Chapter 225: Emerging...1 Stick
"Helmsman, look over there, what are those women doing together?"
Zhao Xiaoyue took a quick glance and said, "It might be that celebrity. His fans are asking for his autograph."
Zhang Xiaomeng is not interested in flashy stars, so he said: "These people are so boring, what's there to chase after in stars?"
"Everyone has his own preferences. You may not understand them, but you must respect them."
After Situ Ming coldly called Wang Biao to drive away these fluttering moth-like women, he was disappointed to find that the person he was waiting for had left without knowing when.
Zhao Xiaoyue and Zhang Xiaomeng took a detour when they were walking towards the small apartment.
"Helmsman, it's getting dark now. Do we really want to take this highway? The Coastal Highway is no joke."
Zhao Xiaoyue: "Don't you want to know who is following us? If we go around in a circle, won't we find out?"
Zhang Xiaomeng asked while steering, "What if this is the same group of people from last time?"
"Lead them to an uninhabited area, and then we'll find out after asking them!"
"Yeah," Zhang Xiaomeng nodded, "That's right, then let's go to Lane 7, Harbor Sixth Street Pier. It's quiet over there."
"Walk."
Alley No. 7 at Pier 6th Street in the Harbor is, to put it bluntly, a place where gangsters gather. But this place is bustling during the day, but there is not even a ghost at night.
It is said that many people died in this place before, and it is a mass grave or something like that. Anyway, it is very scary.
Ordinary thugs won't stay here for long, especially at night.
Last time, in order to verify that they were being followed, they took the Huanhai Elevated Highway to reach the city.
That time was during the day, and now I am walking here again at night. There is no sound of cars, not even a single insect.
When the car stopped at Lane 7, I didn't see any cars following behind.
"Helm, they won't not come in, will they?"
"Go inside and take a look."
Zhang Xiaomeng shrank back, "How can this dark and gloomy place get any better?"
Zhao Xiaoyue had changed out of her blue skirt and put on her white T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Her hair was a little long, so she tied it into a ponytail.
"When I see you like this, I know you haven't experienced the beatings of society. Don't you know that humans are much scarier than ghosts?"
"Ah? Oh!"
Zhang Xiaomeng...how should I put it? To use the ancient terminology, this guy is a family-born child, but both his parents are dead.
He has lived with uncles and aunts in the gang since he was a child, and can be said to have grown up eating at many people's homes, so he feels that there are good people everywhere.
Later, after training and competition, he became Zhao Xiaoyue's personal driver.
With the help of the faint moonlight, they came to a particularly empty square.
"Is this the place known as the mass grave?" Zhao Xiaoyue looked around curiously.
Zhang Xiaomeng felt a little cold. "Yes, there is a gathering here during the day, but it is just some petty thieves who come here to trade. There is no one at night."
He shuddered as he spoke, "There is an abandoned factory on the left. It used to be a tire recycling plant, but it later closed down."
"They're coming in."
In the empty old factory building, Zhang Xiaomeng and Zhao Xiaoyue hid at the corner of the stairs. With the dim moonlight, they could roughly see seventeen or eighteen burly men coming in from the door.
The factory building was empty except for the stairs leading to the second floor.
The leader was a man wearing a white robe, which completely covered his head, so his face could not be seen at all.
The rest were thugs, with yellow, black, and white skin colors.
Zhao Xiaoyue exclaimed, "Wow! The three lucky treasures?"
Zhang Xiaomeng: "The Three Lucky Treasures? Who are they? Are they very powerful?"
Zhao Xiaoyue: "It's not your character to ask questions."
Oh, then he won’t ask.
The man in white robe gave orders and the thugs scattered to search.
The stairs to the second floor were quickly locked.
"Do they have weapons?"
Zhao Xiaoyue looked at the big guy like an idiot, "Do you think they are as law-abiding as I am?"
"Then what should we do?" Zhang Xiaomeng asked, "We don't have a golden bell or an iron vest!"
Zhao Xiaoyue took a look at the terrain. It was very nice and open. If they went out, they would be sitting ducks.
"Go up to the second floor."
The machine tools are arranged on the second floor, and there are also many iron racks.
Mr. Zhao found a handy iron rod and tried the feel of it. It was just the right weight, neither too light nor too heavy.
She handed Zhang Xiaomeng a cigarette and said, "One of you should guard one side of the door and knock the person unconscious."
"What if the knock is too heavy and he dies?"
Zhao Xiaoyue: "Let Brother Tao handle it. What else can we do? Most of these people are illegal immigrants. Do you think anyone will investigate? What good are you thinking?"
The metal stairs made a clanging sound.
Show up... hit him with a stick and drag him away!
If you show up again... hit him with a stick and drag him away!
The people at the back stopped, and the remaining eleven or twelve people swarmed in.
As soon as he entered, he started shooting randomly.
The bullets collided with steel, making a loud clanging sound.
Phew~~
so close!
The motorboat that the helmsman promised him has not yet been delivered, so he can't just die like this.
The dozen or so people underground searched around but couldn't find anyone, so they all moved slowly with their backs to each other.
They were sure that the person the boss wanted to kill was in this house.
Zhao Xiaoyue held the horizontal bar in the air with one hand, pressed against the wall, and threw the iron rod to the other side with the other hand.
Bang, bang, bang!
This sound made the hairs of more than a dozen people stand on end.
Another round of free shooting.
For example, a gun has a certain number of bullets.
Zhang Xiaomeng blinked his eyes. It’s almost done!
Zhao Xiaoyue twisted her lips twice, but she was still a little short of the mark.
then……
Clank, clank, clank~
A group of big men fired a burst of shots to the right.
Well, some guns have become decorations.
Then it's their turn to perform.
The man in white robe only heard various noises from above, but did not see anyone coming down to report the situation, so his face became solemn.
The person who posted the message said that this woman is very difficult to kill.
Is it...
Thinking of something, he leisurely turned around and walked out of the factory, glanced at the factory where the black lacquerware was still making noises, and left quickly.
"Helm, I counted, one missing."
Zhao Xiaoyue rubbed the blood that accidentally stained her hands onto those people and frowned in disgust.
"The white robe ran away!"
Zhang Xiaomeng stood up at once, "What should we do? Don't let him go back and report the news."
"What to do with these people?"
Zhang Xiaomeng is very depressed now. There are more than a dozen people here, and they are speaking all kinds of languages, which is totally incomprehensible!
It’s like every place has its own dialect, who can understand it?
"What else can I do? Go back!"
Mr. Zhao walked back slowly. What a shame. Every time it’s a triangle cat. When can they send a normal one?
"Well, could it be that these people are the natives from Mount Kili, and they are planning to take over our mine because they have set their sights on it?"
Zhao Xiaoyue shook her head. "No! I haven't been in Mount Qili before. If I want the mine, shouldn't I go to Geng Qiusheng and his team? There's something fishy about this."
"These people are like flies. But, at the helm, your moves are really powerful."
As he spoke, he imitated a few moves.
"Master created the Vajra Bagua Palm, which is passed down to girls, not boys. Forget about it!"
"Which master are you? Master Pu Liu?"
"Why, are you the interstellar manager of the galaxy? You are in charge of so many things!"
Ok.
But it was another day of worship at the helm.
The commotion ended when daybreak came.