Chapter 22 Paralysis, Where Is the Car?

The car lights were so bright that the old man and Feng Jun, who were illuminated by the light beam, squinted their eyes together.

The old man was the first to react. Although his eyes were dim, he still shouted immediately, "It's those little bastards!"

Feng Jun's reaction was not slow, "Hey, are they those speedsters?"

Zhengyang, like other second-tier cities, also has adventurous speedsters who ride high-power modified motorcycles. Every night, there are a large number of people racing on the outer ring road. To increase the excitement, there are gambling odds.

These people are not necessarily bad, but they are absolutely unscrupulous in their actions. A while ago, the police just busted a racing gang because they had a beautiful motorcycle girl sitting in the back seat while they were racing.

The motorcycle girls not only test their driving skills, but also serve as a bet for drag racing: the winner gets to go.

That's right, it's winner-take-all, not winner-take-all, and it's done in full view of the public.

To the police, this was absolutely unbearable. A man who gathered a crowd for promiscuity and committed crimes was so stubborn that he did not run away.

But why did these energetic guys think of coming here?

The next moment, the old man sighed, "These little bastards, are you thinking of causing trouble to me?"

These guys really came to cause trouble. Immediately afterwards, several ropes were thrown over, with iron grabs tied to the top of the ropes, and they firmly grasped the iron fence door.

Feng Jun also understood what the other party wanted to do, so he asked, "I said, won't you call the police?"

"Calling the police is useless!" the old man said in a foul voice, with a strong sense of helplessness in his tone, "A bunch of brats, they may not even be eighteen years old, and their families all have spare money, so they can't be locked up for one night and then released..." If you really call the police, they will come to cause trouble every now and then."

After hearing this explanation, Feng Jun also gave up the idea of ​​helping call the police. The old man himself had given up. Why should he imitate Lei Feng?

In fact, the old man's failure to close the switch caused great inconvenience to him. He was not a good person who repaid evil with kindness.

So he just smiled and asked, "You know a lot about these guys?"

The old man snorted angrily, "We in Xiaowu Village only have a few such prodigal sons."

Feng Jun now understood that Xiaowu Village was a village that was urbanized relatively early and was in a good location. The villagers there were quite wealthy.

After several iron grabbers grabbed the iron door, a huge roar sounded again, and the motorcycles quickly moved away.

Immediately afterwards, several ropes tied with iron grips tightened in an instant, pulling hard on the iron door.

At this moment, it was like going back to ancient times, when nomads used horse power to drag fences to break through the defense.

To be honest, this kind of behavior is suspected of being pretentious. The iron gate of the factory is old, and the wall that fixes the gate is loose. Three or four young men can knock it over if they hit it hard. If you pull it with a motorcycle, it will be easily damaged. locomotive.

However, isn't the reason why these little brats play with speeding cars just to show off?

Several ropes worked together, and the iron fence door shook and fell to the ground with a loud noise.

"Isn't this too unreserved?" Feng Jun was a little dumbfounded. With such a big iron gate, it would be better to put up a little resistance.

The speedsters let out a cheer, turned the front of their cars, and then turned back together.

Bright lights shone unscrupulously into the factory, accompanied by the roar of huge motors.

Obviously, these guys are so bold that they are not in a hurry to escape. Once they decide to escape, no one else will be able to catch up.

Two motorcycles stalled, and four young people, three men and one woman, came over.

The two men were holding nunchucks in their hands. The woman was wearing a tight black vest, denim hot pants, and a wide belt at the waist, studded with shiny rivets, exposing her two big white legs.

This is a typical little girl's attire. The makeup on her face is so thick that even her mother might not recognize her here.

The old man couldn't help but mutter, "If my daughter dares to dress like this, I will hang her up and beat her!"

However, these four were the ones who planned to slap us in the face. A muscular boy with a crew cut spoke up, his face full of savagery, "Old man, if you don't turn on the street lights, are you planning to cause us to have a car accident?"

The old man took two steps back, picked up the shovel at the door of the room, and then sneered, "Come on, can you try using your hands?"

Just by looking at his unambiguous look, you know that what he said is serious. After all, he is a master who came from the turbulent times. Despite his age, he is really not afraid of risking his life at all.

The four young men were all stunned. The nunchucks were much shorter than shovels. If they really wanted to fight, wouldn't it be dangerous?

A young man shouted, "Where's Feizhua? Fuck this old man!"

The nunchucks are no match for a shovel, but the rope he grabs is very long, allowing him to attack from a distance.

Of course the old man also knew that once the shovel was caught in the flying catch, he would be doomed, so he shouted, "You dare to damage public property? College students, please call the police."

There was no reason why we couldn't call the police just now. Now that the door has been pulled down, we can call the police.

The woman glared at Feng Jun fiercely, "Boy, it's none of your business. Don't be shameless."

