Chapter Two Hundred and Seventeen The Bloody Tunnel
The driver Xiaolu had studied the navigation quite thoroughly and planned the route very clearly, so the Grand Cherokee drove very fast and reached the edge of the city in less than fifteen minutes.
"Go back?"
Xiaolu asked without looking back.
"I'll make a call."
Wei Guang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, replied, then took out his phone and dialed Brother Zhuang's cell phone.
"What's going on?" Brother Zhuang asked casually.
"The person is in hand." Wei Guang replied.
"Very good, I'll wait for you at the exit of the national highway," Brother Zhuang thought for a moment and replied slowly.
"Come here too." Wei Guang frowned slightly.
"Everyone happens to be here, and I want to take a look at Fazi. Let's go over and take a quick look." Brother Zhuang explained.
"All right."
Wei Guang didn't say much. He hung up the phone after answering, and then said: "Go to the entrance of the national highway."
"Yeah." The driver Xiaolu nodded.
As the car continued to drive, Wei Guang rolled down the window and lit a cigarette. He turned around and asked Han Dayan, who was silent, "You seem to be having a bad time these days."
"Haha, Fazi is too interested in me." Han Dayan returned with a smile.
"Do you know the result?" Wei Guang asked again.
"Invite me to dinner."
"Haha, you're so funny." Wei Guang smiled, then ignored Han Dayan, lying on the passenger seat and smoking leisurely.
Not far ahead, a half-kilometer tunnel appeared in front of everyone. There were two people sitting on each side of Han Dayan. He was sandwiched in the middle, with handcuffs on his hands and feet. He had almost no ability to move, but the one on the right Yang Zi still kept holding the five-round gun, aiming the gun at him intentionally or unintentionally.
"Relax, this business is actually quite simple. It can be summed up in six words: your mind must be steady and your hands must be ruthless," Han Dayan said to Yang Zi without saying anything.
"Shut your mouth." Yang Zi replied expressionlessly.
"Hey, how much money can you make if you work for someone?" Han Dayan smiled nonchalantly and continued to ask shamelessly.
"Earn a B from your grandma." Yang Zi was annoyed and picked up the handle of the gun and was about to hit Han Dayan on the head.
Han Dayan raised his arms instinctively.
"Bang."
The gun's handle hit his shoulder, and his body sank, his chest slumping against the passenger seat.
"Okay, stop poking at him, it sounds annoying." Wei Guang frowned and scolded.
"You're fucked, you have some skills." Yang Zi pointed his gun at Han Dayan's face and cursed.
"Fuck, you're acting like a fool. It's not serious or serious. Stop your feet." Han Dayan tilted his arms and cursed.
"Whoosh, bang bang."
The Grand Cherokee shot into the tunnel like an arrow from a bow, and its vision suddenly went dark.
"Turn on the headlights." Wei Guang said casually.
"This B has so much to do."
Yang Zi cursed, bent down and touched Han Dayan's ankle. Sure enough, his foot was stuck between the car seat and the glove box.
"Pull your feet back," Yang Zi shouted.
"It's so damn annoying. Don't do it until you go through the tunnel." Wei Guang flicked the cigarette butt along the car window and shouted.
Yang Zi immediately stood up and stopped moving. Han Dayan lay down behind the passenger seat in a weird posture, put two fingers of his right hand into the sleeve of his left hand, pulled out an extremely simple-looking key from under the strap of an inferior watch, and inserted it The keyhole of the handcuffs did not move, but the buttocks arched back.
"Don't fucking move." Yang Zi cursed.
"How can I not move if my fucking feet are fixed here?" Han Dayan shouted, and at the same time, he turned his left hand slightly, and the cuffs on the right side opened with a snap.
"Peng."
Yangzi picked up the handle of his gun and hit Han Dayan again. He stared at Han Dayan and asked, "Don't you understand people?"
"I can understand your mother's B."
Han Dayan moved his wrist and suddenly shouted angrily. Yang Zi and the other person beside him were stunned.
"Peng."
Han Dayan raised his left arm, which was still handcuffed, and turned around with an elbow, hitting the person on the left roughly in the face. The person's head was thrown back and hit the car window with a thud.
"flap."
Wei Guang sat up suddenly, and Yang Zi reacted instantly and raised the shotgun in the blink of an eye.
"Snapped."
At close range, Han Dayan accurately grasped the barrel of the five-shot gun with his right hand and pressed it hard towards the backrest. Because he used too much force and the five-shot gun was a bit old, the seamless steel tube had already softened. This pushed the diameter of the gun barrel a little bit, but it was this little bit that was the most critical.
"Hang, bang,."
Five consecutive shots were fired, but the bullets did not fire out, but exploded directly. The barrel of the gun was immediately broken into two sections, and the front end collapsed and flew to the rear windshield, creating a burst of spider patterns.
It was impossible to see how many fragments and steel balls exploded into the palm of Han Dayan's right hand in an instant, and some pieces completely penetrated the palm.
