Chapter 126 Who is your father is none of my business
Bob!
It's that professional killer!
Glancing at Zuo Yuxin who was still packing things, Zuo Han secretly regretted it.
Even Riester ran into him again, and he was prepared to meet Bob again, but now was really a bad time.
Meeting Bob in the supermarket may have been a coincidence, but if he pulled off the face towel in the supermarket, he must have been recognized by Bob. In this case, Zuo Yuxin was bound to be targeted by Bob.
How abominable!
Based on Zuo Yuxin's fear of chaos, Zuo Han did not tell her about the discovery of Bob, otherwise he might not know what would happen.
Zuo Han pushed the cart and Zuo Yuxin out of the supermarket, and Bob followed him.
The purpose of keeping Bob was to paralyze the opponent, and Zuo Han would not be afraid to deal with him, even if old Charles was by his side. But the person next to him was Zuo Yuxin, so Zuo Han would inevitably feel a little anxious.
Zuo Han felt even more anxious.
The third brother is already so old. If Yu Xin has a problem, how can I see him again?
No, Yuxin's safety comes first. If you can't get rid of him safely, you must find a way to kill Bob.
Zuo Han made a decision and began to mentally plan a plan to deal with Bob. Just as he was about to enter the parking lot, Zuo Han inadvertently glanced across the road, and his heart couldn't help but move.
Across the road, a dozen American soldiers had just come out of a store. They were arming themselves with one of the second lieutenants, and the person they were chatting with turned out to be Song Tao.
When Zuo Yuxin went to school today, she had already heard that Song Tao had hired a group of soldiers to look for Zuo Han. In order to avoid attracting their attention after school, Zuo Yuxin even changed a place for Zuo Han to pick her up.
After getting in the car, I also told Zuo Han this.
Zuo Han looked away at the soldiers, then glanced at Bob following behind in the reflection of the car glass, with a slight smile on his lips.
Even Rister, a rookie, could endure it, but this group of American soldiers wearing military uniforms should have no courage to move.
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At this time, Song Tao and his party did not notice Zuo Han and were about to leave. Zuo Han cleared his throat and deliberately loudly said: "Yuxin, put these things in the back seat later. The trunk is not very clean."
"It doesn't matter what it is, it doesn't matter if it's dirty. It's not for our use." Zuo Yuxin replied smoothly.
The American soldiers didn't pay much attention, but Song Tao was too sensitive to the word Yuxin. When he turned around, Song Tao's eyes widened.
"Connor, that's the kid."
As soon as Song Tao greeted him, a dozen American soldiers rushed over from across the road, cheering.
Zuo Han pretended not to notice, pushed the shopping cart to the car, and threw the contents into the back seat.
But Zuo Yuxin noticed it and exclaimed: "What happened? I hit you. Uncle Han, run away!"
"Uncle Han hasn't escaped yet, get in the car and wait for me for a while." Zuo Han tightened his face mask, glanced at Bob behind him, took out a baseball bat from the car, and stood in front of the car.
Zuo Yuxin got into the car and looked at the approaching American soldiers with an excited expression.
Zuo Yuxin had seen Zuo Han take action, but only once outside the wine. At that time, he was dealing with a group of gangsters. But now the people he had to deal with were all soldiers, could it be done?
"Are you Tyson?"
Connor and Song Tao are about the same age and relatively strong, nearly 1.9 meters tall. They look quite imposing when they stand there.
Zuo Han glanced at Song Tao and hummed: "I smashed your car last time, so I didn't remember it long enough. Why come again? This time, I'm going to hit someone."
"You brat, I'm talking to you!" Connor was furious.
Song Tao came over and gritted his teeth and said: "Connor, there's no need to talk nonsense with this kind of bastard. Just break your legs first and ask later when you have something to say."
Connor nodded, turned around and said, "Give that boy some color."
"Hey, your stick doesn't work."
"Come on, buddy, let's make out and make out..."
A group of American soldiers approached Zuo Han with a ferocious smile.
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The two soldiers raised their arms and stretched out their hands to grab Zuo Han.
Zuo Han chuckled, and the two baseball bats hit the hands of the two soldiers.
The two soldiers screamed, covered their hands and squatted down.
They were actually prepared, but they didn't expect Zuo Han to be so fast, giving them no time to retreat and counterattack.
"Damn, my hands are pretty fast!"
"I won't play with him anymore, let's go..."
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The soldiers swarmed up and started fighting with Zuo Han, who was holding a baseball bat.
Zuo Han deliberately retained his strength, and sometimes he was hit and kicked on purpose, but the baseball bat in his hand did not rest for a moment. It was completely a street gangster's fighting style, and he beat up all the soldiers without thinking.
Screaming to the sky.
After a while, they all lay down on the ground with their hands and feet in their hands and howled.
"Damn, this kid is quite difficult to deal with." Connor was really afraid of the baseball bat in Zuo Han's hand. He looked around, as if he wanted to find someone to deal with.
But before he could find it, Zuo Han was already approaching with a stick.
Song Tao was also scared and shouted in panic: "Do you know who he is? He is Connor, and his father is..."
"Who his father is is none of your business!" Zuo Han knocked Song Tao over with a stick.
Connor swallowed, pointed at Zuo Han and said, "My name is Connor. Let me tell you, my dad is..."
"Who your father is is none of my business!" Zuo Han hit him again, and Connor also lay down.
Zuo Han snorted, carried the baseball bat, and returned to the car proudly.
Zuo Yuxin raised her thumb: "Uncle Han, this is for you!"
"Come on, get in the car quickly." After getting in the car, Zuo Han glanced at Bob, who was hiding in the dark, and started the car.
Connor and others were lying in front of the car. As soon as Zuo Han started the car, a group of people hurriedly endured the pain and hid in confusion.
A motorcycle also drove out of the parking lot and followed Zuo Han's car.
Looking at the motorcycle behind him from the rearview mirror, Zuo Han felt secretly worried.
That Connor obviously has a lot of background, I hope he can blow the whistle more quickly to identify people. Otherwise, it will be really difficult to get rid of this dog-skin plaster behind him.
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Watching Zuo Han's car drive away, Connor almost burst out of anger. Resisting the pain, he picked up the fallen walkie-talkie from the ground and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Gather everyone, and gather everyone in the base as well."
Call out... Is there anyone near xx street? Keep an eye on a gray Ford, its license plate number..."
Following Connor's call, the soldiers wandering the streets of Boston quickly gathered. The air force base was also buzzing with people, and a large group of tough American soldiers filed out in cars.
When have American soldiers ever experienced such arrogance? The opponent is a hooligan on the streets of Boston. Even ordinary soldiers are angry to death, not to mention that among them is Connor, the son of the base commander. (To be continued...