Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Wei was stunned and lay on the bed.

Fang Zhuo quietly rubbed his fist on his leg, just now it just happened to hit his cheekbone, it was really fucking painful.

"What are you doing!" Fang Wei jumped up, teeth bared and eyes cracked.

Fang Zhuo looked calm, "Brother, brother is teaching you that it is very impolite to disturb others casually."

"Fang Zhuo!" Fang Wei was angry, "I think you don't want to live anymore, the outside world is..."

"What are they all?" Fang Zhuo picked up the photo album again, and took out the photos on the front page.

The little boy in the photo is only eight years old, wearing a sportswear, with white decorative white stripes on the sleeves and the outside of the trouser legs, and a white dog's head on the left chest.

Fang Zhuo frowned, oh, I remembered, there was a small hole under the dog's head, Fang Wei poked it in his chest somehow when he was secretly picking up cigarette butts to play.

The eye sockets were hot and moist uncontrollably, and he poked the funny dog's head vigorously.

He looked up, his eyes had turned cold, "What are they all, are they all yours?"

"No." Fang Wei subconsciously denied it, and broke out in a cold sweat. His own mouth almost ruined the big thing, "Why did you hit me!"

Fang Zhuo put the photo in his butt pocket.

Although this position is awkward, but the pocket is large and close to the body, so it is not easy to damage the photos.

"You let me down too much."

Isn't it just acting, who doesn't seem to know it.

Fang Zhuo was angry on his face, and grabbed Fang Wei's collar, "You didn't hear a word of what I told you at the beginning. Now that you are in trouble, you think of me. Why did you go so early!"

Fang Wei saw tears in his brother's eyes, and instantly understood that it was a matter of deep love and responsibility.

He softened his mouth, "I really know I was wrong."

You know what a fart, you know that you still lead people to sit on the sidelines and wait to block Laozi.

Hey, the system is not there, and there is no one who wants to complain.

Fang Zhuo felt powerless, and fell down on the bed, with a sad face, raised his foot and wanted to kick someone, considering the number of people on the other side, he was worried that he would really piss him off, so he slapped him instead.

Fang Wei felt the pain in his back, and he couldn't bear it.

After Fang Zhuo finished taking pictures, he felt a little relieved, shook his head and sighed, "Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Brother, I want to go abroad."

"..." Fang Zhuo rubbed his eyebrows, "A Wei, are you planning to continue to escape?"

"Then what do you want me to do, go to jail?" Fang Wei was excited, "Do you know that Xiang's family has been looking for me, they are related, once I am caught and sent to prison, I will never get out for the rest of my life. "

A younger brother with dirty braids once went in and squatted for a few days because of multiple thefts. He told Fang Wei that it was a real hell.

Although they are all criminals, there are high and low points.

After going in, he will be beaten for a week first, and then he will start to be a cow to the big brother in the cell. What makes him most terrified and disgusting is that there are no women in that place...

When he thought of being pressed to the ground after entering, he felt cold and wanted to vomit.

Fang Zhuo bent his waist dejectedly, bowed his head and said, "I don't have any money for you to go abroad."

"You have." Fang Wei half-kneeled on the ground, holding his brother's hand, "I know, you live with that man, if you ask him for it, he won't refuse it."

Fang Zhuo withdrew his hand forcefully, panicked, "You know it all."

Fang Wei said against his will, "I know, but I respect your choice."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

Are you showing respect? You looked at yourself in the mirror, with disgust and disgust written all over your face, and you almost rushed to the toilet and soaked the hand that just grabbed Lao Tzu in disinfectant water.

Open your eyes and talk nonsense, shameless.

At this moment, Fang Zhuo finally realized clearly that Fang Wei was really homophobic, very serious.

"You are really my brother." Fang Zhuo said dryly.

"Brother, give me the money today, and I promise those people outside will not touch you or your roommate." Fang Wei made the promise, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

It can be seen that Fang Zhuo still feels sorry for him, the previous humiliation seems to be really just words of anger.

