The woman looked like she had a headache. In other words, after being brutally beaten and dumped, her head really hurt.
So she didn't even raise her head and said in a voice that was no longer loud: "The two people who just spoke, as well as the loving and righteous boss of the Fen family, all come here."
"Why!?" The leader was very angry, and immediately refuted the woman's words, "You were just saying the same thing! Now you have changed your mind! You bitch, you talk about morality, but you are just a piece of scum in your heart!"
After the words fell, there was another abnormal pause for a few seconds. The leader thought that the woman had not heard him, and without even raising her head, he said again: "It's you three, who is the right one among you?"
It’s not important to me.”
Isn't it really important? Yang Yuwen frowned tightly. He probably couldn't even split Pangu's axe. It's time to kill this woman with one blow without her realizing it! Look at her eyes now.
It's unclear, but she probably just managed to hold on for a breath and didn't fall down. As long as a little external force was applied, her life might not be saved.
So Yang Yuwen imagined the position of the pistol on his waist, thinking that he had only fired a few times in the past, but now he really had to take the lead and lead by example. As soon as his hand moved, the two people behind him also looked at it.
After understanding his body language, my nerves became tense.
But the woman did not order them to come to her, pick up the revolver, kill each other and act out a tragic farce for herself, but instead fixed her eyes dullly on the roof of the warehouse.
He could easily hit her at this distance! Yang Yuwen looked at the distance of less than ten meters, and changed his gestures to tell the people behind him not to act rashly. After observing the heartbeat for several rounds, the woman was still looking at the ceiling blankly.
, so he quickly changed his posture and lifted his hands to the hem of his clothes, almost making an offensive stance for the people behind him.
But God is not as good as man. At this critical moment, he heard a voice like "...it will be okay..." suddenly coming from the corner. His hand slipped and he missed the best opportunity to attack.
, because the woman also heard this and turned her eyes back. The few people in front of the family wanted to follow their boss to catch him off guard, but when they saw this, they had no choice but to touch the back of their heads and look at the ceiling to show their innocence.
That voice was Zhong Ping comforting Xiong Weiqun, who looked livid. Before comforting him, he realized what a mistake it was not to actually send a text message to his brother. After comforting him, he realized that in this quiet place, he could hear the dung beetles.
The sound of shit, the atmosphere turned into such a tense place without him knowing it, what a mistake it was to speak out.
Everyone was staring at him again. He didn't know what a good escape opportunity he had just ruined. He didn't even have the courage to say, "Hahaha, you guys, keep going." He could only poke like a good baby without moving.
In the same place, in the end, only a broken smile emerged.
But even if it falls into the hands of the separated family, it can't be said to be an escape? At most, it means falling from one tragic situation to another. The target characters in the two situations are still the same, and they are both equally uncomfortable. But Zhong Ping would rather choose
Falling into the hands of the branch family... After all, he had "cooperated" with the branch family to a certain extent, but falling into the hands of this crazy woman felt like a little beetle falling into the hands of a naughty child. If something goes wrong, it will
Crushed to death.
Li Huihui's five senses were all gone. Only her brain was still actively holding up signals not to pass out or die. The words she just said "just the three of you" were also a bit tongue-in-cheek. It seemed like they just needed to endure it for a while.
They could endure it until the woman couldn't hold it any longer. She put down the switch of the giant bomb she was holding somewhere, and it was time for them to take the lead.
Li Huihui's five senses were unclear, but Yang Yuwen was full of energy and awake. Naturally, he could see that Zhong Ping had not sent a text message to anyone. He was habitually hung up on the phone and blocked, and the text message was not sent. It must not have been sent.
There will be no legendary reinforcements coming. So if you want to get out of this situation, you can only rely on the battle of wits and courage of these people on the scene... But I guess there is no need for a battle of wits, because this woman is almost ready to confess on the spot.
Yang Yuwen continued to think about effective countermeasures, thinking that they should extricate the body and wait for the matter to pass naturally. Then they surrounded K and Zhong Ping and asked Zhong Ping to contact Zhong Jiaqi again and bring the imprisoned brothers here.
Come, take the brothers and return to their territory immediately.
The experience of coming here to rob warehouses and grab business is really not a good experience worth remembering. The disorganized family can actually do things like this. Returning without success is probably the last thing the old man wants to see.
But he couldn't help it. After all, he felt that each of these family members was more abnormal than the other... Even this little Zhong Ping had abnormal stage fright...
"Zhong Jiaqi! Come here!" Li Huihui's voice suddenly sounded in the warehouse, creating a small echo.
Is it possible that Zhong Jiaqi really came over!? Along with Zhong Ping, Yang Yuwen and K also showed incredulous looks. Even if they came over immediately, it would not be so fast? Besides, Zhong Ping knew that he did not send a text message, and Yang
Yuwen also guessed that Zhong Ping didn't send a text message, so what was Li Huihui calling...
