Inside BYD.

"What's the movement?!"

The Han man who was playing games on his mobile phone heard a sound behind the car and instinctively turned his head and said.

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Azhe shot and smashed the glass of the car he was driving.

"grass!"

The Han man was stunned, turned his head and ran to the passenger's hand to wipe it off.

"Bang, rush!"

The other two pillars also smashed the window and stuck the barrel of the fifth consecutive gun into the car, and scolded: "Can you understand Chinese?!"

The Han people were stunned.

"Move it, I'll let the forensic doctor use a small shovel to shovel your brain basket!" Erzhu scolded in a dull voice.

"get off!"

Azhe shouted at the driver.

"...Brother, the goods are in the trunk. If you want them, take them all!" After a while of silence, the Han man looked up and said to Erzhu.

"It's not for the goods, get off the bus!" Erzhu scolded again.

The two people in the car looked at each other, then pushed the door and walked down the car.

At this time, the Uyghur who had just left BYD had already walked to the main entrance with two young people in the karaoke bar store.

"Fuck you, raise your hand and touch it on your waist?! Do you have a fucking bomb?!" Erzhu stood next to BYD, and in succession of stocks, directly hitting the Han people's heads.

"Brother, what's the reason?" The Han man asked with his hands raised and he raised his hands.

"Go to Syria, are you there?! Ah? Fuck you!?" Azhe shouted in a low growl.

"brush!?"

The Uyghur people at the entrance of the karaoke hall heard shouting in the alley next to them, and then saw the rear of the van, and were stunned.

"What should I ask you? Go to Syria, is there any of you?!" Azhe asked while taking the Uyghur hair into the car.

"...No...I don't know...what you said... means!" The Uyghur shook his head.

At this moment, the Han people were stunned for a moment and said no tricks.

"Crash!"

The second pillar was consuming the Han people's hair and was about to push him into the car.

at the same time.

The Uyghur man at the entrance of the karaoke hall immediately waved his hands to the two young men, then reached out and touched his back, and moved into the alley with a small step.

"Brother, you may have misunderstood..."

The Han people waved their hands and wanted to speak.

"Misunderstood your mother, you are looking for you!" Erzhu banged and shot two times, and directly pushed the Han people into the van.

"Ajimu!" ​​Another Uyghur man who had been brought into the car by Azhe suddenly shouted.

"Damn it! Your building blocks and your dad's baskets are not easy to use!" The big pillar in the car turned around and punched him.

"Crash!"

Erzhu got into the car and pulled it directly into the car door.

"Go away!"

Azhe sat in the car and shouted.

"Well!"

The big pillar was hung in the reverse gear, and then stepped on the accelerator and pulled the front of the car out of the alley.

"...Brother...you are really looking for the wrong person?!" The Han man shouted in his car and hugged his head.

"Fuck your mother, do you recognize Fan Yu?!" Erzhu asked with his eyes: "Have you found the wrong one?!"

"Slow down, slow down!" Azhe waved his hands continuously and said, "Let the front of the car go left!"

"Cruff!"

The main pillar is directly on the steering wheel.

"Kang!"

At this moment, a gunshot erupted, and a spark of Mars suddenly appeared on the door of the van.

"Ajimu!!!"

The Uyghurs sat in the middle row of seats and shouted again.

Next to the alley, the Uyghur man who had entered the karaoke bar before was holding a private pistol that could only fire six bullets but was scrapped. He stepped into the alley, hid behind BYD and started to hold the fire!!

"There is another!" Dazhu shouted.

"Kang, Kang!"

Azhe sat in the car, picked up five consecutive hairs and started spraying.

"Tait!"

At this moment, a group of machete teams composed of locals emerged in KTV. The knives they carried were completely different from those of the Kaishan and Qikong machetes in the northeast!!

The swords of these people are all homemade guys with a wide blade, a thick back, and an extremely sharp blade. They look a bit like the sword blade of the gate. And when they really do it, their lethality is not comparable to those of the machetes such as mountain opening and seven holes, because the weight of this kind is very large. If you continue to do it with one knife, it will be almost the same!

"Kang!"

Erzhuzi sat in the middle row of seats in the van, opened the window with his left hand, shot the sky with his right hand, opened his mouth and shouted: "Damn it, who is here, I'll kill him!"

The machete team, which was composed entirely of locals, stopped symbolically after hearing the gunshots. Then, without saying a word, rushed up with a knife, and almost stopped!!

"Fuck!!"

Erzhu looked at the crowd rushing towards him, and his head suddenly felt numb and he was a little confused because these people were obviously not afraid of five consecutive shots!!

From a very objective perspective, without talking about any factors of governance, the customs and ferociousness of ethnic minorities in my country's Xinjiang are definitely not ordinary people!

In 2006, there was such a fight in Nxunliudao Street, northeast Herbin. At that time, a big brother who runs an Internet cafe played poker with his friend upstairs, and then asked the internet administrator to go out to buy some mutton skewers. At that time, the big brother gave the internet administrator 100 yuan and said that you bought me twenty skewers, just one waist, because other friends were not hungry and didn't want to eat them.

Immediately, the network administrator went to an x-jiang barbecue stall opposite the road. This barbecue stall was also relatively simple, just a stall that set up a small stove on the side of the road, putting some charcoal and wine, and working. So, objectively speaking, the hygiene situation is indeed not very good, but the network administrator is too lazy to leave, so he ordered the things here.

It was originally agreed that we would bake twenty skewers and one waist, but the network administrator gave the money first, so the other party directly baked ninety skewers and one waist, which was exactly one hundred yuan!

Then, the conflict occurred. The network administrator and two X-Secret friends fought for a while, and then went into the house to find the boss. The boss relied on his right to slap the new X-Secret friend when he went out!

After the call, two guys from X-jiang left, but in less than five minutes, they took three taxis back to the entrance of the Internet cafe. The boss was afraid that they would smash the store, so he called to shake people.

In another twenty minutes, less than thirty people from xjiang came, and the boss found sixty or seventy young people in society who had pickaxes and knifes.

Immediately, a conflict occurred!

The X-Secret buddy, who was less than 30 people, rushed away sixty or seventy young men in one round, and the boss, a police friend in three places, was also playing poker upstairs. After seeing the fight, he went downstairs to show his police ID, but the other party didn't pull him at all, and directly blocked the counter, and he slapped twice, and the person lay down on the spot!

Later, according to a young man who was leading the team found by the Internet cafe owner, "It's really fucking hard to fight!!! I cut a knife and thought the other party would hide. Who the fuck knew, he raised his hand and grabbed the blade. I was stunned when I finished it! When his mother turned around, he saw that people from three places were stabbed directly. Fuck me, what else can I do?! I turned around and ran away!"

This is a fight that actually happened in the Northeast, and it was also from where, the people in the X-Xiang Dynasty were generally not willing to provoke them. There are reasons for their nature, but there are also policy reasons. Because the police in the three places paid for the treatment, they were stabbed twice and were in vain!

...

Having said that!!

At the entrance of the karaoke hall, Erzhu originally wanted to shoot, but he even made everyone stand attentive, but he never expected that he would not stop at all and immediately surrounded him!!

"Crack!"

The pickaxe handle and thick-backed machete were chopped on the van, and Azhe could clearly feel the body shaking!!
Chapter completed!