The Underworld Detective

After leaving the village, the Land Cruiser drove me and Song Xingshen on the mountain road. Song Shichao cared: “Uncle, there is still a distance to Jianyang, why don't you sleep for a while? ”

I said, "Thank you very much. ”

“Ha ha, my family, you're welcome!” Song Shi chuckled.

I lay in my seat and closed my eyes and suddenly the car stopped after a while. When I woke up, I thought I'd arrived at the train station, but found the car parked on a mountain path that didn't leave the village behind. On the left was a walled wall and on the right was a cliff. I asked Song Shichao: “How did it stop? ”

Song Shichao patted the dashboard and said: "Strange, why is there no oil? I was so full when I left...”

The three of us got out and looked at it. I smelled gasoline. I looked down and the tank was intact. Song Xingsheng circled to the other side of the road: “Young Master, come here for a second! ”

We went around to the other side and saw a small hole in the inside of the tank, shaped like a bullet. In the movie, the gas tank of the car explodes at a dozen times, but it's all fake, and the gas tank doesn't explode with a single bullet.

This man obviously used a silencer, drilled a hole in a high-speed car fuel tank, and opened it from the other side of the tank, and this man could be described as a god shooting.

I felt afraid after a while that if this bullet wasn't aimed at the tank, but at my head, I'd have a head to sleep and no head to wake up.

Song Xingshen frowned: “Something's wrong. Let's go. ”

Song Shichao asked: "Uncle Xing, what should we do with so many things in the car? ”

Song Xingsheng quickly said: "I don't want anything, it's important to save my life! ”

Just as the voice went down, a truck was driving around the corner of Panshan Highway. The three of us exchanged our sights in dismay, and Song Xingsheng shouted: "Run! ”

The next second, a big truck rushed over and hit the Land Cruiser, smashing the railing beside it, pushing the Land Cruiser off the cliff and rolling his foot for dozens of laps before falling to the bottom of the valley.

Big truck brakes on the side of the road, half the head is almost empty, jumping from the car a bunch of five big three chunky men, with iron sticks, axes, watermelon knives and other weapons on their hands, looks bad.

Song Xingsheng put his hand on Tang's knife quietly and asked coldly: "Friend, which mountain is it? Newspaper. ”

Song Xingshen was talking about Jianghu black words, and the man in charge grinned: “Don't get me wrong, we are not here to make money to kill, we just want to borrow one thing from you. ”

And I said, "Lend me what? ”

He pointed his finger at my nose and said, "A bone on you. ”

He's so understated, I doubt I heard wrong. Is there anything else I can borrow?

Song Xingshen whispered: “Stand down, I'll take care of it! ”

Song Shichao said: “No, I am also Wu Song, uncle hid first, I and Uncle Star against them. ”

Song Xingsheng slowly pulled out the knife in half: “I don't know if you are mentally ill or plotting anything wrong. Anyway, if you want to touch him, get past me first! ”

The man in the head sighed: "Good dogs don't get in the way. You asked for this, brothers. Go, cut them! ”

By a single order, everyone rushed over like a bee. Song Xingsheng broke a man's iron stick and kicked him in the stomach. The latter immediately fell on several of his companions.

Song Shichao's hands made snake fists, killed into people's piles, and his hands focused on people's throats, fast and harsh.

The two men were like lions into the sheep, and the gangsters were beaten to the teeth with a blink of an eye. Song Xingsheng was kind enough, otherwise they must have broken their legs with a missing arm.

Song Xingshen stepped on the bosom of the leader and asked, "Who sent you? ”

“I... we don't know...”

Not yet, Song Xingsheng slapped his face with a knife sheath, and I clearly saw two bloody teeth fly out. Song Xingshen asked again, and the man answered with blood: “Yes... there is a reward of 10 million to ask for a bone on this little brother. ”

I walked over and asked, "Which one? ”

He's pointing at his right arm. My heart says it's too creative, right? Mafia people often like to spend money removing one leg or one hand, but they've never seen one radius. Besides, if I gave him my radius, wouldn't my hand be broken?

Song Xingshen kicked the man in the face and drank: “Who ordered it! ”

I really want to say to Song Xingsheng, don't ask for a beating, you have to beat up unconscious. But at the moment, it's not easy to destroy one's own morale, and I know he's a little violent, so I won't say anything.

The man shivered and replied: “No... nobody ordered it, it was...”

At this point, a red light dot stood on his forehead, a laser sight, and I yelled, “Get out of the way! ”

"Pfft," a blood hole appeared on the man's forehead, his head swayed back and forth under the huge impact of the bullet, then paralyzed to the ground, his eyes glaring, blood slowly coming out of the back of his head.

The three of us retreated quickly, the bullet fell from the top and hiding under the cliff was the dead end of the sniper.

The bodies of several gangsters trembled sequentially, and everyone was shot in the head without exception. The shooting method of this person was simply divine, winking kung fu, the gangs all told the story.

The three of us hid under the cliff and dared not move. Song Xingsheng put his ears on to listen. I took out my phone and opened the Baidu map. Because of the bad signal, it refreshed for half a day before coming out. We're hiding just around the corner of the highway, and that guy's in high ground, and he's exposed to sniping in either direction.

It's not gonna be easy. We're gonna have to shrink down here and talk to him!

We stood motionless for an hour, and Song Shichao pointed to the roadside truck lane: “I have an idea, can we rush to that car and drive away? ”

I shook my head: “It's too dangerous, not to mention the parking position, even if we ran over with a drum, it would take a few dozen seconds to start the car, which is enough time for him to kill it. ”

This sniper doesn't seem to want my life, otherwise he had plenty of chances to do it. Does he want my bones, like these gangsters?

I was like a dog in my heart. I didn't know which strange criminal was involved, and this happened.

At this time, Song Shichao panicked, hurriedly checked himself. The original gun was fired on the truck fuel tank, and gasoline immediately poured out. Apparently, the man above heard our conversation and wiped out our last hope of escape.

Song Shichao's soul was unsettled. He touched the cigarette out of his pocket, and Song Xingshen held down his lighter and shook his head. Gasoline is everywhere on the ground, and bad luck can cause an explosion.

I suddenly had an idea, pointing to my eyes, pointing to the top, and then I made a throwing move.

I mean, I used the eyes of the Pluto to deter him, and then Song Xingsheng hit him with a stone, and Song Xingsheng shook his head and said with his mouth: "It's too dangerous! ”

I grabbed Song Shichao's lighter, referring to the fuel tank. If an explosion were created, the strong light would instantly deprive him of his sight, there might be a chance of escape!