Chapter 46 Damn it! How to end it after your head gets hot?
The man in the black trench coat and the man in the shirt both feel the same at the moment.
It felt like I had seen a ghost!
When they finished the transaction and were about to retreat and leave.
The grandson fell from the sky, smashed through the roof of the cargo container, and fell into the middle of the two parties.
The man in the shirt looked at Fang Ran falling from the sky, his eyes twitched, and then he looked at the broken roof of the container.
Damn it! That’s made of iron! It’s made of iron! It’s made of iron, right!!
The man in the shirt roared crazily in his heart. At this moment, he wanted to grab the collar of the man next to him and shout!
Where did this grandson come from?
The man in black had a similar feeling. He and all his men in black trench coats all pulled out guns, some pointed at Fang Ran, and some pointed at the man in the shirt.
At the same time, he was rapidly thinking about the situation at the moment.
In his mind, at this time, he would not be surprised even if the other party pulled out a gun and started shooting after the transaction was over, and turned against him and refused to recognize him. In his experience, there were not too many such things, and it was precisely from this kind of experience that he
I came through experience.
But the situation at this moment made the gang boss a little confused.
Just smash the cargo box and someone will fall out.
What kind of number is this!?
Although he was confused, it didn't stop him from taking out his gun and being on guard.
Both parties became nervous, pointing their guns at each other's heads, and partly at Fangran's head.
The atmosphere suddenly became silent.
Because no one knows how to speak, and no one wants to speak first!
The man in the shirt and the man in the black windbreaker were both fiercely pulling out their Desert Eagles and Colt M2000s and pointing at each other's heads, with expressions like "You're actually playing tricks", thinking that this was a means of arrangement by the other party!
The atmosphere is chilling, the muzzle is warmed up, and the smoke seems about to break out!
"Uh... um... good evening... late... good evening?"
However, at this damn moment, a funny man spoke tremblingly in an attempt to ease the awkward atmosphere.
Swish! Swish!
The two of them pointed their guns at Fangran at the same time!
"your people?"
"Did you send me here?"
The two spoke at the same time, and then looked at each other with a hint of surprise.
But at this moment, Fangran was almost crying.
Damn it!
What's going on!
He wanted to slap himself twice in the face.
This pit is not deep yet, this pit is simply extremely deep!
Who the hell is going to tell me that I just missed my footing and ended up in this situation where I was being pointed at gunpoint by two gangs of gangsters!
"What's going on? It's not someone you sent?"
The man in black trench coat asked coldly, and at the same time pointed the gun at Fangran's head.
Damn it, bro, can you stay away from me with that thing in your hand? And this damn outfit of yours, is that fucking cosplay of Gin!? Are the people behind you hired by you?
A winery employee!?
"I'm still wondering, are they the people you sent?"
The man in the shirt also asked with a sneer and an unhappy expression.
Damn it! I wasn’t sent here by anyone, I just didn’t put my fucking foot firmly on it! By the way, if you don’t sleep well in the middle of the night, what are you doing in such a shameful place?
When the two bosses were negotiating, Fangran, who was so nervous that he turned into a complaining machine, was complaining crazily in his mind.
"Fangran! Fangran!!"
At this critical moment, Ling's anxious voice sounded in Fangran's mind!
"Stay there! Stay there!!!"
Fangran quickly responded to her vaguely.
"Are you okay! Great! Come up quickly! I noticed someone seems to be moving nearby!"
Ling said to Fang Ran with an extremely anxious voice, very worried about Fang Ran's situation.
certainly...
This is all pretended by Ling.
From the night network to the Internet, to the local network, to a suspicious encrypted communication, Ling learned about the 'deal' between these two groups tonight, and then...
hehe.
it is more than words.
Of course, Fangran didn't know it at this moment. His cute power bank had planned it again, and this time it finally succeeded in tricking him.
At this time, Fang Ran was thinking with tears streaming down his face.
My aunt, it doesn't look like someone is acting here. The gun of the criminal is almost hitting my head.
"What! Hey! You're surrounded!? Damn it!"
Ling continued to perfectly portray the image of a friend who was worried about her friend's crisis, and spoke anxiously.
"No! I don't have enough strength, so you can only rely on yourself!"
Ling lied seriously.
"What!?"
Fangran was dumbfounded, looking at the narrow cargo container passage, with people on both sides blocking the entrances on both sides, and everyone was guarding each other with guns raised!
Axi, please tell me how to solve this situation by myself!
Ling floated above the container, threw it through the big hole made by Fangran, and looked at the form inside.
data space.
