to the nunnery to rescue your brother."
"As for the poison on his body, after you rescue him, I will find someone to help him detoxify."
When Yang Feiqiao heard this, his face was filled with gratitude. He ran to Xu Ping and watched him cut out paper figures one after another. When I rescue my brother, I will make him kowtow to you to express my gratitude.
"Then why don't you knock?" Xu Ping made a joke.
Unexpectedly, Yang Feiqiao took it seriously and was about to prostrate himself, but was blown up by a gentle breeze.
"You are such a boring person. You took it seriously when I made a joke. How will you find a man in the future?" Xu Ping was still joking.
Yang Feiqiao's face instantly turned red. She originally wanted to say that her ideal partner was not a joking man.
But his mouth moved but he didn't speak.
Xu Ping concentrated on cutting out the paper figures and ignored her for a moment. These paper figures were simple to make, but they also had flaws, that is, they were not strong enough.
It is definitely easy to deal with ordinary people, but it may not be easy to deal with those with strong martial arts skills.
However, the advantage lies in the large number, after all, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands.
Yang Feiqiao, who had nothing to do, stood for a while and ran to pour a cup of tea. He stood quietly beside him, looking at Xu Ping who was covered by the sunshine by the window. For a moment, he was a little crazy.
…
It was night, and the stars in the sky were covered by dark clouds. The night was dark and windy.
Two figures, one large and one small, left the hotel and went straight into the night.
Yang Feique's chest was bulging and stuffed with paper figures. He took his sister, who looked surprised after waking up, straight to the nunnery outside the city.
"Sister, what did you say this afternoon?"
She just felt strange that this sister of hers had a tinderbox temperament that would explode at the drop of a hat.
But why just now, when I saw her serving tea and pouring water, I felt like a little woman.
"Don't ask if you have nothing to do."
"oh."
Late at night, another voice came: "Tell me, Brother Xu is helping us like this, is it because..."
"boom!"
After receiving a blow on the back of her head, she shut up instantly, only hearing Yang Feiqiao's cold words: "That's called an exchange of equal value, and he even took a drop of my blood."
…
Taikoo Cang.
Foreigners guarding outside the iron fence were chatting from time to time, seemingly arguing about which girl in the city was more beautiful, fairer, and more romantic.
Suddenly, a group of foreigners stopped talking and looked at the woman in front of them with wide eyes, swaying her hips and crotch, walking towards them.
"Da da da!"
The high heels clicked on the ground, making a crisp sound. The woman came to a group of blond soldiers and lightly opened her red lips.