Don't raise green tea to attack the best actor as a stand-in

Zhang Hai stared at the billowing smoke in the monitoring screen, furiously said: "What's going on? What's going on?! A bunch of useless waste, why don't you hurry up and take a look!"

Just kidding, this is the prey he was going to enjoy, how could he just burn to death? !

Zhang Hai was panting with anger, he suddenly remembered something, and shouted: "Bring those new ones that just arrived, if they play tricks, they will be killed on the spot!"

Seven or eight boys quickly came to the outside of the prison cell. Thick smoke kept coming out from the cracks in the iron door. The whole iron door was scorching hot. One of the boys frantically took out the key and tried several times to open it. A thick puff of smoke billowed out of the iron gate, and nothing could be seen for a while.

The boss of Ma Zai didn't dare to go in first, so he made a look at his younger brothers: "You guys go in and have a look."

Holding the steel pipe in one hand and tightly covering their mouth and nose with the other, the boys walked into the cell cautiously with their waist down.

"Crack!"

"Bang! Bang!!"

"what--"

It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, amidst the thick smoke, there were crisp fractures, the dull sound of steel pipes hitting the human body, and the screams of horse boys. The head horse boy's heart sank suddenly, and he reached into the He wanted to draw a gun in his arms, and in the blink of an eye, a steel pipe was violently thrown out of the thick smoke!

Hearing a "bang", the head of Ma Zai was hit squarely by the steel pipe, and he passed out immediately!

"Let's go!" After Song Ran threw out the steel pipe, he immediately took Lin Feiyu by the hand, and the two rushed out of the room with cats on their waists!

It was late at night, and there was thick smoke billowing in the corridor. Song Ran held Lin Feiyu's hand tightly, and suddenly felt a strong dizziness, choking smoke, scorching fire...

When he was lighting the fire in the house just now, he felt very uncomfortable. After he managed to put down the horse boys who rushed into the house, he felt even more nauseous. A fire, black smoke, scorching fire waves, loud explosions, a trapped little girl...

Song Ran gritted her teeth tightly, only feeling a piercing pain in her temples, and her eyes turned black.

Lin Feiyu said anxiously: "Brother, what's wrong? Your hands are covered in cold sweat."

At this time, hurried footsteps came from the front and back of the corridor, but in a short while, more than 20 horse boys surrounded the two of them in the middle of the corridor, and some of them held steel pipes and watermelon knives in their hands. It was a smuggled modified pistol!

Lin Feiyu sideways protected Song Ran, and said softly, "Brother, are you feeling unwell?"

"My head hurts. It may be post-traumatic..." Song Ran endured the severe headache and said in a low voice, "They have guns, we can't force them. Listen to me, the exit of the fire stairs is on your left. There should be guns in the stairwell. The window, I observed it at the air-conditioning duct before, we are now on the third floor, you jump down and run straight ahead, there is a wall more than two meters high in front of you, you should be able to climb over... I will hold them... ..."

Lin Feiyu said hoarsely: "Brother, don't do this."

Before Song Ran could say anything, Lin Feiyu raised his hands and said loudly, "Don't shoot, we want to talk to Mr. Zhang."

After a while, the two were tied up by Wuhuada to the underground parking lot.

This underground parking lot is thousands of square meters, with a mess of cement pipes and various steel materials piled up everywhere, a small space has been cleared out in the corner, a leather sofa is placed, and the dim incandescent light bulb above the head emits a "squeak". "The voice kept flickering.

Zhang Hai was sitting on the leather sofa, holding the little artist named Xu Mei in his arms, holding a Cuban cigar between two stubby fingers: "Mr.

Neither Lin Feiyu nor Song Ran said a word.

"Kneel down!" The two boys kicked Lin Feiyu and Song Ran's legs hard, forcing them to kneel down.

Zhang Hai watched them kneel down and smiled with satisfaction: "Okay, let's untie the rope."

