The wind whistled in the wilderness, and the moon hid behind the thick clouds. There were no street lights on the dirt road in the countryside, only the Accord's headlights illuminated everything.
The four young men gathered around her in a fan shape. The small apples in their hands shone with cold light. In this case, there was no need for any nonsense and they just did it. There was also a lively beauty in the car waiting for everyone to enjoy.
The four people swarmed up. Liu Ziguang calmly faced the opponent and kicked out two of them. He squatted down holding his crotch and his facial features were twisted in pain. The third person came towards him with a dagger, but Liu Ziguang snatched it with his hand and stabbed him with a small knife.
The pain on the opponent's thigh made him scream out and fall to the ground. The last person ran away. Liu Ziguang caught up with him in two steps, kicked him over and hit his ankle bone. He stepped on it with a crack and the bone broke.
In less than ten seconds, they all were knocked over. Liu Ziguang got into the Highlander and picked up Wei Ziqian, who was like a drunk cat. He carried him on his shoulders and walked towards his car. Wei Ziqian, who was still unconscious, lay on Liu Ziguang's back.
The wind in the countryside flowed down like a beautiful waterfall like clouds. Wei Ziqian seemed to wake up a little and punched Liu Ziguang twice with his fist.
After throwing Wei Ziqian into the back seat, Liu Ziguang moved the car and left the scene. The four young men lying on the ground slowly got up and the one driving the car took out his cell phone and pressed a few numbers and said: "Xiao Bin, something happened to you.
Hurry up and bring someone over to help me block a car."
Liu Ziguang drove the fifth-generation Accord silently on the wide avenue. The streetlights on both sides swept back like flying. Wei Ziqian in the rearview mirror was twisting in his seat and tearing at his collar with one hand, as if he was thinking hotly*
*The tongue is still sticking out* and the lips are open as if they are very thirsty.
Suddenly, Wei Ziqian rushed forward, wrapped his hands around Liu Ziguang's neck, and breathed the alcohol-scented heat into his ears. In such a fragrant scene, Liu Ziguang was unmoved and drove the car calmly without slowing down at all. Suddenly, he suddenly
He turned the steering wheel and pushed Wei Ziqian to the back. The car suddenly braked and stopped beside the park in the middle of the street.
Liu Ziguang got out of the car with a cold face, opened the door and pulled Wei Ziqian out. He ignored her scratching and kicking, holding her under his arm and walked towards the fountain. When he got there, he threw Wei Ziqian in without any hesitation.
With a splash of water, Wei Ziqian's whole body was immediately soaked with cold water, and his groggy head sobered up a lot.
"Are you awake? If not, let's soak for a while." Liu Ziguang said coldly, lighting up a match and lighting up his cold face for an instant.
Wei Ziqian climbed out of the pool without saying a word, his head wet, his clothes soaked, and his curves exposed. This was the second time he was embarrassed in front of Liu Ziguang.
Wei Ziqian, whose hair was still dripping when the breeze blew, couldn't help but sneeze a few times and hugged his hands tightly, as if he was cold. Liu Ziguang shook his head and threw away the cigarette butt, took off his suit and put it on Wei Ziqian.
Wei Ziqian bit her lip tightly, neither rejecting nor thanking her. She just lowered her head and shivered. Under the street lights, the two of them in a car beside the fountain and pond looked like a silhouette of an urban romance. The only regret was that the two were not cuddling together.
Instead, they stood awkwardly facing each other.
The tranquility did not last long. The roar of motors spread from far away to nearly 20 motorbikes and sports cars. The fleet gathered from all directions. The modified xenon headlights shone extremely. A rough Harley motorcycle sat on top wearing shiny decorations.
The men's sports cars in black leather jackets are all Audi TT, BMW Z4, Mercedes-Benz CLK and other types that are either high or low.
These people didn't get out of the car and didn't speak. They just turned on the accelerator and stared coldly at the two people under the headlights. Wei Ziqian subconsciously grabbed Liu Ziguang's hand. Liu Ziguang's hand was very big and warm. Wei Ziqian was immediately confused.
My beating heart was relieved.
Judging from their posture, they probably wanted to compete with each other. Liu Ziguang pulled Wei Ziqian and said in a deep voice: "Get in the car!"
The two got into the classic car. Before Wei Ziqian fastened his seat belt, Liu Ziguang stepped on the accelerator and got out. Although this classic car occasionally had minor glitches, it never dropped the chain at critical moments. There was a kind of push under the hard step on the accelerator.
Back pain appears.
Dozens of cars on the empty road were chasing and crashing like crazy. This was not a racing car at all, but a murder. The sports cars were attacking Liu Ziguang's classic car from left to right like a cat teasing a mouse. The Harley motorcycles were moving fast and slow, swaying back and forth in the Accord.
The violent man in the back seat also picked up two sticks and banged on the Accord's glass. Wei Ziqian was so frightened that she covered her ears and screamed. Hearing the woman's scream, those people were even more excited and laughed wildly.
Liu Ziguang rushed left and right, hitting those sports cars without any scruples. He was an old-fashioned shabby car anyway, and he didn't feel sorry for it if it was smashed. The young men driving the sports cars were angered by him and took it all.