Seeing that the person didn't speak, Fang Wei hurriedly added, "Take it as my loan from you, and if I make money in the future, I will definitely pay you back."

Fang Zhuo, "How much do you want?"

"Not many." Fang Wei drew a number.

The barrage in Fang Zhuo's heart was full of criticism, "Impossible, I can't get so much money."

"You can." Fang Wei was forced to the cliff, and he was not afraid to reveal the previous things, "I sneaked into the Lishan villa area to see it, and I also inquired carefully. Which one of the people living there is not a big boss. Such a small amount of money A piece of cake."

From Fang Wei's point of view, the money is really running out. He has discussed it with Dirty Braid, and it will be divided into four or six when things are done.

Four of them, six with dirty braids, the money in hand is really not much.

Fang Zhuo shook his head, "I really can't get it."

As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang outside the door.

In an instant, the air inside and outside the room condensed into ice, and there were footsteps approaching the door.

The man growled gruffly, "Get out and answer the phone."

Fang Wei went to open the door, took a look at the phone, and looked at Fang Zhuo with a smile, "Brother, your boyfriend's phone number."

The man who delivered the phone sneered mockingly, and when he turned his back, he cursed at the ass.

Fang Zhuo looked over, brother, I remember you.

The bell has been ringing for a long time, Fang Zhuo has no intention of answering the phone.

Fang Wei put his hands on Fang Zhuo's chest, "Hurry up!"

Fang Zhuo said, "I can't take it."

"I'm in a bad mood now, and I'll reveal my secrets when I pick it up, and none of you will be able to escape by then."

The phone stopped ringing, Fang Wei frowned, "Then let him go."

Fang Zhuo didn't say a word, he was thinking about something, the system was forced to go offline, the boss's peeping ability should also be restricted, otherwise just peeping directly, there is no need to make a phone call.

At this time, the man probably already guessed that something happened to him.

Tsk tsk, that guy above is really amazing.

Usually as a shopkeeper, once you make a move, you can put everyone in prison.

Awesome.

The mobile phone in Fang Wei's hand suddenly became quiet, and the screen started to ring again before it went dark.

It was like a hot potato, making his heart flutter, "You let him go!"

Fang Zhuo finally took the phone and hung up.

This move completely angered Fang Wei, and he sat in the living room in a leisurely manner, monitoring their dreadlocks.

Dirty Braid approached angrily and kicked over.

Fang Zhuo dodged sideways, and pulled Fang Wei by the way, that kick was impartial, just right on Fang Wei's stomach.

The dreadlocks were tall and strong, and he was very strong. Fang Wei covered his stomach and knelt down on the ground, his face turned pale.

Fang Zhuo pretended to be concerned, "A Wei, are you okay?"

Fang Wei was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, he raised his head with great effort, and stared at Fang Zhuo resentfully, it was intentional, it must have been intentional just now.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door in the living room.

The people in the living room didn't move, they all looked at the boss, waiting for instructions.

Dirty Pigeon made a few gestures, and after arranging the staff, he retreated into the little white-collar's room, swaggered open the door, and waited for the show.

The teacher was pushed to the door, and through the peephole, he saw two people outside the door.

One of them he knew was Fang Zhuo's boyfriend, whose surname seemed to be Gu.

The idler next to Mr. Gu is probably biting a cigarette butt...he has never seen it before.

In this room, the little white-collar workers have completely lost their combat effectiveness. He, Fang Zhuo, and the two outside the door can't handle this group of big and three rough Lianjiazi at all.

Knowing that it might be his brother's concubine, Fang Wei stood up from the ground. He was afraid that once the two people outside the door came in, Fang Zhuo would run out desperately, so he quietly opened the back of his shirt and pulled out a pocket fruit knife from his waist.

Fang Zhuo noticed his movements and was already vigilant, but he was apologizing, "I just tripped and pulled you subconsciously. It was really not intentional."

Fang Wei's face was pale, and his hand holding the fruit knife was trembling. It was the first time he did this kind of thing, of course he would be afraid, but he couldn't afford it.