Feng Jun was just watching the fun - neither of them were good people, but when he heard this, he was disgusted.

However, he was too lazy to steal the camera, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the door unsteadily.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the old man raised his brows angrily, but soon he accepted the reality: there were so many people on the other side, and the college student was just a tenant, so why should he ask others to get involved?

However, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Compared with our time, young people today are really less bloody.

Xiao Pingtou walked forward with his nunchucks, not looking at the shovel, only staring at the old man, "I'll give you two ways, the first is to obediently close the switch, the second is for us to beat you After a while, I force you to turn off the switch."

The old man snorted coldly, "I am the Sixth Master of Xiaowu Village. You little bastards... are you trying to touch your Sixth Master?"

Xiaowu Village is a well-known rich village, and the villagers tend to stick together. Most people don't want to mess with wealthy and clumsy groups.

Xiao Pingtou was startled at first, and then laughed, "Sixth Master? I've never heard of that, but Sixth Master...can you promise that you won't walk at night again?"

I don’t know how good you are, so I don’t need to hit you now, but if someone slaps you while walking at night in the future, don’t complain!

The old man understood this threat very well. The speedsters were really hard to guard against. Zheng Yang and the speedsters were just speedsters. Many of the speedsters in the southern cities were "hand-chopping gangs."

That's not the kind of hand-chopping that you get when you buy something online on Taotao. It's a speeding car grab, and the person being robbed refuses to let go, so he might really get his hands chopped off.

He really couldn't bear to be cared about by such a master. At his age, he was also a little deaf and his powers of observation were no longer good.

The old man snorted coldly, "In our Xiaowu Village, there are many children playing with cars."

"There are no masters in Xiaowu Village," Xiao Pingtou commented casually.

However, he didn’t want to really offend the people in Xiaowu Village, especially since the old man seemed to be a figure, so he spoke calmly, “Old man, this woman is my wife, please give me face today and close the gate. I won’t even come.”

Although the old man has a bad temper and is not shy about hitting and killing, in fact, most people who came from that era are well versed in the art of making choices.

He nodded slightly, "Wouldn't it be over if I said this earlier? I can give you this face, but...whose family does this girl belong to?"

"Old man, you don't know what to do!" the little girl yelled, "Why are you asking me? Do you want to sleep with me?"

"Zhou Cao, don't spit shit with your mouth!" The old man also got angry, "If I had a daughter like you, I would beat her to death!"

"Being your daughter? You're so beautiful," the little girl sneered, "Smell my underwear for you, you're celebrating the New Year!"

"Okay," Little Flathead finally spoke out, he spoke impatiently, "Are you done? If you keep making noise, I'll turn around and leave!"

The little girl suddenly fell silent, and the old man muttered, "The door has been pulled off, and you are still so angry..."

After mumbling about it, the old man walked to the back of the house, opened the distribution box, and closed the switch blade.

With a muffled sound, there was light in an instant, especially at the entrance of the factory. Several street lights lit up, illuminating the silhouettes of the six motorcycle gangsters.

Seeing that their goal was achieved, the four people whistled, turned around and ran out the door, "Run!"

This is the hateful thing about the speedsters. They come and go at the drop of a hat, and they move quickly and elusively.

But the next moment, Xiao Pingtou stopped in shock, "Where's the car that paralyzes... Labor and Management?"

Another young man also screamed, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net "Zhou Cao... where is my car?"

The four people got off two motorcycles, next to them were other riders, but now at a glance, there were only six cars, all with riders on them.

"What a ghost!" Xiao Pingtou looked around, "Someone rode away?"

They turned off the car when they got out of the car, but they didn't remove the car key, just to make it easier to escape.

"It's impossible," the rider next to him shook his head, "There are so many living people here."

Xiao Pingtou looked forward and saw a young man walking out with his head lowered, stroking his mobile phone, and shouted, "That boy, stop!"

"You're yelling at me!" Feng Jun put the phone in his pocket, turned around and scolded, "You're a donkey?"

"Nary, can you say that again?" the little girl shouted, "You're tired of living, aren't you?"

"Come on, come on, I'm tired of living," Feng Jun laughed angrily, "Let me see which of you can take my life away!"

"Okay," Xiaopingtou was very sensible. He waved his hand and spoke in a deep voice, "I don't have time to argue with you, so I just want to ask you... have you seen my motorcycle?"

The motorcycle gang is very arrogant and acts unscrupulously, but it is impossible to kill people at every turn. Then it is not the motorcycle gang, but the underworld. These young people are a little more energetic, but it does not mean that they have no brains.

In fact, those who play this game are wandering on the edge of the rules, and their IQs are still above the average level. They know very well that drag racing is not a big deal, but if drag racing is involved in gangs, it is a big deal.

Xiao Pingtou spoke sincerely, "My car is worth 800,000 yuan. If you can provide me with clues to find it, I will give you 100,000 yuan!"

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