On the street, Bamboo Stick's motorcycle didn't drive very fast, and he didn't dare to drive too slowly. He was tightly trapped between five cars. He kept looking around in panic, and the sound of the car's motor was heard.
Grind his fragile sense of luck...
"Peng!!"
Wang Mumu tapped the accelerator, and the front of the car hit the rear of the motorcycle with a bang. The entire glove box was smashed to pieces and hung on the back of the motorcycle.
Bamboo Stick's two arms were so tense that he didn't dare to hold on to the handlebars for a moment, so they were very sore and painful, and he had begun to tremble non-stop...
"Zhizhi!!" Xuanxuan on the right was driving a car and started to get closer to the motorcycle. He held the steering wheel in one hand and a machete in the other. He pointed the tip of the knife at the bamboo stick and said with a smile: "**
Yes! Don’t move! Hold the handlebars tightly with both hands, move blindly, and insert your head into the wheels of the car. It’s not fun!”
When Zhu Zhuanzi heard Xuan Xuan's words, he glanced at Xuan Xuan twice. He had a gun on his waist, but the sad thing was that he didn't dare to take it. He was afraid that Wang Mumu would hit him and he couldn't hold the handlebar with one arm...
…
"Haha, Best Actor?? Oscar Award?? Damn it!!" Xuan Xuan said with a smile, raised his arm, the blade made a whoosh sound, and cut into his left arm. In less than a second, blood flowed down his clothes.
It flowed out, Zhu Zhuanzi gritted his teeth, took a look, and shouted crazily: "Wang Mumu!! You can't kill me!!! Wang Mumu!! I know the old ghost! He trusts me!! I have a way to help you!"
!!”
"Are you panicking? Are you no longer awesome? Seeing that the director has a bad look on his face, he won’t act anymore??? Is that right? Brother Zhuzi?!"
"Pfft!!"
Xuanxuan chopped off the knife again, and then chopped it on the arm just now. Bamboo Stick looked at the blood flowing out of his arm, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, released the accelerator, and the motorcycle slowed down...
“Peng!!!”
The motorcycle came down at speed, and the rear of the car collided with the front of Wang Mumu's car for an instant. It shook violently, and there was no time to correct the handlebars. His body drifted, and Zhu Zhuanzi suddenly felt his sight spinning, and then he felt severe pain in his thigh.
Because the motorcycle made a clang and fell sideways to the ground, with his thigh pressed against the other end of the body, rubbing against the ground, and pushed out!!!!
“Boom, bang, bang!!!!”
Countless sparks shot up from the motorcycle on the ground, flew forward three or four meters, and got stuck under Zhang Xi's car. His thigh was torn apart by the friction on the ground, leaving a blood-red mark...
"Squeak!! Squeak!!"
Five cars stopped in place, and the bamboo stick covered in blood was pressed under the motorcycle. He was covering his head with one hand. Because his vision was shaking violently, he had the illusion that his head was hit by the wheel of the car.
It flew away...
"Wang... Mumu... don't kill me. The old ghost really trusts me. Don't you hate him?? I have a way!! Believe me!! I have a way!!!" Zhu Zhuanzi didn't know what the hell he was doing at this time.
Are you still in the movie? He acted very cowardly and afraid of death, and he didn't show any ferocity and madness when he was dancing and injecting drugs into Wang Yiheng...
Wang Mumu squatted down silently, looked at the bamboo stick, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't you know what I want to hear and what I hate to hear?"
"Don't you want revenge?? Aren't you going to avenge your brother??" Zhu Zhuanzi didn't seem to understand what Wang Mumu meant at all, and was still writing revenge, the old ghost's question.
"I owe my brother too much... The matter ends with you. I don't want to know who the old ghost is, and I don't want to know... Oh!!" Wang Mumu sighed and stared blankly.
Bamboo Stick Zi said softly again: "I said I would give you five horses to cut the body into pieces, but there are no horses, so use a cart!!"
"Wang Mumu!!! Wang Mumu!! You can't kill me!! The old ghost has been trying to get you for a day or two!!! Sooner or later he will have to attack Caesar!! Sooner or later!!" Bamboo Stick's face was covered with blood, and he looked at Wang Mumu excitedly
shouted.
"Zhu Zhuanzi, there is nothing you can do about killing in a mixed society. We rely on this to make a living. We can kill your brother. We have our reasons. You and your brother have a strong relationship and want revenge. It's damn right, but the person who killed your brother is
We!! What does it have to do with my brother!! What does it have to do with my wife?! The day you did it to them!! Didn’t you think I was still alive? I’m not fucking dead!! You have to give it to me!
Are you going to cut the body into pieces? Don’t you have to kneel down and beg me? Don’t you have to do this after begging me? Do you and I have a choice? Do you?!!!” Wang Mumu
After staring at the bamboo sticks and roaring, he didn't stop at all, turned around and ran towards the car.
…
Twenty minutes later, there were five cars in the meadow under a certain highway, traveling in five directions.
The bamboo stick was lying on the ground, covered in blood, with hemp ropes around his neck, two legs, and two arms...
His eyes were staring blankly at the sky. He was tired and could no longer shout or struggle. At this time, he had countless similarities with Wang Yiheng who was in the toilet at that time. He was less popular and helpless.
Hesitant, scared, panicked...
In the car, Wang Mumu was sitting on the cab, smoking a cigarette, and never dared to look back. He was afraid of hearing something? Or was he afraid of being soft-hearted?
no one knows……
"Master Mu, it's been more than two hours..." Zhang Xi's voice came from the intercom.
"Move... do it!!" Wang Mumu threw away the cigarette butt, rubbed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said something, started the car, put the gear on, paused with his toes on the accelerator, and stepped on it...
"Squeak, squeak, squeak...!"
The tires rubbed violently against the green grassy ground, and then the car suddenly sped out. Whoosh, whoosh, the hemp rope tied to the parking space quickly straightened, and almost instantly, it pulled the head of the bamboo stick and flew into the air.
!!!
"boom!!"
"boom!!"
"...!"
The other four cars also started off at the same time and quickly ran in the other four directions.
"Teng!!!"
Bamboo stick's body stopped more than half a meter high in the air, and the five running cars paused for a moment at the same time...
"ah!!!!"
A heart-rending scream spread throughout the wilderness.
“Peng!!!”
The body was torn apart, and a cloud of blood mist burst out from the air!!!
People on the five cars felt the rear end of the car loosen at the same time, and realized something...
The scream seemed to still be echoing in Wang Mumu's ears at this time. His whole body shook, biting his lip, stepping on the accelerator, without looking back, he drove the car straight towards the highway and sped away crazily...
..
The remaining four vehicles slowly backed up and parked next to the dug pit to deal with the remaining matters...