Damaya looked at the muzzle of the gun on his forehead and felt the cold wind blowing up from the soles of his feet. This was definitely not an imitation gun, but a serious May 4th-style pistol. If Zhang Zhuang
If you are here, you can immediately tell that this is not a fake produced in an underground black workshop. From the workmanship and style, you can tell at a glance that this gun is definitely an authentic product from a military factory. If you look carefully, you can even see it.
The serial number stamped on the gun. After all, Damaya had been crawling on the road these days. Just smelling the unique yellow smell of gunpowder coming from the barrel, he knew that this gun had been used frequently.
Yes, if a gun is not fired often, it will smell like gun oil.
Holding a gun to Damaya's forehead was Dajun's younger brother, Marshal. He had just come back from outside and happened to catch up. Marshal was different from his brother. He was thoughtful and rarely walked through the door. When he took over
After entering the karaoke hall, he asked someone to open the back door. He had always used this back door, so Damaya didn't notice his appearance.
If it had been anyone else, seeing his own brother being beaten like this, he would have been unable to suppress his anger. But the commander just glanced at Jun Jun who was lying on the ground and looked away, his eyes hidden behind his glasses.
It's as deep as a puddle of water, and you can't see any reflection from it. What scares people the most on the road is this look in their eyes. People with such eyes are ruthless, spicy, and extremely scheming. They are better than those who can't move at all.
A reckless man who draws a sword in anger is even more difficult to deal with.
As soon as Damaya's hand moved, the commander immediately put the gun in his hand on his forehead and stared at Damaya. Although he didn't say anything, Damaya immediately didn't dare to move.
Already.
"Kneel down!" the commander said coldly.
Damaya hesitated for a moment, then the commander quickly hit him in the face with the handle of the gun, and then pointed the gun at his head, "Kneel down! I don't want to say it a third time!", the commander didn't worry.
Said slowly.
Blood immediately dripped from the face. The solid gun handle opened a hole in Damaya's face, and the bones were visible. Damaya gritted his teeth and stared fiercely at the young man with glasses.
He looked polite, but his actions were not ambiguous at all, "Brother, please sign up, I admit defeat today!" Damaya slowly knelt on the ground and said to the commander.
"My name is Marshal, big and small, Marshal's handsome, the one on the ground is my brother, his name is Da Jun! Remember!", Marshal looked down at Dam Ya and said slowly.
Hearing this, Damaya's heart froze. It turned out that the person he beat to a pulp just now was his brother. It seemed that this matter could not be ended easily today. Damaya thought for a while and said: "
Brother, things have changed. There is some misunderstanding about what happened today. Let’s figure it out. What do you think we should do?” By this time, he had already prepared for the worst. He didn’t expect that in the huge H City
He was fine, but he failed in this small gold mine!
The marshal winked at the chicken head next to him. Without him having to say anything, the marshal ran over and helped Jun, who was lying on the ground, into the room. He was busy bandaging him.
Then he turned back his eyes and looked at Damaya who was kneeling on the ground gloomily, and said slowly: "You are also a person on the street. What do you think you would do if you were me?" Damaya shook his head hesitantly.
, meaning he doesn’t know, but he knows it in his heart. If this matter were brought to him, he would not say anything, and he would be beaten with a hammer. If he didn’t beat him to a disability, it would be merciful.
"Since you don't know, I tell you, blood debt must be paid with blood!" After the commander said these words, he kicked Dam Ya in the chest and kicked his body around on the ground without waiting for the kick to end.
, followed with the other foot. This guy likes to wear military-style combat boots. The hard military boots kicked Damaya in the face. It was almost like hitting him with a hammer. Damaya held his head tightly with both hands.
, curled up, reducing the area of the body as much as possible, protecting the heart, soft ribs and other places. He knew that if these places were kicked hard by the commander's hard-as-iron military boots, then most of his life would be basically lost.
Soon, Damaya's body was covered with large and small wounds, and his clothes were dyed red with blood. He couldn't stand it any longer. Several times he tried to seize the opportunity to fight back, but the commander kept kicking and beating him.
At the same time, he always deliberately kept a certain distance and did not give Damaya a chance to make a move. Considering the gun in his hand, Damaya could only close his eyes and resign himself to his fate.
Seeing that Damaya was almost beaten, the commander took two steps back, holding a gun and said: "I know you are hanging out with Sun Dacheng, and let me tell you, this is no longer his Sun Dacheng's world.
I'm the biggest here!" Damaya writhes on the ground in pain. Damn it, it turns out that he came prepared, and the most angry one was for Sun Dacheng. He was just used as a scapegoat. Thinking of this, Damaya
Ma Ya struggled to get up from the ground, holding on to the counter and breathing heavily, "Brother, let's let things go as they are, how about it? Now you have taken your revenge and vented your anger. Killing people can only be done with a nod!"
.
The Marshal suddenly smiled. He had no intention of letting Dam Ya go. Since he had fallen out with Sun Dacheng in advance today, he was determined to give Sun Dacheng some color. He walked up to Dam Ya,
Grabbing his hair, he put the gun against Damaya's temple. A faint light flashed in his eyes, and his fingers slowly began to move. When he was about to fire the bullet, he pressed the muzzle of the gun against Damaya.
On the palm of his hand, there was a bang of a gunshot, which penetrated Damaya's palm at once.
Damaya screamed, holding his own palms and staggering back a few steps, his eyes full of pain and anger, staring fiercely at the sneering commander.
The commander put the gun in his arms, took out his cell phone and threw it to Damaya, and said in a deep voice: "Call Sun Dacheng and ask him to come over immediately. If he doesn't come, don't blame me. Next year
Today is your memorial day!”.
Damaya picked up the mobile phone from the table with trembling hands and dialed a few numbers. The call was quickly connected. The person who answered the phone was Sun Dacheng. At this time, he was drinking with Peng Hui, Li Wei and others in the hotpot city.
Then, "Brother Cheng, come to Happy Forest Cabaret, the commander is looking for you!" After saying this, Sun Dacheng hung up the phone without waiting for a reply. The commander did not say anything, but took out his pistol again and quickly withdrew.
He checked the magazine, then loaded it up again. He grabbed a chair and sat on it, waiting for Sun Dacheng to arrive. Today he was going to meet alone with Sun Dacheng, the "butcher" who was the most powerful brother in the gold mine.
He wants everyone on the road to know that Sun Dacheng's era in the gold mine has passed, and now it is him, the commander-in-chief, who has the final say! As for Sun Dacheng possibly bringing people here, he is not too worried. After all, he has
He has a gun in his hand! He doesn’t believe that no matter how many people there are, they can defeat a gun!