"Run!" The ant yelled at the top of his lungs, turning around and looking in horror at where Liu Ziguang was trying to run. But he was kicked to the ground by Liu Ziguang in time. Tears and snot flowed from the boy's nose in pain, but he still ran in the direction of Wang Wenjun desperately.
He shouted: "Run! Run!" The voice was full of despair and crying, and it echoed in the sky above Hachazi.
Wang Wenjun ran away without looking back. He was very familiar with the terrain of Hechazi and ran very fast. Liu Ziguang didn't chase him. He just mentioned the ants and followed him slowly, leaving Wang Wenjun's parents who were shocked and overwhelmed and stood there.
stay.
Wang Wenjun walked on a flat surface in the Hechazi slum, which was littered with debris. He was so agile and agile that he often jumped over a large number of obstacles and quickly ran out and ran up the high river embankment.
As soon as he ran up to both sides of the river embankment, several people pounced on Wang Wenjun and held him down. The trapped beast still managed to break free, but he was kicked in the face by someone wearing a size 44 3515 cruiser eight-inch steel-toe 6 combat boots.
When Wang Wenjun saw a big gap on his forehead, he was stunned and fell down. Then several sharp samurai swords were stretched out and placed on his neck.
Wang Wenjun was only unconscious for half a minute before he woke up and shook the blood on his face. The two frightened and helpless faces in front of him were his good friends Pihou and Ant. There were several cars parked on the wide embankment and a dozen murderous men.
There are sharp knives in the left and right hands.
Why did people come to him? Wang Wenjun knew very well that the day before yesterday, Pihou and Ant came to him and complained that they were beaten by people from Gaotupo for stealing a car. Brother Shengli was unwilling to come forward. At that time, Wang Wenjun was annoyed and said that he would not stand up for his younger brother.
What a big brother, Ma Shengli is just a coward. If he wants to avoid being bullied, he has to take revenge himself!
In the Mechanical Vocational High School, Wang Wenjun only has two friends, Pi Hou and Ant. The family conditions of the three of them are relatively poor. No one laughs at the so-called "shared destiny". The current employment environment is so tight that even college students can't find a job, not to mention these vocational high school students.
I didn't learn any skills in school. Applying for jobs in factories outside is worse than migrant workers. For high school seniors like them, being a gangster is almost the only way out.
So the three of them all told Brother Shengli that they were working in the underworld. In fact, they were just messing around, thieves and thieves. They got into fights and went to an Internet cafe and thought they were gangsters. They were even thousands of miles away from the real underworld. So,
When Pihou and Ant had an accident, Brother Shengli didn't even dare to let go. Instead, Wang Wenjun was furious and immediately said that he was going to kill Xiaobei in Gaotupo to avenge his brother.
The most arrogant brats of seventeen or eighteen years old, who have no idea what fear is. They can do anything when their brains get hot. It doesn’t matter what they do. The big brother who is famous on the road can still stab him, but they are afraid that if something is done, they will get revenge.
The monkey and the ant were just like this, but Wang Wenjun seemed to be born with no fear, and still stared at the shining blade with his eyes wide open.
The boy was still wearing that little windbreaker and jeans. The clothes were very fashionable, but the quality was very poor. It could be seen that the cuffs and collar had been worn for a long time. Perhaps he was born in a poor family and had only this one piece of clothing that could be worn on the stage. His chest felt violently.
The blood on his undulating forehead braved the morning sun and shone on his eighteen-year-old face, which was pale and blood-red.
The sun was suddenly blocked, and a dark figure stood in front of him. The sun was rimmed with gold on his body. The man squatted down and stared at Wang Wenjun and asked, "Did you stab Bei Xiaoshuai?"
Wang Wenjun's eyes were covered with blood flowing from his forehead. He tried his best to open his eyes, bit his lips and nodded stubbornly.
"Why stab someone?"
"Because he bullied my brother!"
"Do you know the consequences of doing this?" the man asked.
"One person should do things one by one. Don't make it difficult for my brothers and family. I will explain it to you!" The young man was still so stubborn that he didn't even frown when he fell into the hands of his enemies.
"Let him go." Liu Ziguang stood up and the sunlight once again occupied Wang Wenjun's sight. He squinted and felt that the hand holding him had loosened, and then he threw a white sheath sword in front of him.
"Let me see how you can give me an explanation." The voice sounded again.
Wang Wenjun climbed up with difficulty, picked up the long knife, took a deep breath and said to his two friends with tearful eyes: "Skin Monkey Ant helps me take care of my parents." Then without any hesitation, he picked up the white sheath knife and turned the blade upside down to stab his own.
chest.
Blood spurted out, but the blade only stopped half an inch deep into the flesh. Wang Wenjun's hand holding the knife was pinched by the other hand. It was the big brother who took the lead.
"You're a smart boy, so let's do it." Liu Ziguang pulled out the white sheath knife from Wang Wenjun's chest, took out a white square scarf from his pocket, stuffed it on his wound and said, "You two, come and hold it!"
