Brother Gan smiled slightly, nodded and said comfortingly: "I understand, Mom, don't worry, everything will be fine..." After saying that, he wiped his mouth for his father, picked up the orange on the bedside coffee table and peeled it.
"Oh, Xiaotian, don't think that being a village chief is so easy. It's all about offending people. That's why Marshal Wang, the villain he killed that day, can still be a villain!" Gan Ge's mother looked at her son doubtfully and warned her, She was really afraid that something would happen to her son after her husband recovered. She had been out for a long time, and she didn't know the serious relationship. As a mother, she couldn't watch her son jump into the fire pit.
"Just put your heart back in your stomach, Mom. I know what's going on. Let's eat some oranges." Brother Gan said, breaking off a slice of the peeled orange and putting it into Mom's mouth.
While chewing, the godfather's mother gave her son a smile and said, "Hey, you won't listen to me. Then you will know how to turn around!" She didn't understand. She agreed openly but had her own plans behind the scenes. She also understood that her son was too old to be controlled anymore.
"Auntie, don't worry about him, he will find a way..." Qin Xiaowan, who had been silent at this time, gave her god-brother a look and comforted her with a smile. This stinky man has never been afraid of anything. He is even a gangster drug lord. Dare to destroy, let alone a few country people with stubborn ideas, it's not easy to catch them.
The little demon girl and Zhang Xiaoyan also nodded in agreement and said: "Yes, yes, Auntie, it's okay, he is destined to die!" After some comfort from the three girls, the godfather's mother gradually relaxed and stopped pursuing it. Nagging the flames of war onto the old man.
Since my hometown is quite far from the city, I was afraid that my mother’s health would not be able to bear it, so my god brother arranged for my mother to stay at the Grand Regal Hotel, accompanied by Xiao Yaonv and Qin Xiaowan. As a result, Zhang Xiaoyan stopped going home and simply stayed there. After entering the tycoon, Brother Qian drove to look for Li Hushan.
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Siming Island was still very peaceful the next day. The aborigines in the village still had their normal sunrise activities. When the sun just rose from the sea level, the old patriarch came back from the mountains on the island. He didn't sleep all night. Well, I always felt that something ominous was about to happen, so I went up the mountain with a backpack to collect herbs before dawn. I also checked the situation around the island. I looked around and found nothing unusual.
In the early morning, Ahua conveyed the matter according to the instructions of the old patriarch. He specially sent a few strong young men to observe the situation around the island and report any movement immediately. The two niggas rescued yesterday were missing all night. If If there were no ghosts, they would not go missing. Even if they left, they would still have to say hello, so now he believed the words of the old patriarch more and more.
It was an uneventful day and rested at sunset. When night fell, the village was quiet. Ahua brought a few strong young men to report today's observation to the old patriarch. He saw the old patriarch smoking a dry cigarette on a wicker chair, his eyes slightly dimmed. He closed his eyes and shouted softly: "Old patriarch?"
"Um...what's going on?" The old patriarch opened his eyes and blew out thick, choking smoke.
"We have been observing for a day and haven't found anything unusual at sea. Are we too sensitive, old patriarch?" Ahua replied. He didn't know whether it was due to the blessing of his ancestors or for some reason on the sea. Anyway, they have been on Siming Island since he can remember. Not many outsiders have been here. Last time Brother Gan was the first group, and this time the two niggas were the second group.
The old patriarch sighed and said: "Hey, I hope so... You all go and don't watch anymore at night..." After saying that, he closed his eyes and lay back on the wicker chair, frowning, seemingly thinking. Wondering what was going on, Ah Hua nodded and walked out of the thatched house with the strong young men.
In fact, the old patriarch was just thinking. He was considering how to lead the tribe to escape this disaster. This island was where they relied for survival. They couldn't leave if they didn't want to, but he understood that their ability to resist was almost impossible. It is an instant defeat, especially after seeing the gunshot wound on Brother Qian’s body last time. That kind of terrifying firearm is very powerful, even more powerful than the divine cannon of their ancestors. If there is another big iron bird like that, , even more impossible to deal with.
The reason why he let Ah Hua and the others go home was because he didn't want them to make unnecessary sacrifices, because he understood that even if they stayed, it would be of no use, and now he had to prepare for the worst.
It was always calm before a storm, and it was the same tonight. There was no movement until midnight. But the more it became like this, the more worried he became. He was lying on the rocking chair and dozing off. Suddenly, the sound of a speeding and harsh motor came from a distance, and he My heart suddenly trembled, and I said to myself: "What should come has finally come..."
"Drive the fuck faster! Don't let them find out!" At this time, on the dark sea, two speedboats were traveling at high speed, creating a white ripple at the tail. The yellow-haired boss had a cigar in his mouth. Holding the AK47 in his hand and yelling orders, the speedboat suddenly resembled a horse that had exerted its energy, neighing non-stop, and its speed had reached its limit.