At this moment, out of the sea of ​​flames and thick smoke, Song Ran felt a little better, and his mind was not so dizzy, so he said in a deep voice: "Zhang Hai, aren't you afraid of the law of the country?"

Lin Feiyu also said coldly: "The police should be here soon, you still have time to run for your life."

Zhang Hai twitched the corners of his lips mockingly: "Boss Lin, when you voluntarily took sleeping pills and got on the bus, the people under my hands checked it carefully with a metal detector, and they took the tiny tracker on the sole of your shoe long ago. It's down, don't you know? I also want to thank Mr. Lin, if it weren't for your tracking device, how could I have led the police to a suburban county dozens of miles away?"

Song Ran lowered his eyes, feeling very strange in his heart, Lin Feiyu has always been careful and smart, how could he hide such an important tracker in the sole of his shoe?

He couldn't help but glanced at Lin Feiyu, only to see Lin Feiyu shaking his head in disbelief, his voice trembling: "You, you found the tracker..."

Song Ran knew in his heart that this kid was pretending again, and there must be more than one tracker.

Zhang Hai carefully admired Lin Feiyu's desperate expression: "Take a step back, even if there is any emergency, I can die with those gangsters."

Zhang Hai paused, and then said with a half-smile: "However, I admire Mr. Lin and Assistant Song very much, so I decided to give you two a chance."

Song Ran narrowed his eyes: "Two people, one chance? What do you mean?"

"Assistant Song is really a smart person." Zhang Hai laughed, and then said every word, "You can leave here as long as you kill, kill, right, and Fang. There are weapons prepared for you in the corner, and you can choose freely. .”

Song Ran turned to look at the corner of the wall, where there stood a rusty iron hook, a heavy hammer, a strong hemp rope, and a sharp saw.

Song Ran's eyes slowly swept across these bloody weapons, and he quickly turned his mind. If they can get these weapons, it's not like they have a chance to break through... He took a deep breath: "I agree."

Zhang Hai stared at his delicate and pretty face, couldn't help but licked his lips, and said with a lewd smile: "If Assistant Song wins, you have to give me a good lick before you can leave."

Song Ran was so disgusted that she almost vomited.

Zhang Hai twitched the corners of his lips triumphantly: "Then let's start."

At this moment, Lin Feiyu suddenly trembled: "No, this kind of competition is unfair! I don't agree!"

Song Ran turned to look at Lin Feiyu, only to see Lin Feiyu's face was pale, trembling violently, and he muttered: "This is not fair, this is not fair..."

His terrified appearance seemed to please Zhang Hai greatly, and Zhang Hai couldn't help laughing a few times: "Hahaha, Lin Feiyu, you have a fucking day too! Besides, it's not fair for you to die and live?"

Lin Feiyu tremblingly said: "I, I can't see."

Zhang Hai was slightly taken aback: "What did you say?"

Lin Feiyu's face turned pale, and his body trembled: "I, I can't see, I'm blind... Mr. Zhang, please forgive me, please forgive me."

Zhang Hai squinted his small soybean eyes, couldn't help standing up, walked slowly in front of Lin Feiyu, and looked at him carefully: "Are you blind?"

Lin Feiyu whispered: "Yes."

"Put your face up."

Lin Feiyu trembled, and raised his face tremblingly.

Zhang Hai held Lin Feiyu's chin tightly with his fat hands, and carefully observed those beautiful amber eyes. After a full minute, he laughed loudly and said, "You are blind! Hahaha! The Song Group The chairman of the board is a fucking blind..."

At this moment, Lin Feiyu grabbed Zhang Hai's neckline with one hand, and with the other hand he directly pulled out the Montblanc pen from the opponent's breast pocket, and inserted it into Zhang Hai's left eye without hesitation! !

"Ah—" Zhang Hai fell on his back, screaming in pain!

The next moment, his right eye also felt a sharp pain, and he could no longer see anything!

