After Cheng Ziyi drove to the abandoned factory in Dongjiao, she turned off the lights three or four hundred meters away, locked the car next to the road, and walked gently to the broken wall of the abandoned factory. As soon as she looked out, she saw a guy holding a big pot with firewood burning under the pot. The abandoned factory was an old machine factory in the 1970s, and some buildings from the 1970s were still retained. It looked like a substation of a bunker, a large broken workshop, and broken bricks and tiles were everywhere.

Several cars were parked on the open space in the factory, including MG, BMW, Poussan, and Cheng Ziyi, which seemed to be a big gang that made the garbage oil. They quietly took out the SLR and pressed the shutter at the big pot. At this time, a black Mercedes-Benz S600 drove in. Mercedes-Benz was also parked in the open space. A tall and strong man walked over quickly, opened the car door diligently, and walked out of the car two middle-aged men in suits and tied, and followed the strong men toward the abandoned office building.

Cheng Ziyi thought that it seemed that refining garbage oil was a huge profit industry. Seeing that these guys were both MG and Mercedes-Benz, they made a lot of money. Just as they were thinking about it, they suddenly felt a headache in their heads. When they turned around, they saw a guy with a fat face holding his ponytail and smiling at him.

"What are you doing here?" shouted the guy with a fat face.

"I... I'm lost, and somehow I've been here..." Cheng Ziyi quickly explained, shook her head and wanted to get rid of the evil claws of a man like a fierce man, but the man pulled his right hand back, and Cheng Ziyi staggered and almost fell down.

"Get lost? Go and have a camera? Take it for you." The man said, snatching the SLR from Cheng Ziyi's hand with his other hand.

"Let's go with me to see the boss." The man said, holding Cheng Ziyi's ponytail with his hands like a factory gate, and Cheng Ziyi burst into tears.

On the second floor of the office building of the abandoned factory, there was a faint light flashing. The priest wearing a brown windbreaker sat at the window and trimmed his nails with a small stainless steel nail clipper. His fingers were fair and slender, and he was a pair of hands that were very suitable for playing the piano. But no one knew that if these hands were holding guns and killing people, it would be even more sharp.

The old man with gray hair sweeping the floor was sitting next to a wooden table full of holes. Because he was too old, the paint on the wooden table had fallen off, revealing the original woody texture. The old man held a cigar in his right hand and held this cocktail with his left hand. The cocktail was called in a transparent goblet, reflecting charming brilliance under the dim candlelight.

A thin young man sat on the chair near the door. The young man lowered his head and was fiddling with a sniper rifle with his heart, focusing and light.

On the other side, on the cement platform against the wall, a fat middle-aged man with black-framed glasses was fiddling with an HP laptop, waving his hands like flying, playing with the CS that men would never get tired of. Moreover, this perverted man was actually holding a short knife against the big sniper, and he grabbed a hand of potato chips and stuffed them into his mouth from time to time with his left hand.

"Haha, you're done with gecko again, and I've bleeded again."

The young man named Gecko ignored him and just wiped Bartre in his hand carefully.

"His identity is so complicated?" the old man asked with a small sip of cocktail.

"It's not complicated, but it's impossible to understand. He is an on the surface a salesman, but he often has contacts with some socialites. Li Youlan, the president of Jielina Daily necessities Company, had dinner with him. The daughter of Shi Lianjian, the old fox with a deep background, and Du Yiting, the wife of Du Hui Timber Group's young leader, had an ambiguous relationship with him. Chen Gengru's personal bodyguard had a very shallow relationship with him. A group of gangsters on the streets and alleys called him his elder brother. The most important thing is that the secret archives show that he had been missing for five years. No one knows where he went in the past five years." The priest said in a calm tone.

After a killer reaches a state of practice, the most important thing is to calm your mind. Only by calming your mind can you find the weaknesses of the target person, hold on to the weaknesses, and implement a fatal blow. Just like this morning, driving the unlicensed Poussan to knock down Mo Xiaoming, his heart is very calm and his hands are very stable. He knows that even if he can't kill someone, it will be enough for that guy to work for a while. If he is busy, he will be in chaos, and if he is in chaos, he will lose. Tomorrow he will give that guy some eye drops and kill him the day after tomorrow.

"Mysterious guy, it's very challenging!" the old man said, raising his goblet and drinking it all, with the shocking wound on the back of his hand vividly remembered.

At this time, the knock on the door sounded. The young man leaning against the door put down Barrett, waved his right hand, grabbed a sharp dagger in his hand, and looked up at the crack of the door, put away the dagger, opened the door, and saw Gangzi walking in with two men in suits and ties.

"Boss, I caught a voyeur girl." The toad walked in swayingly, still holding Cheng Ziyi's ponytail in his hand.

Hu Zi held his right hand wrapped in bandages and looked at Cheng Ziyi. He saw the girl in front of him was tall, wearing a fat white yarn inside, a small purple jacket on the outside, a blue narrow-footed jeans, and a white little Kun bag on his shoulder, which made her figure look so beautiful, with a perky butt, a plump breast, and a small face that was even more indifferent. Hu Zi couldn't help swallowing.

I've been idle at home these days. I just watched "The Flying Eagle Plan" performed by Brother Long. There is a classic line in it: "Two horses are really pointing, with bulging and hind legs and long legs." This line is most appropriate for this girl. This horse is really pointing, with bulging and hind legs and long legs.

"Brother, the girl is still carrying a camera. I want to give us a family photo!" The toad handed the SLR to Huzi and said fiercely.

Hu Zi took the SLR and looked at it, and was also a little annoyed. His pair of tiger eyes stared at Cheng Ziyi and shouted loudly: "Take off her clothes for me!"

With a command, five big men rushed forward. Cheng Ziyi was so scared that she was trembling. This time she was really scared. She had seen such a formation since she was a child. She shrank into the corner and cried: "No...please... don't..."

For a moment, lewd laughter and grim laughter came one after another. They were very good at helping women take off their clothes, and they could be said to be quite good at it.

Hu Zi also joined the undressing army. He was afraid that others would steal the lead, so he shouted, "I will dodge my way. I will shoot the first shot. I will stand aside when I take off this girl's clothes..." As he said that, he untied his belt, took off his pants, revealing the huge guy.

Cheng Ziyi now really realized what despair is, saying that every day should not be called "Dirty" and "Die" - a terrible thought flashed in her mind.

Some of the five big men were holding her arms, and some pressing her legs. Cheng Ziyi was so hard to move that she could no longer move. Her clothes were torn to pieces, her hair was scattered, her fair skin leaked out, her perky buttocks, and her proud buttocks kept shaking under the dim candlelight, which caused the group of beasts to scream.

Hu Zi pushed away the toad that was blocking him, and rushed forward to charge.
Chapter completed!