The reason why they chose this time to attack was that they wanted to take advantage of the cover of night to capture the two speedboats and more than 20 burly men, all carrying weapons in their hands, including rocket launchers, heavy machine guns and other heavy weapons. The sinful face is advancing towards Siming Island little by little.
"Old patriarch, there is a movement outside, what should we do?" At this time, Ahua also heard the movement. Sayazi and others ran to the old patriarch's house and asked. It was noisy outside, and everyone in the village heard the piercing wailing. , waiting restlessly outside.
"Don't mess up, Ah Hua. Tell the villagers in the village to go home and close the door and don't come out!" the old patriarch ordered wisely. Although he is nearly eighty years old, his voice is as loud as a bell and he is full of confidence.
Ah Hua didn't understand a little, and he should have resisted vigorously now, but he still carried out the order and said: "Yes! Old patriarch, I will go out and convey your order right now!" After that, he led the people out.
A few minutes later, everyone in the village returned to their homes in a panic. Ah Hua was a little restless listening to the sound of the motor getting closer and closer: "Old patriarch, they are getting closer and closer, should we just wait like this?" To die?"
"This is the only way to reduce casualties, my silly boy, we can't fight them, don't go out, stay in the house!" The old patriarch sighed and said, he also wanted to resist, but dying is not resistance. Just imagine, There is absolutely no comparison between primitive people holding big wooden sticks and modern missiles.
"I...hey..." Ah Hua's eyes were bloodshot, he clenched his fists and smashed them on the wooden case without saying anything else.
"Hey, boss, what's going on? Is it possible that these people are sleeping like dead pigs, and we can't hear such a big noise?" After the speedboat docked, more than twenty tough pirates Carrying the weapon and going ashore, the bald man saw no movement on the island and said without any doubts.
The Huangmao boss was also suspicious and alert, fearing there was some trap. He turned around and glanced at the little eyes of the military advisor beside him. The little eyes knew what the boss was thinking and whispered: "Don't worry, just these idiots will know how to do it."
Just work hard, you don’t have the brains at all.”
Huangmao boss nodded after hearing this, waved his hand, and more than 20 people quickly rushed to the thatched house closest to the shore. That thatched house was also the only one with a shimmering light.
Everything else was completely black.
The old patriarch was still lying on the wicker chair. Ah Hua and the few strong young men stood there anxiously listening to the movements outside. They heard a mess of footsteps approaching gradually, and suddenly there was a "bang", and the sound of the thatched house was heard.
door quilt
He kicked his feet away, and several burly men rushed in with guns in their hands. They quickly aimed their guns at the people in the room and started talking. Ah Hua and the others didn't understand. The old patriarch still lay there.
He remained motionless on the wicker chair.
"Fuck! (Fuck!), you damn old man, get the fuck up! Damn it, you're already on the verge of death, and now you're becoming an uncle!" One of the bald ladles saw the calm look of the old patriarch.
He was so angry that he took the AK47 and put it on the head of the old patriarch.
When Ah Hua and the others saw it, they immediately struggled and resisted: "What are you doing?! Let go of the old patriarch! Let go of the old patriarch!" They had never seen a submachine gun before, and they thought it was a fire stick!
"Damn! You're a bunch of idiots. If I don't give you some clues, you won't know how powerful you are!" One of the bald men cursed, picked up the gun in his hand, and hit a strong young man in the thigh with a "bang" sound.
After the loud noise, the room fell silent for an instant. After half a second, the strong young man covered the bloody wound on his thigh and wailed.
Ah Hua and the remaining strong young men were immediately frightened. They had never seen such a hidden weapon before. The bald ladle was obviously very satisfied with their reaction and said in a coaxing way: "What the hell do you do again?"
Are you crazy about me!? I will kill you!"
"Okay, don't touch Ah Hua!" The old patriarch opened his eyes instantly, stood up and was about to walk towards the strong young man, but was stopped by the bald ladle who pointed a gun at him: "Don't do it, you stupid old guy.
Move! If you move again, I will shoot!"
At this time, the yellow-haired boss and Little Eyes came in. They looked at the injured strong young man lying on the ground with sinister faces and pretended to reprimand: "What's going on? Why did you use the gun!"
"Boss, these bastards are dishonest and dare to resist!" the bald man who fired the gun replied, pressing the muzzle of the gun firmly against the head of the injured young man.
When the old patriarch saw their leader coming, he pointed at the injured young man in a cold voice and said: "Let me go over and treat him!" He gave the little boy a cold look.
The Huangmao boss didn't understand what the old patriarch meant, but he still had clever eyes and translated in a low voice: "Boss, that old guy is a doctor, and he wants to heal that kid!"
After Little Eyes finished speaking, the yellow-haired boss suddenly had a sinister smile on his face without saying anything. He walked straight to the injured and groaning young man lying on the ground, pulled out the revolver from his waist, and pointed it at him.
The trigger was pulled directly on the head
The machine didn't even blink. In an instant, brains were everywhere in the room. The yellow-haired boss casually wiped the blood on his face and stared at the astonished old patriarch with his mouth slightly open. He said coldly: "From now on."