Lin Feiyu rode on him with a soft and cruel voice: "Mr. Zhang, you are also blind."

Lin Feiyu has an excellent memory. Although he only met Zhang Hai twice before he lost his sight, he has firmly remembered Zhang Hai's dressing habits. Zhang Hai is not educated, but he likes to pretend to be a gentleman. It was a Montblanc fountain pen.

The horse boys around were all frightened and didn't move for a while.

Lin Feiyu raised his hand without hesitation, and continued to stab Zhang Hai's face and neck! !

"Ah—ah——" Zhang Hai hissed and screamed, and fumbled desperately into his arms, as if he wanted to touch the gun, but Lin Feiyu couldn't see it at all. Naturally, he didn't know the crisis in front of him, so he just kept holding the pen Stab hard at the opponent!

Song Ran came back to his senses, and immediately jumped lightly, locking Zhang Hai's throat with his arm!

"Giggle..." Zhang Hai made a terrible sound from his throat, and his hands that were groping in his arms finally dropped powerlessly, and his whole body collapsed on the ground like a dead dog.

At this moment, both eyes of this former real estate tycoon and gangster brother were bloodshot, his fat and vicious face was pierced with a pen, feces and urine flowed under his body, and a stench filled the air.

Lin Feiyu knelt on the ground quietly, his head and face were splashed with thick blood, making that handsome face almost look like a ghost, he slowly raised his head, and smiled at Song Ran: "Brother, he actually Dare to say that to you."

He was referring to the phrase "lick a lick".

At this time, Xu Mei, who was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, screamed: "You, what are you still doing in a daze? Kill them quickly! You have guns, what are you afraid of?!"

Dozens of stunned horse boys came back to their senses, they glanced at each other, and several horse boys slowly stretched their hands into their arms.

At this moment, the helicopter's "buzzing" propeller sounded faintly outside, as well as the shouting of the loudspeaker: "This is the Jiangcheng Public Security Special Police Brigade. You are surrounded. Stop criminal activities immediately and drop your weapons." , Come out with your head in your hands! Repeat, stop criminal activities immediately..."

"Oops, here comes the note!"

"Fuck him, how did the note get here? Didn't the tracker go to the suburbs?"

"Why do you care about those? The boss is dead, run!"

The tree fell and the monkeys scattered, the boys scattered, and Xu Mei also ran away like shit. Song Ran just breathed a sigh of relief when he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and a chill came straight up his spine.

There was some red light flickering between the fingers of Zhang Hai's corpse.

Song Ran stared at the flickering red light, and suddenly remembered what Zhang Hai said just now - "Even if there is any eventuality, I can die with those gangsters."

We will die together, we will die together... Song Ran suddenly shuddered, almost scrambling towards him, and ruthlessly opened Zhang Hai's stiff fingers!

Sure enough, Zhang Hai tightly held a delicate time bomb remote control in his hand. When he and Lin Feiyu were frantically fighting, what he touched in his arms was not a pistol, but this remote control!

At this moment, the dazzling bright red numbers on the remote control kept flashing: 58, 57, 56, 55...

Song Ran's chest suddenly sank - there was less than a minute left.

Lin Feiyu seemed to feel something, and said softly, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Before Song Ran could answer him, he groped around Zhang Hai and finally found a mobile phone. He quickly unlocked the mobile phone with the thumb of the corpse, and then pressed a string of mobile phone numbers.

The phone rang once, and it was connected there.

Song Ran said anxiously: "Hello, Qingshuang?"

"Yes, it's Big Brother?" Song Qingshuang tremblingly said, the voice that was originally as cold and pleasant as ice cubes hitting each other, at this moment seemed to have been polished by sandpaper, and became hoarse and trembling, "Brother, the police and I have arrived. I am following the special police brigade into the hall on the first floor, there are many of us, and the equipment is also very good, brother, don’t worry..."

Song Ran was so anxious that he shouted sharply: "Quick retreat! There are bombs!!"