Tang Botu ran wildly all the way. He was a tall man, more than 1.80 meters tall, with strong and strong legs. However, his physical coordination was a bit lacking and his running was a little smooth. His expression when running was difficult to understand, because His mouth opened wide, and he didn't know why.
"Uu,,uhu."
At the crossroads, Han Dayan jumped out unhurriedly and made a sound like a donkey, indicating to Tang Botu that he could stop his hooves.
"Uh-huh."
Tang Botu was stunned when he saw Han Dayan. He was silent for less than a second and turned around to run back.
"tread……."
Li Hao jogged and got stuck behind.
When the three of them met, Tang Botu backed away, leaned against the wall next to him, and asked breathlessly: "Who do you belong to?"
"You black people should be the best runners in the world. Why are you so stupid? You can run two steps and still walk smoothly. The most hateful thing is that even if I take two steps, I can't even run." The old immortal also said. Jumped out of the flower bed.
Except for Jin Beibei who was watching the screenwriter, the four of us surrounded Tang Botu beside the path. On the left was a four-story building, I don’t know what it was for, on the right was a flower bed, and in front and behind was a path that could only be walked. .
Tang Botu pressed his back against the wall and looked at the four of us. He was silent for three seconds, then suddenly clasped his fists and said loudly: "You heroes, can you please report yourself and head on?"
When the four of us heard this, we were stunned for five seconds.
"What is he talking about?" Lao Xian blinked his ignorant eyes and asked in confusion.
"Maybe it's African." I thought about it and felt a little confused.
"Wait a minute, this guy doesn't speak human language. I'll call the screenwriter and ask him to be the translator." The old immortal turned around and started to leave.
"Oh shit, I didn't realize that you are still a green forest hero. Not only are you arrogant, but you also speak arrogant words." Han Dayan finally reacted.
"This is our leader." Han Dayan pointed at me and replied, and then continued: "We are from Waiha, and we have been entrusted by others to get something from you."
"What do you mean?" the old immortal asked, not understanding.
"He asked us to sign up. I said Nan Nan is the boss. We are from outside and were entrusted by others to get something from him." Han Dayan replied casually.
"Fellow heroes, can you please retaliate and head on?" Tang Botu glanced at us, held his fists, and wrote another sentence in ink.
"Won't I report it to you head on?" Han Dayan asked blankly.
"Hero, can you please report me head on?" Tang Botu continued to ask.
"You have a fucking cassette tape."
"Brother, actually I know this sentence."
"You idiot, beat him up." Lao Xian shouted and was the first to rush over.
We swarmed forward, blocked Tang Botu against the wall, and gave him a slap in the face. He started to resist vigorously, but his strength was not as strong as Han Dayan's, and his skills were far behind Li Hao's, and his fierceness could not be compared. Lao Xian, the last person to be cured in the mental hospital, was so handsome that I could torture him completely with just one foot, so he had almost nothing to struggle with.
"Oh, God, don't fucking hit me. Your face has been stepped on by me. Don't step on your face." Tang Botu shouted while lying on the ground.
"Don't fucking scream, it hurts silently." Lao Xian shook his head and scolded fiercely.
"If you fight again, I'll fucking eat the USB flash drive, Sadap, stop, stop." Tang Botu didn't know when he had the USB flash drive in his mouth, dancing and tearing at us, shouting.
"Stop, stop for five minutes."
I immediately waved my hand.
At this moment, Tang Botu was sitting on the ground. This was the first time I looked at him head-on and up close. I have a very low level of discernment in the appearance of Africans. In my eyes, they all look similar, but this Tang Botu is very different. Features.
If I have to describe his characteristics, it would be that his nostrils are extremely large. If a normal person can insert a finger, then he can completely create a new sexual service called nose. pay.
But at this time, having big nostrils is not a good thing, because at this moment, blood is flowing out of his nostrils at two to three times the speed of ordinary people. The wool rolls are also making big waves, and his thick lips are dripping on his teeth. A trace of blood.
"Here, spit it out on the USB flash drive, I won't hit you anymore." I said with a frown.
"If you lie to people, you Chinese will all lie to you."
"I will fucking cheat again, and I didn't go to another country to cheat. Take it out immediately." I continued to scold.
At this moment, I feel a little confused. Tang Botu is a foreigner, and the consequences will definitely be very troublesome. Besides, in this matter, if I have to choose someone to hate, then it is not Tang Botu, because in this matter, he Except that there is nothing wrong with cheating money, there is nothing wrong with anything else. What is wrong are the Chinese who took the troublesome photos, and what is wrong are the compatriots who helped Tang Botu and deceived his own compatriots.
But I am not a judge, and I have no right to judge who is right or wrong. After taking Feng Dong’s money, I have to help Feng Dong handle the matter.
"Well, Chinese brothers, you see we are all gangsters, don't kill them all..."
"Snapped."
