District 9

At the gate of Phoenix Entertainment City, after two off-road vehicles drove over, Zhan Wei greeted Xiaohu: "Come on, get in the car first."

Xiaohu put one hand in his pocket, walked down the steps with square steps, and said to Zhan Wei in a preaching tone: "I tell you, when dealing with people like Zhang Liang, you can't be too soft, and you can't be too hard. People like him The small and middle-class people who have some connections in the family and some money in their own hands feel that they are a nobody, so you have to use both soft and hard tactics..."

"Weng!"

Before he could finish his words, a van rushed onto the curb and crashed into the door at an unabated speed.

"Fuck me!"

Zhan Wei was already standing next to the off-road vehicle. He turned his head when he heard the sound, and his eyes were blinded by the light of the van's headlights.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and the van instantly hit Zhan Wei and flew him more than a meter away.

After Zhan Wei landed with a thud, he felt as if his pelvis was cracked, and there was a heartbreaking pain in his whole buttocks. He held his right hand on the ground and was unable to stand up.

"Bang...!"

The door of the van opened, and four masked men rushed out carrying two guns and two solid baseball bats.

"What are you doing?!" Xiaohu took two steps back in shock.

"Fuck you."

The masked man roared angrily, raised his arms and smashed the baseball bat down, while Xiaohu instinctively raised his arms to block his head.

"Bang! Bang!"

The baseball bat fell, the sound of cracking bones was heard, and the little tiger fell to the ground with a miserable cry.

At the street corner, Wu Tianyin raised his head when he heard the sound, and only glanced at the situation at the entrance of the entertainment city. As if nothing happened, he continued to fry snacks with his head down. He knew that the perpetrators were the same people who had just come to buy rice noodles. They had already expected this, so he was not surprised at all.

After Xiaohu fell to the ground, two masked men holding baseball bats came up and beat him hard.

Next to the off-road vehicle, Zhan Wei's driver looked flustered and was about to pull a gun from the vehicle.

"Kang Kang!"

The masked man holding a gun on the left shot the driver twice in the abdomen, and then kicked the driver down.

"flap!"

Zhan Wei put his hands on the ground and stood up forcefully. He was quite strong. Not only did he not run away, but he even sneaked up to grab the gangster's gun.

"brush!"

The man holding the gun on the right took a step back and pulled out the dagger from his waist with his left hand.

Zhan Wei was stunned and backed away.

"Liu Zhixiong is already in a wheelchair, why are you so crazy every day?" The masked man cursed angrily, holding a knife in his left hand, and rushed forward.

"Pfft!"

After being stabbed with a knife, Zhan Wei instinctively grabbed the opponent's arm with both hands, and his whole body instantly became stiff.

"puff!"

The gangster drew his knife, and blood surged from Zhan Wei's abdomen. He gritted his teeth, released his hands and pushed the masked man hard.

"brush!"

The masked man raised his left hand, and the blade instantly cut Zhan Wei's right wrist.

"Sisi!"

Almost instantly, Zhan Wei's wrist spurted out blood like a high-pressure water gun.

The gangster kicked him, and Zhan Wei immediately fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

Next to him, two young men holding baseball bats hit Xiaohu seven or eight times before retreating and stopping.

The leading masked gangster shouted with a gun in his right hand: "Xiaohu, look up."

Xiaohu was frightened by the shouting and suddenly raised his head to look at the other party.

"If you dare to pretend, I'll kill you." The leading gangster cursed and pulled the trigger decisively.

"Don't!"

When Xiaohu saw the other party pulling the trigger, he immediately covered his head and shouted.

"Bang, bang!"

Two extremely dull gunshots rang out. Xiaohu was shot twice in the head and fell to the ground with a thud.

People stood watching the excitement at the main entrance of the entertainment city. The pedestrians on the roadside and the two bewildered horses next to the off-road vehicle were all stunned at this moment.

"Walk!"

The leading gangster said hello, turned around and got into the van.

A few seconds later, the four people fled the scene in a hurry.

Next to the stall, several diners jumped to look at the entrance of the entertainment city, their faces full of astonishment.

"Fuck, did you get killed?"

"Yes, shot."

"Who are you from? They are too cruel."

"...!"

Everyone was talking about it.

Wu Tianyin curled his lips and smiled, shook his head and added: "It's not a gun."

"Why not? Wouldn't that just be embarrassing?" a diner emphasized.

Wu Tianyin smiled again and did not argue.

At the entrance of the entertainment city, seven or eight security personnel rushed out together with the manager and swarmed around Xiaohu.

"Brother Tiger, Brother Tiger, are you okay?"

"Quickly, call for help!"

"Young Master Tiger, Young Master Tiger...!"

Everyone looked panicked and stood beside Xiaohu and shouted incoherently, but no one stepped forward to help.

"flap!"

Just as everyone gathered around, Xiaohu suddenly sat up from the ground.

"Fuck!"

The crowd gathered around was instantly frightened and dispersed, taking several steps back.

Xiaohu's eyes widened, he glanced around with a very frightened expression, and then reached out to touch his head.

Only now did everyone see clearly that there was no blood on Xiaohu's head, only a large amount of white powder.

"Huh? Why... why is there no bleeding?" After Xiaohu touched his face with two hands several times, the expression on his face was quite complicated, including fear, fear, and the joy of surviving the disaster: "Fuck Damn it...I'm not dead...!"

"I...I'm fine."

Xiaohu stood up suddenly and shouted with a cry in his voice: "I'm not dead!"

As soon as he finished shouting, Xiaohu felt a strong pain in his right forearm, his legs felt heavy, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

The gun was a fire gun and the bullets were dry powder bullets. Although it was not fatal, it scared Xiaohu to death.

"Save Viagra, save Viagra...!"

Ma Zai next to the off-road vehicle reacted and immediately ran to Zhan Wei and shouted.

Zhan Wei pinched the knife edge on his right wrist with his left hand and shouted hysterically: "Untie your shoelaces and strangle my arm."

…

On the van.

One of Liu Zishu's and Zhang Liang's leaders took off their masks at the same time.

"The car was directly repaired and dismantled by the aftermarket." Zhang Liang's brother took out the phone and said, "I took off all my clothes and threw them away."

Everyone in the car heard the sound and followed suit.

Tens of seconds later, the brother dialed Zhang Liang's phone and said bluntly: "It's done."

"How's the effect?" Zhang Liang asked expressionlessly.

"He was so scared that he peed." The brother responded with a smile: "I hit him twice with a fire gun, and he lay on the ground and couldn't move."

"Okay, then you can come back and I will make arrangements in the evening." Zhang Liang responded casually.

"If it falls apart, it will fall apart, but you have to let me speak." The brother pondered for a long time and reminded: "If you make him look like this bear, how will you end it?"

"It's okay, I know what's going on, just come back."

"Okay." The brother nodded and hung up the phone.

…

Inside the Black Street Superintendent.

Qin Yu sat on a chair with a phone in his hand and ordered: "Tell the Japs in Jiangnan and Yao Lin in Kaiyuan to cooperate with Zhang Liang to make some noise."