Chapter 824: Summarized Very Well

The three vans stopped at the gate, with a 'bang', the car doors slid open, and one by one they got out of the car holding machetes and steel pipes.

When the young man with the mole saw shadows swaying in the house, and could vaguely hear laughter from time to time, this made him frown.

"Brother Ping, are we going in?" The little thug who picked his feet stood at the door holding a knife.

The young man with the mole, that is, Brother Ping, frowned tighter and tighter, and the suspicion in his heart surged up again.

Clearly nothing happened yesterday, otherwise what he heard now should be crying, not laughter.

"Could it be that Dashan and the others didn't come yesterday?"

The little thug who picked his feet snorted: "Probably drank too much, lying on some woman's belly and hasn't woken up yet."

Brother Ping didn't pay attention to the little thug who picked his feet, because he watched Dashan and the others drive away, and now they were neither seen alive nor dead, it was really fucking strange.

"Big Brother!" The little thug who picked his feet called again, "What's up?"

At this time, the house door opened, Zhou Andong came out, followed by four people, who looked like they should be bodyguards.

"Yo, this big brother, we met the day before yesterday, when you left you used that very murderous little look of yours to throw a flying knife at me, this scared me, I didn't sleep well all night, had a nightmare all night."

"Fuck your mother!" The little thug who picked his feet pointed at Zhou Andong with the tip of the knife. "You are Zhou Andong, right, talking to my big brother in a weird tone, you are tired of living."

This guy said, tilted his head to look at Brother Ping, just about to say something, the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a 'clang'.

Brother Ping cursed dissatisfiedly: "Damn, can't even hold a knife, really fucking shameful."

"Gulp!" The little thug who picked his feet's throat rolled. "Ping Ping Ping... Ping... Brother Ping!"

Everyone saw he was a bit wrong, all the little thugs looked in the direction of this guy's gaze, and then their eyes suddenly widened.

Both sides of the alley were pitch black with people, holding pickaxe handles and shovels, and there were quite a few people in front holding guns, who were pressing over silently on both sides.

Brother Ping was worthy of being a big thug, even at this time he was very calm, and also guessed that Dashan and the others came yesterday, probably were detained.

"Zhou Andong, do you think having many people can protect you?" Brother Ping raised his hand very arrogantly, pointing at the villagers. "They aren't afraid of death, right, fuck your mother still holding guns, I was scared big?"

"Ta-ta... ta-ta-ta..."

Little Chun'er raised his gun and pulled the trigger, the crisp gunshots suddenly rang out.

Immediately after, a militiaman fired a point shot at the ground near Brother Ping's feet.

"Pop!"

The bullet head drilled into the hard yellow ground near Brother Ping's feet, raising a puff of dust, and also carrying a faint smell of gunpowder.

Brother Ping stood there without moving, looking very calm, but sweat beads had already appeared on his forehead.

He didn't expect that the guns in these mud-legged people's hands were actually real, and they really dared to fire.

Zhou Andong smiled: "I can be very responsible to tell you, they aren't scaring you, as long as you dare to raise your knives, they will fire, if you don't believe it, try it."

Who the fuck dares to try, the head isn't made of iron, even if it's made of iron, it will leave a pit if the bullet hits it.

Zhou Andong patted Brother Ping's face: "Convinced or not?"

Brother Ping gritted his teeth and didn't speak, staring with fierce eyes at Zhou Andong.

"Looks like you aren't convinced." Zhou Andong swung his arm and slapped Brother Ping fiercely on the face.

"Pop!"

This slap of Zhou Andong's, really wasn't something an ordinary person could bear.

Brother Ping's head swung fiercely to the side, his feet were unstable, and he took several steps back.

His ears were buzzing, his eyes were full of stars, and he couldn't see anything.

"Fuck your mother." A little thug saw Brother Ping was beaten, raised his knife and hacked.

Wu Chao flashed and blocked in front of Zhou Andong, at the same time reached out, grabbed the little thug's wrist holding the knife, raised his foot and kicked fiercely into the little thug's belly.

"Bang!"

"Ao!"

The little thug screamed miserably and flew backward, then fell heavily to the ground.

The whole person was like a cooked shrimp, arching his body, clutching his belly, rolling and wailing.

At this time, Brother Ping shook his head fiercely, and finally recovered.

Half of his face was already swollen, then opened his mouth and spat, blood foam mixed with a big tooth, spat on the ground.

Wu Chao let out a cold snort, his cold eyes swept over those little thugs, and then his gaze fell on Brother Ping's face.

Brother Ping's eyelids jumped wildly, feeling like he was being stared at by a wolf, even though at this time the temperature was twenty-seven or twenty-eight degrees, he felt cold all over.

Just now Wu Chao and the other three people stood behind Zhou Andong, he knew they must be Zhou Andong's bodyguards, but didn't take it to heart.

As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands, there were only four bodyguards, they had more than twenty people, who was afraid of whom.

Only now it seemed, Zhou Andong's bodyguards definitely weren't that simple, especially the power of that kick just now, kicking a person several meters away, he couldn't do it even with two of him.

At this time, he saw another group of people walk out of the house, among whom the most eye-catching were more than twenty people, wearing suits, holding pitch-black police batons in their hands.

And these twenty-plus people were walking in step in two small teams, not many people, but made people feel the momentum of thousands of troops and horses.

Brother Ping's throat rolled, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking at these people dressed, they must also be Zhou Andong's bodyguards, and they were all soldiers.

He understood, this time he was definitely planted, even without these villagers, they couldn't move Zhou Andong.

Zhou Andong didn't pay attention to them anymore, turned and walked into the house: "Send them to the donkey shed, invite them to eat a sweet big meal."

Little Chun'er raised his gun: "Throw all the tools in your hands on the ground."

The little thugs hesitated, having a knife in hand gave them a bit of a bottom line, if thrown on the ground, they would really become meat on the chopping board.

"Looks like, if I don't loosen your bones, you won't be comfortable." Wu Chao said coldly, raised his hand and made a gesture.

More than twenty bodyguards stepped forward in unison, raising their police batons.

Brother Ping's scalp tightened, hurriedly shouted: "Throw the knives."

A hero doesn't suffer immediate losses, this was summarized by Mountain Brother yesterday, and today Brother Ping also summarized it very well.

"Clang, clang..."

In a series of clanging sounds, those little thugs threw all the knives and steel pipes in their hands on the ground.

Today they were prepared, ropes were brought. Little Chun'er had people tie them up, and then escorted them to the donkey shed.

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Qi City!

Sun Hexin sat in the office, always a bit restless.

Said three o'clock in the afternoon definitely would be back, but it was past four o'clock, still hadn't seen a shadow, he was a bit hairy.

Dashan went to Zhenxing Village, suddenly lost news, this morning Erping personally took people there, and motherfucker didn't come back, how could his heart not be hairy.

Seeing it was past five o'clock, this guy really couldn't sit still, grabbed the phone and called Sun Hewen.

"Second brother, come to my place immediately, bring Damin too, something might have happened." ===== CHAPTER 825 =====