Wiping his face, the mushroom grower said: "Brother Song, you can't be wrong! I went to see him secretly in the heavy rain last night, but they didn't see me. I saw someone lighting a candle in the house! The old man you are looking for is hiding in the house.
Here! That’s the Dikengyuan!”
"call....."
Song Laosi blew out the smoke, turned around and said with a cold face: "Brothers, this day next year will be Li Yaya's memorial day. This place is really nice. There is no village in front of the village or a shop in the back. It is easy to bury after you finish the work."
Immediately, three men opened the sacks, took out four shotguns, and gave him one.
He flicked the cigarette butt away, held the shotgun in one hand, and walked swaggeringly towards the pit yard.
My forehead was sweating, and I pressed my phone desperately.
If you can’t get through, send a text message! I’m done thinking, it’s over, something is going to happen!
When they were almost there, Song Laosi suddenly stopped. He held a long-barreled shotgun under his arm, unbuttoned his pants and started to urinate, whistling lightly in his mouth.
As he put the water in the water, he said: "Old Duck Li, you should die too. This is not the 1980s. At the foot of Mang Mountain, the world is dominated by our young people."
Kick open the door violently!
A group of people rushed in directly.
Song Laosi lifted up his pants, Katara clicked the bolt of the gun, and walked over immediately.
The next second.
Suddenly I heard an explosion!
The entire underground pit courtyard was almost visible to the naked eye, and the explosion produced a shock wave!
Broken doors and windows!
dust!
Rubbles and bricks! Everything including the entire roof was blown away!
From a certain distance, there was a continuous "buzzing" next to my ears.
As soon as Song Laosi arrived at the door, his whole body was directly thrown out by the shock wave of the explosion!
He rolled on the ground for several meters, with blood pouring from his nose, ears and eyes.
The sky is filled with dust.
All kinds of messy things fell down, and there was a burning smell.
I vaguely saw a human arm hanging on the tree, or maybe half a leg.
"Big...brother! Brother, where are you!"
The two men struggled to get up with their heads covered with dirt, shouting!
Not far away, they saw Song Laosi lying on the ground with bleeding from his ears and eyes. The two of them crawled over, helped him up and started to leave.
Song Laosi slowly woke up and shook his head vigorously.
He pushed the person away, stood up, and tried to pick up the shotgun.
As a result, before he could take more than two steps, he fell to the ground with a thud and completely lost consciousness.
"Quick...call someone!"
"What the hell! Call Third Brother!"
Watching this man calling someone in a panic, my phone buzzed and vibrated.
"Hold...your head!"
"Where are you people? Are you okay?"
On the phone, Boss laughed for no reason and said, "Yunfeng, I'm a little far away now. Is Song Laosi dead?"
"No, I don't know, he may be dead or alive!" I stammered.
"What a pity, he didn't go in?"
"No, he exploded as soon as he reached the door! Damn it, the mushroom farmer is dead!"
"Hey..." I heard Baotou sigh and say, "It's a pity. I wish I could blow up Song Si this time."
"That mushroom farmer, I've long expected that he might be a hidden danger."
"Yunfeng, listen, we have to remove ourselves. If something happens, it has nothing to do with us."
"We have an alibi. Master Li did everything. Master Li himself agrees with this."
"I know...I know the clue."
On the phone, the sound of a lighter rang.
With a low voice, he continued: "Let's start. I have made seven plans to deal with them. As long as two of them succeed, all the Song brothers will be finished."
"That leader, what should this group of people do now? They are going to carry Mr. Song down the mountain!"