The old immortal lightly slapped Tang Botu on the face with his small mouth, and then he bared his teeth and said, "You are so stupid, can you stop dragging me?"
"Ok, Ok, look, this USB flash drive is of no use to me anymore. If you don't find me today, I'm going to run away. If you don't believe me, look, I have my passport and I've bought the air tickets. "Tang Botu took out his passport and air ticket from his pocket.
I glanced at it and it felt like it was true, because Tang Botu couldn't have known in advance that we were going to find him, or else he wouldn't have been so stupid as to come and take one hundred thousand yuan.
"I can give you the USB flash drive. You let me go. I like beautiful China. The girls here inexplicably like foreigners, so this place is more suitable for me. I don't know when I will come back. Let's make friends." Maybe I can still help you." Tang Botu started to lie.
"His identity is a bit complicated. If he does it, he will easily get into trouble. If he is caught, we will bring him to the International Court of Justice, and there will be no room for reasoning." Han Dayan muttered to me in an exaggerated but reasonable manner. One sentence.
"What I was told is that just getting the USB disk back is not enough." I looked at Tang Botu and said.
He was silent for a while after hearing this, blinked, and stared at the four of us.
…
At around ten o'clock in the evening, downstairs of a community in Baoding, Hebei Province, the man in the photo was strolling downstairs to meet a screenwriter friend.
"Snapped."
The flames of the lighter were flying wildly. The handsome young man, who looked very energetic, took a deep breath of Yellow Crane Tower, took out his phone, and was about to call the screenwriter.
"do not move,."
A gloomy voice sounded from behind, and something hard pressed against the young handsome boy's waist. Then the man behind him kicked forward with his right foot, grabbed his neck and pulled him back.
"Pfft."
The young man was holding a cigarette and fell to the ground.
"Uh-huh."
A gleaming hammer was taken out of a canvas bag.
"Brother, what are you going to do?"
The young man looked at a figure walking towards him carrying the hammer.
"Close your eyes."
Behind him, the figure holding him down covered his eyes with his hands.
"Bang,."
The hammer fell without warning and hit the young man's right knee.
"Crack,."
"ah,."
The young man's body suddenly jumped up, and the figure behind him put his knee directly on his neck, suppressing him roughly.
"Bang."
"Crack."
The second blow of the hammer followed closely. This time the young man was halfway through shouting when his neck twisted and he passed out. The strong man holding the hammer stood up and kicked the young man's right leg.
"Crack."
The young man's right leg suddenly bent inwards strangely.
"Gone, gone."
Han Dayan put away the hammer and Li Hao followed the dead end of the community, climbed over the wall, and ran away.
A few minutes later, a GL8 drove towards the expressway in Beijing. Before entering the expressway, another scream came from the car. A few seconds later, a figure was thrown from the car.
…
Early the next morning, we entered downtown Beijing and saw Feng Dong at a certain street intersection.
"Bang."
I opened Fengdong's car door and stepped up.
"for you."
I took out the USB flash drive and handed it over directly, and added: "I didn't read it, the screenwriter directly called the people inside."
"Yeah." Feng Dong smoked a cigarette and nodded.
"Wow."
I pulled off the plastic bag from my waist and opened it immediately. There was a smell of blood inside, and I could vaguely see that there were two fingers inside.
"This is the best I can do. His identity is a bit sensitive." I said.
"What are you bringing back?" Feng Dong glanced briefly, then frowned.
"One code equals another, I have to show you how your money is spent." I said slowly.
"Snapped."
Feng Dong took the last puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt out of the window, and then took out a bank card from his pocket, with a note under the card.
"The money and address are here. The house is rented for three months. You can go and stay for a while first." Feng Dong looked at me and said slowly.
"Thanks."
I took the money and address without hesitation.
"...From now on... try to have as little contact as possible with Peter Lee." Feng Dong said while dragging his chin.
"I understand, I won't tell him anything else, just let him think that I'm fine just being here with you." I thought for a moment and said seriously.
"Okay, trouble."
"You're welcome."
"Hong, go down and drive the car away." Feng Dong said to Brother Hong.
"The car is cleaned up, so I'll leave first." I opened the car door and said.
"See you later." Feng Dong stretched out his hand.
"Haha." I smiled lightly and shook hands with him.
Immediately, I got out of the car without any nostalgia, took Lao Xian, Jin Beibei, Li Hao, and Han Dayan and left directly, leaving GL8 behind.
In the car.
"These people are quite impressive," Brother Hong said.
"Whatever it is, I don't need them. You go drive and let's go back." Feng Dong sighed, finished speaking slowly, opened the car door and walked out.
…
After a short recuperation here for less than a month, we once again lost our "jobs", but there was an extra 500,000 yuan in the card. The 100,000 yuan belonged to Sir Wei, and the other 400,000 yuan was from the title of Fengdong. He gave an extra 100,000 yuan. To be precise, this money is not for me, but for Pete Lee.