In the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, the cold wind whistles.

In the public telephone hall next to Nangang Market in H City, Northeast China, a young man wearing a leather jacket and short hair combed with scalp, put his left hand into his pocket and played with imitation*, and his right hand was holding a cold iron-shelled phone. His eyes kept looking around, listening quietly to the busy sounds on the phone.

"Hello?"

A few seconds later, a middle-aged voice appeared inside the phone receiver.

"It's me." The young man heard the phone call and glanced around again and added: "Tonight, at 10 o'clock, Da Lao Wang and I came here, a total of seven people and five guns."

"According to the old method, when we arrest you, you will run to me with two irrelevant little characters, and I will drive a way to let you run out." The middle-aged man on the phone pondered for a while and ordered.

"I can't finish this job, right?" the young man asked with a hoarse voice and a disgusting look.

"Do your boss get it done and I'll let you come back."

"...I understand." The young man gritted his teeth and hung up the phone directly.

Standing in the telephone room, the young man took out three or five cigarettes from his pocket. After hesitating, he looked at the public phone a few times, he finally picked up the receiver and dialed the 126 paging table on the keyboard.

"Hello, 126 paging station." The customer service quickly answered the phone.

"Hello, please call me 96686, leave a message, arrive home tomorrow night, come to the train station to pick me up!" The young man said concisely.

"Leave your name?"

"Liu, brother, Shen Enci."

"Okay, Mr. Shen."

"Thanks!"

After saying that, Shen Enci hung up the phone, walked out of the public telephone booth with great strides, and disappeared into the dark night like a knife.

...

Half an hour later, Shen Enci returned to the hotel private room next to Nangang Market and saw six men packing their things.

"Big Lao Wang, what are you doing?" Shen Enci asked after being stunned for a moment.

"What can I do? Just work!" Big Old Wang replied in a leather jacket.

"Isn't it ten o'clock?"

"Brother asked ahead of time." The old man stared at Shen Enci with his eyes, and asked with a smile on his face: "What are you doing?"

"Don't I tell you anymore? I'll have to go home tomorrow." Shen Enci took out an envelope from his pocket with a constant expression, gestured to the old man and said, "The chain is sold, exchange for some cash."

"...Fuck, you're short of money and tell me? I'll take it for you." The old man patted Shen Enci's shoulder and asked with a crooked neck: "What's wrong, Xiaoze, are you embarrassed to open your mouth to me?"

"No, you don't need to help me with the money to support my family, haha!" Shen Enci grinned.

"Okay, then clean up, let's go." The old king urged.

After saying that, Shen Enci was upset because he didn't know that the plan was ahead of schedule, but at this moment he obviously lost the opportunity to act alone again.

"Hurry up, I'll leave after I've packed it up!" The old man stood in the house and urged.

"Are you not drawing lots?" Shen Enci asked with a frown.

"No need, we've finished shooting. Xiao Li shoots, you're outside looking at the wind." Big Old Wang responded casually.

After a moment of frightened, Shen Enci only nodded slightly and said nothing.

...

In Jiangbei, outside the Heineken Building Materials Center compound, Shen Enci was wearing a mask, holding the imitation * in his right hand in his pocket, and glanced at the alley fifty meters away. He saw his accomplices standing next to a shabby Santana 2000 looking at him.

Shen Enci frowned and his eyes became anxious.

"Kang Kang Kang Kang Kang Kang!"

Suddenly, a gunshot came from the courtyard, and Shen Enci shuddered.

After twenty seconds, Big Lao Wang and others wore masks and flipped out of the wall, and asked Shen Enci: "Xiaoze, have you seen someone coming out at the door?"

"No!" Shen Enci shook his head after he came to his senses.

"Fuck, the little one ran away." Big Old Wang cursed.

"Have you got the stuff?" Shen Enci asked, helping the old queen.

"Get it!"

"Where is a person!" Shen Enci asked again.

"I'm so fucked!" The old man spitted out phlegm and replied with great ease.

"I'm fucking to death? Why did I fuck to death? Didn't my brother just ask me to take things?" Shen Enci's eyes were shocked.

"... Mom got a B, he fought back, I was killed in a hurry." The old man replied without changing his face.

When Shen Enci heard this, he couldn't help swallowing, but he still forced himself to calm down. He walked with Da Lao Wang and others to run towards Santana 2000.

After running fifty meters, everyone came to the car. Then the old man threw the canvas bag on his body into the trunk, waved his hand and greeted: "Go away!"

Shen Enci glanced at everyone and instinctively wanted to get on the van behind.

"Come on, Xiaoze, get on my car!" Big Old Wang shouted.

"Ah? OK!" Shen Enci was stunned and walked to the back seat of Santana 2000, opened his mouth and said to Lao Wang: "You sit in it!"

"If I were working at 10 o'clock, would you say, will this police officer come?" Lao Wang suddenly asked while sitting in the car with an evil smile on his lips.

"…!" Shen Enci was stunned.

"Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, the eldest son picked up the imitation * and pressed it against Shen Enci's forehead.

"…!" Shen Enci was stunned for a moment.

"Is it you? It's all the fucking you."

"Old Wang!" Shen Enci roared, took a step back, reached out and grabbed the muzzle in front of his forehead.

"Kang Kangkang..."
Chapter completed!