There can be no surprises in today's events.

He smiled, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt much."

Fang Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes lightly swept over Fang Wei's arm behind his back.

Even if it was all over again, Fang Wei's mind remained unchanged.

Maybe he didn't really want to kill himself, but when he touched the weapon hidden behind his back, his murderous intention had already been planted.

Fang Zhuo turned around calmly, bent down, and took out a wooden box from the drawer.

He took out the pen inside, opened the cover slowly, and swung his arm out the moment he turned around.

But at the same time, something cold and sharp stuck to the side of his neck.

Fang Wei's whole body was stiff, and the hand holding the fruit knife kept tightening. The thing on the side of his neck was pointed and thin, which should be the tip of a pen.

If it was poked at other places, Fang Wei was right, anyway, no one would be killed.

It was different now, the cold pen tip was stabbing his carotid artery vigorously.

Fang Wei swallowed, pressed the fruit knife down, and threatened, "Take the pen away."

Fang Zhuo also pressed the tip of the pen down, but he was much calmer in comparison, "Take the knife away."

Fang Wei couldn't believe that his own brother would do such a thing to him and even threatened him, "Look clearly, I am your brother!"

Fang Zhuo said, "So I deserve to be held hostage by you?"

"I'm afraid that you won't be able to hold back and rushed out suddenly." Fang Wei lowered his voice, "When the time comes, you will be lucky to escape. What about your two roommates? They will kill them."

"Brother, I'm doing this for your own good. If they really die, you will regret it for the rest of your life because of today."

Fang Zhuo didn't seem to hear anything.

At this time, his gaze was fixed on Fang Wei's neck. The tip of the pen is actually very sharp. Once it penetrates the skin, he can easily pierce the whole pen.

The fragile artery was punctured, and the bleeding could not be stopped at once.

He has full confidence, faster and more precise than Fang Wei.

Fang Wei's voice fell for a long time and there was no reply.

The room became oppressed by the silence of the two of them.

In the living room, the teacher nervously opened the door, and in the kitchen closest to the door, stood three men with knives.

Once people outside the door enter, they will rush forward and drag them in.

After these days of investigation and surveillance, they already knew that Gu Chen was a big boss.

It would be best if they could pick up one and get one free. The more chips they have in hand, the more money they will ask for.

As before, the teacher only opened the door a crack, and the door was chain-locked.

After being frightened again and again, his complexion was even worse than before. Gu Chen guessed at a glance that everyone in the room should be kidnapped.

Just as he was about to make a move, the messenger grabbed him from behind, "You can't interfere directly, I'll call the police."

The teacher shook their heads desperately, and was stabbed by a knife in the back. He could only take off the chain obediently, "Come in."

The messenger does not intend to go in, and the fate of each character is fixed and cannot be changed.

Since the Lord God is willing to give Fang Zhuo a chance to be reborn, he believes that Fang Zhuo will not die this time.

But Gu Chen couldn't afford to bet, what bullshit rules and restrictions were torn to pieces at this moment.

He tried his best to suppress the tumbling emotions so as not to startle the snake.

The people with dreadlocks are very smart and they wait for the opportunity to move. When they found that there were two people outside the door, they hid quietly, intending to catch them by surprise.

The messenger followed in with a bitter face, muttering, "If you want to die, die, why do you have to drag me?"

His energy is far inferior to that of Gu Chen and Ruru. If the main god blames him, these two can still hold on, but as for him, he can be beaten to ashes in the blink of an eye, and he can't even fight together.

Just a little imagining made the messenger tremble with fright.

He was a step behind, rushed out the door a second before it closed, and thoughtfully helped others close the door.

This scene was beyond everyone's expectations.

They all speculated whether the runaway had discovered the layout and ran out to call the police.

Dirty Braid slapped his thigh and stood up, "Take him down, get out!"

The three extra gutter mice rushed out quickly and raised their knives at Gu Chen.

Gu Chen glanced over, and the three mice trembled together.