The answer to the mystery was quickly revealed. Li Huihui's eyes were rarely focused on one place at this moment, which was where Zhong Ping and K were.
Zhong Ping waved his hands nervously, and said in a slightly quiet voice: "I'm not my brother..."
But the woman seemed to have lost her mind at this time, and glared at Zhong Ping as sharply as possible, and said: "Zhong Jiaqi! If you don't come over now, I won't be polite to your brother! I count three.
Count! Let’s all die together! I know it’s not a pity to die for this bitch like you, but you can’t bear to let your brother be buried with you? Don’t tell me you can’t bear it! Yes! You are as cruel as a snake and a scorpion..."
Li Huihui didn't know what she wanted to express, so she kept talking endlessly, and she never counted the "three numbers" she had agreed on before.
Zhong Ping looked at Xiong Weiqun nervously. Xiong Weiqun silently took out the knife from his waist, took Zhong Ping's hand and put the handle of the knife into his hand, and then said in a low voice: "Go over and cut her carotid artery directly. With all your strength,
If you use a higher speed and then move it faster, you will definitely be able to cut."
What Zhong Ping was worried about at the moment was not whether she could be cut off, but... letting him go up and kill her with one knife in the name of his younger brother... Wouldn't that completely mess up the situation!? This is killing! He simply didn't want to.
I have never killed anyone! I have no idea what it feels like to cut the carotid artery! I have no idea that cutting the carotid artery with a knife may not cut it! And where is the carotid artery!? Is it front and back or left and right? It should be where the throat is cut.
Really!? Don’t the fatal wounds in martial arts novels always like to be opened in the throat, and the ancient blades of magic swords that seal the throat with blood...
Zhong Ping was holding the handle of the knife behind his back, and his whole body was shaking as if he was bathing in "What kind of rhythm is the most swaying?" He looked at Xiong Weiqun in horror and shook his head vigorously.
"...Zhong Jiaqi! You have the guts to do something like that, why haven't you come over now!?..." Over there, Li Huihui was still paralyzed on the steps and yelling, and she still hadn't started counting "one, two, three".
Yang Yuwen was so anxious that he ran a few steps and rushed to Zhong Ping, following him and pulling him to go that way. Zhong Ping and Xiong Weiqun had just finished shaking their heads in horror. This time, Cheng Yaojin came out halfway and wanted to pull him straight to the topic.
, he hurriedly sat back and tried to get away from the guy named Yang, but he ran directly into Xiong Weiqun's arms.
"Can something happen? She treated you like someone else and asked you to come over! You don't need such a good opportunity. After a while, everyone will be buried in a pit and you will be satisfied?" Yang Yuwen saw that the bullshit was not working and immediately hated the iron.
He scolded him and wanted to use a move to provoke General Fa into voluntarily surrendering himself.
But who is Zhong Ping? How could he be easily provoked? He simply leaned into the arms behind his back, and a burst of anger rushed into his throat, breathing fire and saying: "I won't kill! I really won't kill!"
Give me one million and I will..."
Xiong Weiqun hugged Zhong Ping, one arm naturally wrapped around Zhong Ping's belly, and the other hand rested on Zhong Ping's head soothingly, and said softly: "You are the only one who can save everyone now.
." The voice was like the confession in Zhong Ping's ear that night, like a hot bath that relieved all the stress in the world.
Zhong Ping did not struggle or resist, and was surrounded by this embrace. It felt very reliable, like leaning against a mountain. But what did the mountain just say? Only he can save everyone!? He has not been a person since he was ten years old.
The dream of a savior! Why does it seem to be coming true now for some unknown reason!?
I don’t want to be a savior. I just want to live my own small life in the market. Reasoning with the aunt at the morning market because of the 30 cents of vegetable prices. I have a grudge against the property owner and the landlord because of the poor environment of the community. I also want to worry about the neighbor’s wifi without a password.
I was happy for most of the day... Finally, I sent batch after batch of children who were admitted to daycare to primary school...
Thinking of those ordinary lives, Zhong Ping almost burst into tears. So what... "You are the only one who can save everyone now"!
Zhong Ping broke free from Xiong Weiqun's half-hug and took away Xiong Weiqun's hand to soothe the few hairs on his head. He stood up straight between Xiong Weiqun and Yang Yuwen, as if he had just kicked a piece of writing into pieces.
Plaque with "Sick Man of East Asia".
Looking at the woman again, she was still paralyzed and unable to lift her arms. She could not hear clearly what she was saying. The roar just now seemed to have exhausted all her strength.
"I, I'll just go over and directly..." Zhong Ping made a motion of sawing wood, "Is this all right?"
"... Use more force." Xiong Weiqun did not praise Zhong Ping's sudden momentum. In fact, he was worried that if he praised Zhong Ping, the momentum he had just built up would suddenly collapse.