Pihou and Ant hurried over to help Wang Wenjun press his wound. The three of them watched helplessly as these vicious gangsters put away their guys, got into the car and left.
Several cars drove away, and there were only three hesitant teenagers looking at each other on the empty river embankment. Is this the end of the matter?
The scenes in the speeding car reappeared in Liu Ziguang's mind one after another:
The tall man who collected rags was stooped and introduced his son's certificate to Liu Ziguang with all his family treasures. When he talked about his son, walking among the streets and alleys of the city, there was a kind of sacred pride on his face, which had always been humble and humble.
"Wenjun has studied well since he was a child. Although he did not go to a key high school, he did go to a vocational high school. He is the most knowledgeable and promising son in our family. His mother is not healthy and we will all depend on this son for the future."
When he said this, Wang Wenjun's mother leaned against the door, coughing and smiling. At this moment, Liu Ziguang understood that this son was the hope of their family and all their hope for a happy future life.
"Brother Guang, Brother Guang." It was Xuanzi who was driving the car who woke Liu Ziguang out of his memories.
"Is this the end of it? What should I do about Xiaobei's injury?"
"Oh, the hospital called me just now. The military thorn was inserted between the heart and lungs. It didn't damage the organs. It just poked a transparent hole and didn't produce much blood. It's fine."
"Great!" Xuanzi was so excited that he honked the horn and the car honked unscrupulously.
"That's not right, Brother Guang, even if Xiaobei is fine, he can't let these boys go. Otherwise, how will we be able to get along in society in the future? Even a little ruffian can come up and stab him. This is not a precedent." Xuanzi said very dissatisfied.
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Liu Ziguang said: "Who said we should let them go? I think that kid has talent, so let him go first. I can let them go. The police won't let them go. This is intentional injury and will be prosecuted. If I guessed correctly,
If so, the police are already here."
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Three minutes after Liu Ziguang and the others left, Wang Wenjun's parents also supported each other and climbed up the river embankment. When they saw their son's chest was bright red, they started to cry. Wang Wenjun's wound was very shallow, just a skin injury. He waved his hands and said, "Mom, I'm fine."
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Pihou and Ant helped Wang Wenjun stand up and were about to go to the hospital. Suddenly, a Grand Cherokee drove over and several men in plain clothes jumped out of the car. They showed their IDs and said, "The police will come with us."
The middle-aged couple could only watch helplessly as their son and his friend were handcuffed by the police, put into a police car, and driven away in a whimpering manner. They were speechless and could only burst into tears. What on earth was going on? The son who had always been honest was actually provoked.
Such a big sin.
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After the operation in the surgical ward of the municipal hospital, Bei Xiaoshuai has been transferred here. He has woken up a long time ago. His body is covered with bandages and he is having sex with the nurse. Suddenly, the door of the ward is pushed open by a group of arrogant men.
It was none other than Liu Ziguang who walked in.
"Xiao Bei, I told you that you can't do anything." Liu Ziguang laughed and stepped forward to pull Bei Xiaoshuai up from the bed and gave him a bear hug. Bei Xiaoshuai hissed and gasped: "Brother, please be gentle.
I'll let someone poke a transparent hole."
"Xiaoshuai, you are the perfect Xiaoqiang who belongs to Xingya." Xuanzi also came up and punched Bei Xiaoshuai, and everyone burst into laughter.
Bei Xiaoshuai pulled out a 38 gun from under the bed and stabbed it. He smacked his lips and said: "Tsk tsk, it's a rare thing. It's a real Japanese 30-year-old gun sword with a three-ring mark. It was produced by the Tokyo Kokura Factory in the early years of fighting.
There are so many Red Guards in the machinery factory that today’s gangsters don’t play this anymore. I didn’t expect to encounter this thing, haha.”
Liu Ziguang said: "Xiao Bei, you should have a better memory after receiving this stab. From now on, you should act like a boss and stop doing second-hand things to those 17 or 18-year-old brats."
Bei Xiaoshuai looked at them dismissively: "When Mao gets better, I'll start with my brothers and go and wipe out the Mechanical Vocational High School. I'll definitely beat them up. What happened to Brother Guang's boys? Are they useless?"
Liu Ziguang shook his head and said, "Why don't you take my words into your head at all? Fighting and killing are low-level methods. You have to learn to use your brain."
"Okay, okay, Brother Guang, I understand." Bei Xiaoshuai lay on the hospital bed.
"Those three boys are all hard-working children. Their family conditions are very poor. Especially the boss who dared to stab his brothers for his own good. This boss is quite capable. If I'm not wrong, he has already entered the game. Now I'll give you two."
The first way is to find someone to arrange for him to be beaten half a** in the detention center and then sentenced to seven or eight years. Or if you can let him go a lot, you may have a loyal younger brother in the future."
Bei Xiaoshuai was stunned for a long time and said, "I'll think about this carefully."