Being the younger brother is actually very tiring. They have to keep an eye on the mood of the boss. At the same time, they must also pay attention to whether there will be enemies seeking revenge, whether to jump out, and win favor for the boss.

Therefore, they have a very keen sense of danger, and can easily see which people are easy to mess with and which people are not.

The man in front of him was dressed in a straight suit, and his imposing manner was not weak. It seemed that there were knives hidden in his pale eyes, which could turn into reality and stab people to death.

I don't know if it was their illusion, but the atmosphere in the living room has also changed.

The teacher standing in the corner feels the same way as them.

Mr. Gu this time is even scarier than the last time I saw him.

It seems that today is going to the Shura field.

Gu Chen didn't move at all, which made the three mice very embarrassed. You poke me, I poke you, no one dares to come forward.

Seeing that the prey he was aiming at was not only not afraid, but stood like a Buddha in the center of the living room, Dirty Braid felt his face was slapped hard by an invisible slap.

He growled and ordered, "What are you still doing in a daze, arrest him."

In the room, Fang Wei heard the order from outside, and began to be proud, "Brother, put down the pen, your man has been restrained."

Fang Zhuo rolled his eyes, "Stop pretending?"

Fang Wei sighed, "Brother Zhou didn't intend to mess with Gu Chen, but it's a pity he delivered it to the door himself."

"Brother, you are always so stupid. If you called people away before, there would be nothing like this now."

"I think it's you who are stupid." Fang Zhuo deliberately poked down the pen hard.

Fang Wei trembled in pain, subconsciously covered the side of his neck, and was elbowed hard on his forehead, his eyes turned black from the pain.

Fang Zhuo quickly cut off the fruit knife in his hand, grabbed his hair, lifted his head up, and pushed his knees hard.

Fang Wei's facial features wrinkled in pain, and he opened his mouth to call for help.

As everyone knows, those five big and three rough thugs are worse than him.

A group of people described themselves as being in a mess, with wounds all over their bodies, surrounded Gu Chen in the middle with resentment but timidity.

As for the teacher, he has already hid under the coffee table, watching the play with his eyes wide open.

The roommate's boyfriend is simply a monster, his movements are surprisingly fast, and his hands are amazing. He just saw the other party break a thug's forearm with his bare hands.

There was a cracking sound, which still rings in my ears.

Four or five people swarmed up, and the man not only didn't see any blood, but beat him until he cried, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

This is not something an ordinary person can do, even if it is a special soldier, it is impossible to be so fast that only afterimages can be seen.

Seeing that the fight was about to start again, the teacher pouted his buttocks and crawled forward a little, for fear of being hurt.

Watching and watching, the teacher's eyes suddenly widened, what the hell, he was stunned, that Mr. Gu had an extra stick out of thin air.

Metal, with a cold light.

The teacher rubbed his eyes a few times, and then pinched himself again, but there was no dizziness, and there was indeed an extra stick.

Gu Chen tore off his tie, glanced at the room where Fang Wei was howling dryly, and knew that Fang Zhuo was fine, the hostility on his body did not diminish, but became heavier.

The few people who were about to pounce back subconsciously, wondering where the steel pipe came from.

Before he could figure it out, a silver shadow flew over, and one of them was blown away, knocking his head against the wall, dripping with blood.

"Strange, monster..."

"Eyes, his eyes!"

Gu Chen's eyes were bloodshot, and the suppressed emotions burst out.

He remembered these people.

They used to be the same as Fang Wei, shut Fang Zhuo on the rooftop, watched the two brothers fight coldly, clapped their hands and applauded, that was still cheering, as if they were watching a fighting game.

After Fang Zhuo fell from the building, no one called the police or an ambulance, and they all fled.

When he arrived, the young man was lying on the ground, his brain burst, and blood flowed out, staining the cement floor under him red.

Gu Chen didn't carefully calculate how much time has passed since he traveled with Fang Zhuo.

But this picture is always stuck in his heart, as if it was new yesterday, constantly reminding him that Fang Zhuo has already died once.