Wei Ziqian bit her lips tightly, her face was extremely pale, and the tip of her head was still dripping with water. As a white-collar worker in the company, she experienced such a thrilling thing. The car was hit and banged. The left and right rearview mirrors also fell off. The fifth-generation Accord seemed to be surrounded by a group of people.
A lion bitten by a wolf is usually scarred but still fights on.
Slowly, some luxury off-road vehicles joined the chase, including the Jeep Wrangler 6 Tiger and the Highlander that just couldn't climb uphill. These cars are powerful and have rough skin and thick flesh, which is far more lethal than sports cars. Liu Ziguang's classic car
Surrounded by them, the front and rear bumpers were knocked off. Four windows were also smashed. The surrounding area was filled with wild laughter and arrogant yelling. Highlander lowered the window and revealed a young and arrogant face.
Liu Ziguang stretched out his middle finger.
Liu Ziguang also lowered the window and gestured with his little finger contemptuously at the Highlander. The Highlander angrily turned the steering wheel and forced Liu Ziguang to the guardrail. The steel guardrail and the cabin rubbed against each other, making a harsh sound. This classic car was completely destroyed today.
Wasted.
Although strong enemies looked around, Liu Ziguang still stubbornly drove the old car to the left and clashed. In this case, the competition was about the horsepower of the car and the thickness of the iron sheet, which had little to do with the bravery of the person. Liu Ziguang, who had never been left behind, was really good this time.
He suffered a loss, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It had been a long time since he felt like fighting.
Suddenly, the lights in front of them flashed. Four tall dump trucks were driving slowly, occupying all the fast and slow lanes, lanes and road shoulders. The young men in sports cars honked their horns fiercely, but they still ignored them.
Opening slowly.
The dump trucks in front blocked the road. These crazy racing sports and motorcycles had to slow down, suppress their anger, and followed behind, honking their horns and shouting curses. Suddenly, another group of heavy trucks appeared behind them, all of them were rough dump trucks with huge bodies.
Each wheel is taller than a sports car.
Liu Ziguang took out his cell phone, pressed speakerphone and cursed: "I came so late, I'm almost crippled by these boys."
Ma's voice came from the phone: "Brother Guang, please watch and see how I torture these brats."
The guys driving luxury sports cars finally realized that something was wrong. They were intercepted in front of them and pursued by soldiers behind them. They were all extremely rough dump trucks. The situation took a turn for the worse. The people who were torturing others just now have now become the party of violence. No matter what you are, BMW, Audi, or...
Highlander can only be like a scumbag in front of a giant beast like a dump truck.
The dump trucks were delivering sand to the construction site overnight. When they received Liu Ziguang's call for help, they had just unloaded the sand. The trucks were all empty. When they heard the call from the boss, the drivers became more energetic. Liu Ziguang deliberately drove the dump trucks on the road to the south of the city.
I set up an ambush here and waited for the enemy to get in.
The ending can be imagined. Those powerful luxury sports cars with streamlined shapes and noisy SUVs, surrounded by dump trucks, are like small sampans in the ocean. This is the result of the dump truck drivers showing mercy. I really think.
Killing them is just a matter of kicking the accelerator. After all, I don't want to cause any harm to anyone. It's just a slight scrape and a squeeze.
After ten minutes, all these luxury cars stopped. Some of them crashed into the guardrail and their airbags were deployed. There were also a few that were hit and their engines stalled and stopped on the road, smoking. The worst thing was that the Highlander had its doors smashed.
The tire was flat and the front windshield was completely broken. A dump truck drove up in front of the Highlander and poured all the unloaded sand into it, drowning the people inside half to death.
The only lucky thing is that those guys who drive Harley-Davidson motorcycles really don't dare to hit them with dump trucks. These things are made of meat wrapped in iron and turned into meat patties when scraped with iron. It's not a crime to kill someone.
Suddenly, the police lights flashed in the distance and the sharp siren sounded from far to near. Liu Ziguang looked at it and was done playing. He ordered through his mobile phone: "Remove!"
The dump truck suddenly dispersed, and Liu Ziguang also turned onto the side road and ran off, leaving only a dozen smoking tattered luxury cars on the empty outer ring road.
At this moment, Wei Ziqian had regained his composure, his pale face had some color, but his clothes were still dripping. Liu Ziguang continued to drive the scarred classic car on the urban road. Neither of them said a word. The situation in the car was suffocating.
of silence.
"Stop!" Wei Ziqian suddenly spoke. Liu Ziguang braked and the old car stopped on the roadside. Wei Ziqian got out of the car, rubbed his wet head and said, "Thank you, I'm home." Then he took off his suit.
Hanging it on his hand and saying: "Your clothes."
Liu Ziguang got out of the car to pick up his clothes, but he didn't know that Wei Ziqian actually threw away his clothes, opened his arms and rushed forward, hugging Liu Ziguang's waist tightly and burying her hair deeply in his arms.
A bus passed by. Fang Fei, who was working the night shift, was sitting on the window seat and saw the scene happening on the roadside. The girl opened her mouth in surprise and couldn't believe what she saw.