Chapter Seven Seven Eight A shovel flattening the east wind (plus 1)
The entrance of the freight station.
"Bang, bang bang,."
Four or five young men grabbed Xiaotao's clothes and kicked her one after another. Her face was sullen.
"Do you still want money? Fuck you. Grandpa."
"Bang."
"You're still looking at me sideways."
"Bang."
Everyone was scolding and kicking Xiaotao, all of them very harshly.
Five seconds later.
"Ouch,."
A scream suddenly broke out from the crowd, and one of the young men jumped up immediately, then covered his ankles and shouted: "Grass, mud, horse, you are a dog, bite me."
While everyone was stunned, Xiao Tao rolled around on the ground. He couldn't tell the direction, and his back hit the pile of debris at the door. He picked up a shovel without even looking at the other person. People suddenly turned around with the sound of breaking wind.
"Hula la."
The crowd dispersed, and a young man looked at Xiao Tao, curled his lips, lowered his head, pointed at his head and said: "Fuck you, Mom, you still have a shovel, what are you going to do? Kill someone, come on. , you cut it and I’ll take a look.”
"Pfft,."
Before she could finish her words, Xiao Tao struck out with a shovel and chopped off the young man's head. At that time, the man fell to the ground. The remaining people were stunned when they looked at Xiao Tao.
"You Nazis who are active in our country, I will do it all for you on behalf of communism."
Xiaotao roared while scratching his neck, stopped talking at all, and did the same thing he always heard from his father at home, and then started to fight with a shovel.
"Grass, mud, horse, if you dare to fight back, just wait for me. Don't go too far, Niu B."
The boy who was lying down after being fucked by Xiao Tao with a shovel suddenly stood up, covered his head that was full of blood, squinted his glasses, looked at Xiao Tao through the flowing blood, left a vicious sentence, and then led the others. Ran
Only fifteen minutes later, seven or eight cars parked at the door of the compound of the distribution station. There were rental cars, private cars, and half-full trucks.
"Hula la."
In the blink of an eye, nearly thirty people rushed in carrying pickaxe handles, crowbars, and knives with murderous intent. The young man who was hit on the head with a shovel had his head wrapped in clothes and was walking at the center of the crowd. In front of him, he pointed at Xiaotao sitting on the sand and said, "That's him, he did it for me."
The second battle started immediately. A group of young people with head injuries, nearly thirty people in total, including workers in overalls, drivers with white gloves, and a young man who looked like a gangster, immediately picked up the guy, Pounce directly on the peach on the sand.
This battle can be called a classic battle in the world of gangsters. In the days to come, it will be mythical and rumored.
Seeing the opponent rushing over, Xiao Tao immediately grabbed the shovel and faced it. Without taking a step back, she rushed directly to the center where the crowd was densest.
The two sides came into contact three seconds later. At least six or seven people on the other side raised their weapons at the same time and rushed directly towards Xiaotao to hit him.
"Whoosh,,."
Xiaotao was one meter away and lifted up the shovel.
"Bang."
At least two pickaxe handles hit Xiaotao's shoulders or arms.
"Pfft, pfft."
At the same time, the shovel blade was also swept across everyone. The two people at the front were directly cut open in the chest. The shockingly large gash was less than half a finger long from the neck.
It was obvious that Xiaotao wanted to rub a shovel into her neck.
"Hula la."
The people behind them stopped for a moment, and the people in the first row instinctively took a step back. Immediately, at least two or three of the thirty people were scratched by their own weapons with weapons.
"Pfft. Chi."
After Xiaotao finished working with one shovel, he chopped the second shovel vertically without any thought, and instantly struck a person's temple diagonally, and blood spurted out two or three times.
"Fuck you."
The people behind turned around and ran, running towards the entrance of the courtyard. At this time, Xiao Tao rushed into the center of the crowd, holding a shovel in his hand. In the blink of an eye, he chopped three or four people. Then the crowd dispersed and ran in all directions.
The fight lasted just ten seconds. There were more than thirty people on the other side, all with weapons in their hands, but two of them hit Xiao Tao, and they deliberately avoided the attacks at vital positions, while Xiao Tao suffered a blow. After being hit twice, he was not hurt at all and continued to chase the beaten group like a German shepherd.
The two parties quickly left the yard of the cargo station, with Xiao Tao chasing after him. He didn't chase anyone else, but just stared at the injured young man who came over. There were sparks and lightning all the way, holding the shovel high and running. The injured young man was repeatedly slapped on the back of his head.
The young man ran down the street twice, and Xiao Tao was still chasing him. But can a normal person outrun a mentally ill person? The young man was already a little exhausted at this moment, but Xiao Tao was fine. He didn't stick out his tongue and continued to chase fiercely.
Thirty seconds later, the young man's legs were sore and numb, and he was about to lie down on the ground, waiting to be fucked, when he suddenly saw a police car parked on the side of the road in front of him, and he ran over without hesitation.
"Bang."
The young man opened the car door and sat down on the lap of the co-pilot policeman in shock.
"What the hell are you doing."
The policeman was playing with his mobile phone. He was so frightened by such a sudden attack that he suddenly frowned and cursed.
"He wants to kill me."
The young man refused to get out of the car. Through the windshield, he pointed at Xiao Tao who had just chased him and said to the police.
"Bang."
The policeman who was driving frowned and pushed open the car door. He had a pistol on his waist that he didn't know if it had bullets. He pointed at Xiaotao and yelled: "Put down the shovel."
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Xiaotao looked sideways at the policeman, his shawl hair slightly messy. After the policeman shouted, he didn't resist at all. He just put the shovel on the ground, and then squatted down on the spot with his head in his hands.
"Fuck, when I look at it, you have practiced."
The policeman was stunned. He saw Xiao Tao's standard posture and said something in admiration. Then he took off the handcuffs from his waist and put them on him directly. However, Xiao Tao did not resist from the beginning to the end. He lowered his head and did not dare to move.
The police didn't know that Xiao Tao was mentally ill, but people who knew that Xiao Tao was mentally ill would definitely be very strange if they saw this scene, and they couldn't help but wonder if this person raised by B was actually a lunatic.
If he is a lunatic, then why does he still hold his head and not resist when he sees the police?
If he is not, then he takes a shovel and goes to someone's neck to fuck someone when there is no enmity between the two parties. Is this what a normal person can do?
Sometimes, human nature is really hard to understand.
However, Xiao Tao, a mentally ill person, became famous in Dongfeng for this kind of thing.
In the next few days, all the gangsters will be talking about a hero in red trousers who can calm the east wind with a shovel.