I clutched the handle of the car tightly, and the street scene outside the window flashed by like lightning. The speed pointer on the dashboard stopped at 140, but I felt that the actual speed of the car was definitely more than 140.
I closed my eyes and recalled a scene I saw when I was a child.
When I was about ten years old, I followed my grandma to attend a big fair in Mohe Town. At that time, I saw a child wearing only trousers in a large field with his hands tied behind his back and lying face down in the field. I asked
Why is this guy sleeping in the ground? Isn't he cold?
My breasts covered my eyes on the spot to stop me from looking. Later, more and more people were watching the excitement. I heard a man say that the child was dead, his belly had been cut open, and his heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys were all gone.
This is a real thing, probably in the winter of 1991.
Opening my eyes, I said to the driver, "Master! Please hurry up!"
The driver held the steering wheel with an expressionless expression. He glanced at the time and frowned, "I'm going fast enough, but if I continue like this, it's still too late. I have to take a shortcut."
After saying that, he suddenly slammed on the brakes, drifted in place and turned around. If it hadn't been for the seat belt, I would have been thrown out.
The driver turned his head and stared at the road behind him, and began to reverse quickly.
The taxi crashed through the guardrail and drove directly onto the green belt. From the green belt it pressed against the turf and rushed to the opposite road and started driving in the opposite direction. .??.
There weren't many cars at night, but there were a few here and there. The high-beam headlights made it hard to see the road, and the driver squinted and kept honking the horn and accelerating.
After hiding for a few minutes, the car stopped on the side of the road like a dragon.
"Here we are, you can see the Huanhu Hotel when you cross the road. You still have two minutes to go to the toilet and pee, haha."
The driver smiled again and said, "I just ran several red lights and asked someone to buy points. Yours is really worth tens of thousands of dollars, right? If you dare to lie to me, I will still come to you."
"It's definitely worth it! Master, walk slowly!"
I ran downstairs to the Huanhu Hotel in one breath, but Linquan Drunkard was behind me because he was walking on crutches.
I dialed the number of Guaizhitou and gasped, "Hey! I'm here! What's your room number?"
"Did you bring any cash?"
"Bring it!"
"Second floor, 204."
At this time, the Linquan drunkard came up on crutches. He unscrewed the gourd and took two big gulps of wine. I whispered, "Don't be impulsive when you go up. I'll try my best to talk to them. These people are carrying human lives. Let's use money to solve as many problems as possible."
Solve it with money and put the safety of the children first."
There seemed to be a hint of drunkenness in his eyes, and he nodded without saying a word.
I thought to myself, how powerful is this black medicinal wine? With such a huge amount, he was able to get drunk in just two sips.
Go upstairs, knock on the door, and enter the house.
There were a total of seven people in the room, and they were all human traffickers. They all stared at me fiercely. The one smoking was a fat man with a bald head. Brother Zhang from Fujian told me that this man's surname was Wang, and he was the one who talked to me on the road.
"Do you have that name? Where's the money? Let me see."
"My child, I have to see the child before I give you money."
"Grass!"
The bald head slammed the table, "I said I want to see the money first! You can't understand human language, can you?"
In an instant, the other six traffickers all stared at me.
I took a deep breath, took out the plastic bag from my arms, opened it and showed them the cash.
"Haha", the fat man looked at me and said with a smile, "Who told you my mobile phone number?"
"No comment."
"Okay, let me ask you something. You are not a police officer, are you?"
I said calmly, "If I were the police, you wouldn't be here now."
"That's not necessarily the case. There are a lot of undercover police officers nowadays. There was one fucking one last year. He wanted to get into our internal situation and find out the situation so that he could kill us all. But what do you think they did afterward?"
I said nothing with a cold face.
The fat man grinned and said, "Later we found out, I
They dug out his heart and sent it to his wife by express delivery."
Seeing my expressionless face, the fat man looked surprised, "What I'm telling you is the damn truth, aren't you afraid?"
I said calmly, "You don't have to scare people. Believe me, I have seen more dead people in my life than you put together."
I'm not lying. I've seen a lot of dead people and rotten bones in tombs. I've seen the huge pit where hundreds of people were buried in the Western Zhou Dynasty.
While I was talking to the trafficker, the Linquan drunkard kept drinking from his gourd, and I noticed that his face started to turn red.
Seeing that he couldn't scare me, the fat man snapped his fingers with one hand and said, "Take them into the house to see people."
One person led us to the bedroom, opened the door with a key, and said with a cold face, "Let's go in and take a look."
The room was empty, not even a ghost, let alone the little red-haired man.
"you!"
The fat man suddenly changed his face and said coldly, "Keep the money! Kill the people!"
As soon as the fat man finished speaking, a crutch suddenly flew over and hit him on the head.
The fat man's hands were covered with blood. He covered his head and shouted angrily, "Go! Kill them!"
Six human traffickers came at us fiercely with watermelon knives. Linquan Drunkard walked up to us with one hand and a crutch.
In a place as big as a bedroom, knives were being swung wildly among the flashes of lightning! I hurriedly dodged the fatal knife, grabbed one person's wrist with my backhand, and started to struggle with him!
"Be careful with the knife!" I reminded loudly.
The next scene I saw was incredible. Faced with the siege of four human traffickers, the Linquan drunkard was clearly stumbling and unsteady, but no knife could hurt him.
Instead, he seemed to be drunk but punched the trafficker in the throat. The other person knelt down on the spot. He raised his foot and kicked the trafficker away. A knife stabbed him in the back. He opened his mouth and yawned.
Without even looking, he pushed out his butt and knocked the person away.
At this time, another five or six people rushed in. It may be that the traffickers living in other rooms heard the noise and came to help. Facing more than ten people, Zhao Zhao
They teamed up to besiege, and he showed great ease, knocking down half of the people in a stumble.
"Boss! Something's wrong! Look what's going on with this drunkard!"
"Damn it! What are you looking at! Hurry up and fuck me! Kill him!"
The next second, the Linquan drunkard suddenly grabbed the fat man's neck. His face turned red, and he punched the fat man in the face one after another!
The fat man rolled his eyes and lost consciousness after receiving a few punches. He didn't stop, grabbed the fat man's neck and pushed him against the wall, hitting the fat man's face with heavy punches like rain.
"Boss!"
Three human traffickers stabbed the Linquan drunkard in the back with knives. He let go of the fat man and lowered his waist, looking at the people with a smile as he stared at the sky.
"Fuck you!"
The three of them were furious, turned their wrists at the same time, raised their knives and stabbed downwards.
I saw him lying flat on the ground, with his back against the floor, and instantly stretched out his legs to clamp the wrists of the three people.
The three traffickers were all huddled together and desperately trying to free their hands, but he leisurely picked up the gourd and took a sip of wine, spitting it all on the faces of the three of them, laughing loudly.
Then, he took the wine gourd to the heads of the three of them and banged them like whack-a-mole!
The last blow was so strong that the wine gourd exploded! The medicinal wine was scattered all over the floor.
He let go of his feet and rolled around twice, then stuck out his tongue and licked the wine on the floor.
In a short time, these murderous traffickers were lying on the floor in a mess, no one stood up, and the whole bedroom was in a mess.
He leaned on the wall and swayed, blushing and belching wine, and stared at me with his eyes.
I was stunned as I watched. I had seen people who could fight, but never anything like this!
That’s right! This is not the kind of thing used for social performances.
To attack someone unexpectedly, to catch someone unprepared, to be drunk but not drunk, and to walk drunkenly without being drunk, this is 100% the long-lost technique of Zui Ba Xian Sanshou, commonly known as "Southern Drunken Boxing".