Han Dayan felt a coldness in his palms, followed by a burst of white smoke visible to the naked eye, followed by a burst of incomparable burning pain, because the steel balls and fragments were high-temperature at the moment they burst out.
"Hold,,."
Han Dayan gritted his teeth, took out the pistol from his waist with his left hand, raised his hand and pulled the trigger. At the same time, he leaned back because his feet were cuffed and he could not move freely.
"Puff, wow."
The bullet opened Yang Zi's skull in an instant, then penetrated and shattered the car glass. The blood dyed the car window red like splashed ink.
"Pfft."
The man on the left hit his head on the car glass and just as he reacted to grab a gun, Han Dayan's upper body was thrown upward and hit him. The two overlapped for an instant. Han Dayan stared at Wei Guang, who was also about to grab a gun. The muzzle of the gun was pressed forward, pressed against the man's right arm under the body, and the trigger was directly pulled.
"boom."
The strong man was shot in the arm, his body froze, and the arm holding the gun trembled. Before he could react, Han Dayan turned his back to him and put the gun on his chin, hooking his fingers.
"Plop, snap."
The bullet that penetrated the head at an angle hit the strong man's eyeballs and flew out.
"You got a B."
Wei Guang roared and raised his pistol. Han Dayan suddenly rushed forward and grabbed the handbrake with his palm. In a hurry on the small road, he intermittently pressed the brakes and tried to slow down, but the pulse speedometer still did not read 110.
"Hang."
"Squeak,,."
The gunshot rang out, and the tires suddenly died on the ground at the same time. The car body was knocked sideways for an instant and pushed forward diagonally. Wei Guang's body was turned with his back to the windshield, and his legs were in the air for an instant.
"Peng,,wow,."
A humanoid cannonball smashed the windshield and flew out.
"Puff-dong, plop-dong, dong-dong-dong."
Wei Guang flew out and rolled along the ground for six or seven meters before he stopped. His head was covered with blood and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
"Bang, bang, bang."
Because the front of the car was in disguise, it was directly stuck diagonally on the wall of the tunnel. The headlights, bumpers, and mechanical covers were crushed to pieces in an instant. Countless parts flew apart and slid less than three meters before the car body came to a complete stop.
The person he was driving on the small road wore a seat belt. Although he was a little dazed after being hit, he was still conscious. He shook his head vigorously and then turned around.
"Snapped."
Putting the pistol against Xiaolu's temple, Han Dayan gasped and said, "I'm telling you, your heart must be steady and your hands must be ruthless. Why don't you believe me?"
He was lying on the roof of the passenger seat. His handcuffed feet were locked under the glove box between the two rows of seats. His ankles were bleeding, but Han Dayan's body was almost intact. move,.
"You got a B."
Xiaolu cursed with blood pouring from his forehead.
"Fuck you, Mom, you scold me again." Han Dayan narrowed his eyes.
"It's your mother."
"boom,."
Han Dayan pulled the trigger without blinking. Xiaolu's body stiffened and he slumped down on the seat.
"What a mean mouth."
Han Dayan threw away the pistol, stood up with difficulty, looked for the cuff key under his feet, then picked it up, opened the handcuffs around his ankles, rested for less than ten seconds, gritted his teeth and stretched out his hands to tug on the path. After fussing for a long time, I moved Xiaolu to the passenger seat.
"Zi la la."
Han Dayan climbed onto the driver's seat and tried to start the car, but it didn't work for the first five times. Just when he was about to give up, he turned the key door and two puffs of black smoke came out of the exhaust pipe, and the car body started to tremble.
"This car has to carry the load."
Han Dayan gritted his teeth and said something, turned the steering wheel, and drove away without caring about Wei Guang's life or death on the ground.
"Hey, it's me."
In the car, Han Dayan used Xiaolu's mobile phone to call Fatty Dai.
"." Fatty Dai said nothing.
"You're a very particular person. I killed your brother, but you left me a way to live. No matter what, I'm still alive now and I've still killed several people. So I'll help you take care of the rest." "Yes, it's up to you whether you have money or not, but I won't go to that address if you give me it. We are not the same people. It's just a business, life or death. Let's just pretend we've never met." Han Dayan Said simply and neatly.
"."
Fatty Dai was silent for another five seconds, and then hung up the phone.
"Crack."
Han Dayan casually threw his cell phone on the passenger seat, and then rushed to the exit of the national highway as fast as he could, because he wanted to meet Lin Hengfa and asked in vain, why am I pretending not to know anything? Now, you still have to kill me.
How much hatred, how much hatred.
Han Dayan, who has a small belly, has his own set of rules. Fatty Dai left him a gun, a pair of keys, and six rounds of bullets in the Nokia box, giving him a chance to fight. No matter what the reason was for Dai Fatty, he For doing this, Han Dayan felt a little grateful.
This is also the reason why when he opened the Nokia box and clearly saw the pistol, he did not choose to kill me or hold me hostage and left immediately.