Chapter 222

After the leader gave the order, the whole team was like a wild wolf returning to the forest. Huo scattered, lowered his body, touched the wasteland at a very fast speed, and then dispersed and orderly penetrated into the old rubber factory.

Yemo looks at all this with some surprise. This team is not like a red stick. If it is equipped with hot weapons, it is a living special operations force.

"Awesome? It's all my people."

Zonghu's ostentatious way.

The blind man stopped his head and ignored each other.

"Let's go, too. Who's faster? A lost treat. One point for one person and ten points for damage to cultural relics. How about it?"

Yemo moves his hand and points.

"Hey, OK, there's no reason for Chinese things to go abroad. What the seventh master hates most is this kind of cultural relics dealer."

Zonghu opened his mouth and said with a dull smile.

"Yes."

The blind man's words were still unusually few. Well, he gave a voice to agree.

Ye Mo didn't think much, but zonghu was surprised. This is the first time he has seen a blind man give such face to people he met for the first time!

"Drop."

The messenger with intercom function carried by zonghu sounded.

"The front door has been controlled and the monitoring has been destroyed."

Messenger inward report.

Almost instantaneous.

After the sound of the messenger ended, the figures of the three people in the field disappeared instantly, and the three black shadows of different shapes flew to the front door of the old rubber factory at a very fast speed.

Inside the old rubber factory at the moment.

The abandoned factory area has a unique cave. Although it is full of dust and waste equipment, a large area has been cleared out of the central area.

Within the cleared area. The color steel room of the platoon is built with its back against the exit. More than a dozen Chinese characters with big waist and round and bare arms are drinking and eating meat in the center of the color steel room. Each of them is full of oil. The sweat behind them is soaked in all kinds of ferocious tattoos. Under some dim lights, it looks very terrible, like a group of demons dancing.

At the gate of the abandoned factory, several relatively thin people are guarding the door with weapons such as steel pipes or swing sticks. From time to time, he turned his head and looked at the strong men drinking and eating meat with envious eyes.

The guard holding the crossbow on the beam obviously couldn't stand the smell of his nose. He swallowed a few salivas, took down the trigger and wiped his mouth. He didn't dare to attack.

Because he is different from the following group of people, the people who drink and eat meat under him are a group of real fugitives. Everyone is at large with a case on their back. Therefore, these people act recklessly and fearlessly. Because they are caught for ten or twenty years or a peanuts, the boss pays special attention to these people.

And this time, this group of people came out to solve the problem for the boss, so they have the privilege of drinking and eating meat in this place.

"Where's the wine? Where's the wine? It's gone. Don't you know to bring two boxes!"

A strong man with eyes open on his back and a face full of flesh picked up the wine bottle and found it empty, he said angrily.

"Eldest brother, the boss has explained that the wind is tight recently. There is no very special situation. You can't go out. There is a risk of exposure. All our wine is here. Please bear with it. I'll buy you enough in the past."

A thin middle-aged man, who had been nearby and looked at the manager in his forties, smiled with him.

"You buy us a drink? What kind of thing are you? You buy us a drink? It's almost the same for young master Bai to buy us a drink!"

The strong man was obviously a little drunk. His face turned red and his face was angry, which meant that he was crazy about drinking.

"Let's help your white head not to work hard in your belt. In the end, there's not enough wine to drink, huh?! do you fucking hear that, huh? I'll fuck your mother if there's not enough wine!"

The strong man was full of dirty words, and when he drank too much wine, his blood surged up and his face turned red. He swung the wine bottle and greeted the steward directly.

"Bang!"

After a crisp sound, the fragments of the beer bottle flew everywhere. The steward's head was directly opened, and the blood lay down along his eyebrows. The steward directly covered his head, stumbled and fell to the ground, howling and rolling.

"Ha ha! Ha ha!"

"Oh, well done!"

"Bleeding, bleeding, hahaha, the grandson is bleeding!"

"Howl, I didn't have enough to eat at a fucking sight, so I howled so much!"

……

The steward was knocked to the ground by a strong man who opened a wine bottle. Instead of coming up to investigate and dissuade, a group of other outlaws with bare arms laughed wantonly.

Words are full of tyranny, bloodthirsty and cruelty.

"Fuck you!"

As soon as the watchman on the factory beam saw that the steward was attacked by this group of people, he was angry and scolded fiercely. Then he directly pointed his crossbow at the head of the strong man who attacked the steward.

"Yo!"

Being aimed at his head by a crossbow with short-range lethality comparable to bullets, the strong man who had drunk too much and showed his anger not only did not have the slightest fear, but grinned and showed a dark white tooth and sneered.

"Chick, do you think holding a broken slingshot can scare your grandpa and me? Shoot, fuck you, if you can't shoot me, I'll tear you up! Grass!"

The eyes of the strong man's triangle are full of blood, like a hungry wolf who chooses people and eats them. He stares at the white family holding the crossbow, emitting a cold evil spirit that directly attacks the hearts of the people!

After all, the guard holding the crossbow was also an ordinary man. He had not killed anyone. He was shocked by the evil spirit of a strong man. His hands holding the crossbow trembled, and his legs and stomach turned a little.

Just now he dared to do that kind of action with a sense of anger. It was the so-called morale. Now this anger was pushed back by the evil spirit emitted by the strong man, and the guard began to be afraid.

He is only one person, and the crossbow can only shoot one arrow at a time. If these outlaws rush up, even if he shoots one person, he will not escape being tortured to death by these desperate lunatics.

Sure enough, the guard lowered his head and found that the group of strong men with bare arms looked up at him with cold eyes, with ferocious and cruel smiles on their faces, like a group of wild wolves staring at their prey.

The guard counseled thoroughly. He was obviously holding a murderer in his hand, but he didn't dare to use it. He trembled. After all, the people below have really killed people!

"Shoot! Fight! What are you waiting for, chick?!"

After the guard Luqian, the strong man became more rampant, stretched out his tongue, licked the blood of the steward just touched on his hand, reached out his hand and knocked on his bald head covered with ferocious scar, grinning and provoking.

The guards holding steel pipes and other weapons at the door of the warehouse were filled with indignation when they saw that their people had been abused so wantonly. They clenched their weapons, but no one rushed forward. After all, those people were a group of outlaws!