Ling crossed her legs and the skirt of the goth group was hanging in the air. She looked at Fangran's critical situation and laughed like a little devil:
"What will you do this time?"
"This time, I will definitely force you to reveal your true colors!"
That's right, according to Ling's character, how could it be possible to cultivate Fangran honestly and step by step.
Ling has always believed that only by practicing in real situations can people grow.
If not, he would be as useless as Fang Ran, that idiot who only knows how to memorize words and never does any questions, so he has failed Level 4 so far.
And this method is also one of Ling's methods to explore Fangran's true face.
"Boy! Who are you!"
At this time, the bosses of the two parties had already confirmed that Fang Ran was not someone sent by either of them. Of course, they both felt that if the other party sent someone, they would not send such a turtle grandson in such a funny way.
FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!
It’s over!!
Fangran broke into a cold sweat because of nervousness and didn't know how to answer.
This was the first time in his life that he had seen a real gun.
It was the first time I saw such a vicious villain.
He is now having difficulty breathing and has forgotten the built-in defense of the silver-broken dragon tooth in his hand.
"You brat, let me ask you something!!!"
The man in the shirt cursed, raised the butt of his gun and hit Fangran directly on the head!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! From high in the sky, Ling frowned when she saw the man in the shirt hitting Fang Ran with his pistol without mercy.
A force of thought protected Fangran's head without leaving a trace, but Ling hesitated.
Then slowly dispersed.
boom!!
After the shot hit, Fangran felt a severe headache attack him, and he fell to the ground in a miserable state.
pain!
It hurts!
His consciousness was a little scattered, so he instinctively grasped the Silver Broken Dragon Fang.
Some kind of grievance and some kind of ferocity spread in his heart.
I felt as unwilling and aggrieved as when I was bullied a long time ago when I was a child.
There was also a touch of anger that he had almost forgotten.
The man in the shirt had a ferocious look on his face. He looked at Fangran who didn't intend to speak, and cursed in a low voice, just as he was planning to teach him a lesson.
Suddenly a flower bloomed in front of my eyes!
The figure who was hit by him stood up at some point!
He grabbed his own neck and smashed himself against the side wall of the container. The unknown silver weapon in his hand was already pointed at his face!
"Varied....!!"
The man in the shirt looked at the sudden figure in horror, and even dropped the gun with trembling hands.
Because the hand holding his neck gradually became stronger!
and...
The calm eyes of the black-haired young man in front of him made his hair stand on end!
"do not move!!"
"Don't move!!"
"Let go of the boss!"
Swish!! Swish!! Swish!!
All the guns were pointed at Fangran, who was suddenly violent.
He held the broken silver dragon tooth in his hand. The man in the shirt in front of him had panic and fear on his face. He looked at the black-haired young man with a stern look and said sharply:
"You'd better let me go!"
Fangran was squeezing his neck, pointing at his heart with silver dragon teeth. Fangran's expression at this moment could not be seen clearly in the dark cargo box due to the dimness of the flashlight.
The harsh words of the man in the shirt not only did not make him flinch, but instead aroused his ferocity even more.
I really want to insert the broken silver dragon's teeth into his heart and hear what else he can say.
kill him.
kill him.
You are no longer an ordinary person.
kill him.
no problem.
And he is a bad guy who sells drugs.
It doesn't matter if such a person dies, right?
Thoughts sprouted, and a kind of madness and darkness that he had never dared to imagine filled his heart.
The hand on the man in the shirt's neck was getting harder and harder, and the man in the shirt could feel it. The eyes of the black-haired young man who was restraining him were getting lower and lower, dangerous.
but,
at this time.
Suddenly, the death forms of all the people he had 'killed' yesterday appeared before his eyes, even the bloody Si Ai.
After being silent for a second at the situation pointed at by the gun, he let out a breath slowly. His eyes were no longer sharp, and Fangran returned to the same Fangran, with the corners of his mouth twitching as he looked around at the moment.
Damn it! It jumped out when my brain got hot, this is great!
How should I end this time...
***The author has something to say***
Ah, tomorrow is Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, full classes from 8 a.m. to 9 p.m. It’s really not easy for the author. Please don’t blame me. I can only update once a day recently.
In the past few days, I have to write about tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow. I’m really tired...
This book has not been accumulated in the author's mind for a long time. Many of the plots are just what I thought of. I tried my best to not collapse this or that, but also have an interesting plot. Alas,
The collection has not increased, and the results are not good without recommendation. It is really difficult for the author to persist. Oh, by the way, if...
If I try my best to write another chapter today, will there be new book review recommendations, collections and rewards? (Note: I hope we can win)