Its 172: Goodbye, Boss Nie

Image conversion, from Nie Yong's photo to Nie Wuwei's photo.

"This is Nie Yong's only son, Nie Wuwei." Duan Bai came to explain, "He is Nie Yong's agent, who is responsible for communicating with the bosses of various gangs in the Hesheng League. Some time ago, there was a murder in the gang under the Sheng League. Sun Haowen, the boss of Qingshan Club, who monopolized the entertainment industry in the city, was killed because he was suspected to be under the Caotou gang of another gang in the League. The two deputies of the Qingshan Association led people to fight with the Caotou Gang. At that time, Nie Wuwei was also present and was rushed to the special police in time. Captured. However, not long ago, on his way to the police department for interrogation, he was robbed by several armed thugs. Fortunately, no police officer was injured in this incident.

Looking at the team leader, Duan Bailai had a worried expression on his face: "This is simply undisciplined and does not regard the national law as the same thing! Unexpectedly, in broad daylight, police cars were intercepted and criminals were intercepted. This kind of thing only appeared in movies before, but it didn't happen in Pennsylvania! But if you think about it more carefully, it's nothing. Because of all kinds of evidence show that it was Nie Yong who hired Russian soldiers to assassinate Cheng Guotao! He Shengmeng can even do such a thing. What is this robbery of a police car? Leaders, if we can't eradicate this Hesheng League, the public security in Pennsylvania will never be peaceful!"

Then, he motioned the operator to turn down. The photos of gang bosses appeared on the screen one by one. He explained one by one and counted the sins of these bosses. Then, the photos of Qingshan fighting with the Caotou Gang twice also appeared on the screen. Duan Bailai did not explain much, and everyone realized it. The seriousness of the problem.

"It has to be eradicated!" The team leader patted the table and said, "It's ridiculous. How is it like living in a peaceful and stable country? It's just something that only happened in troubled times! Deputy Director Duan, please prepare the specific situation of He Shengmeng, and I will report this matter to the National Police Department and apply for a large-scale anti-crime campaign in Pennsylvania!"

"Great!" Duan Bailai was very excited, as if he was happy about the future of Pennsylvania.

But in fact, he is happy about his future.

Some people are happy, but some people are not happy, such as Nie Wuwei.

In the deep mountains, there is no TV, only a radio, and the control of the radio is in the hands of "Uncle Ling". This distant uncle Ling Ruichen listens to dramas in addition to listening to storytelling every day. Nie Wuwei feels that someone is singing a big play in his head every day, which makes him have a headache during the day and can't sleep at night.

There is also something to eat. Three meals a day of white rice and stir-fried vegetables made Nie Wuwei's mouth almost fade out of the bird. Several times, he proposed to buy some meat to eat, but the old man refused on the grounds that it was too far away and waited for him to go down the mountain to sell honey.

It's okay for a day or two, but after a week in a row, Nie Wuwei really can't stand it. Early this morning, as soon as he got up, he made up his mind that he must let the old man buy some delicious food and come back, and then bring him a radio, so that he can listen to his favorite channel when he is free, instead of always following Listen to those big plays that you can't understand.

After turning around, he didn't find the old man. When he had nothing to do, he came outside. Now, he is no longer afraid of those scary-looking bees. He knows that as long as he doesn't mess with them, they won't hurt people easily, just stay away.

Climbing up the mountain road behind the house is a homework that Nie Wuwei must do every day. On the one hand, he uses this kind of activity to kill time and relax, and on the other hand, he uses this activity to maintain his physical strength. Don't wait until one day comes out of the mountain, but he can't even lift a bag of flour.

He climbed all the way to the top of the mountain and looked at the mountains and villages in the distance for a while. He was about to go down the mountain when he suddenly saw a van on the rugged mountain road in the distance. It seemed that he was going to come to Uncle Ling's beekeeping house. He couldn't help thinking, "Who will come to him?" No, maybe you'm looking for me? Is there something wrong with Ling Ruichen?"

Thinking of this, he hurried down the mountain and trotted all the way back to the cabin, waiting for the car to come. Sure enough, it wasn't long before the big white van slowly approached and stopped in front of the house.

When the door opened, a strong man in a black suit came down from the car first and nod to Nie Wuwei: "Big Nie!"

Nie Wuwei looked into the car and saw that there were seven people in black suits in it. He looked carefully at the clothes of these people and asked in a low voice, "Are you from Wu Jianyuan?"

"Yes." The first strong man to get out of the car nods, "Big Boss Wu knows that you are here. He is afraid that you will stay for a long time and be boring, so let us bring you something."

"What is it?" Nie Wuwei's eyes lit up and he looked into the car.

"That's...this!" The strong man smiled and pointed to the car. When Nie Wuwei's eyes focused on the car, he suddenly pulled out a short machete from behind and slashed Nie Wuwei's neck.

Although Nie Wuwei was unprepared, his remarkable reaction ability made him quickly dodge the knife. At the same time, he immediately grabbed the strong man's wrist. The big hand as powerful as a pliers firmly clamped the strong man's wrist. The strong man couldn't help screaming, and the machete in his hand was also It fell to the ground.

At this time, the seven people in black suits in the car also pulled out their machetes from the side of the seat and rushed out. Seeing that something was wrong, Nie Wuwei punched the strong man in the face. The strong man's nose immediately collapsed, and a row of front teeth bent inward.

When Nie Wuwei stretched out his hand to pick up the machete from the ground, a man in black had cut at him with a knife. He had to turn around and run to the back of the room. The seven men in black chased after him wildly, waving the machete in his hand and constantly greeting Nie Wuwei.

When he ran to the front of the house, Nie Wuwei finally saw something that could be used as a weapon - a spade placed by the door. He roared, reached out and put the spade in his hand. He suddenly turned around and swept over the man in black who was chasing the tightest, to the ground, but the man in black behind him did not deter him and ran to the first The two people jumped over their fallen companions and viciously cut Nie Wuwei's head.

"Bastard, come on!" Nie Wuwei roared, and the spade in his hand suddenly waved out and knocked the man down in the air. At this time, the other five rushed over and surrounded Nie Wuwei. Everyone's eyes were fierce, looking like they couldn't cut Nie Wuwei into meat mud immediately.

"Who sent you here?" Nie Wuwei was fearless and shouted harshly. A tall man in black sneered, "N Nie Wuwei, it doesn't matter who sends us here. The important thing is that you are dead this time!" With that, he rushed over, cut at Nie Wuwei with a knife in his hand.

"I'm dead?" Nie Wuwei snorted coldly, and while the spade in his hand was flying, he beat the man's machete away, and then turned his backhand to knock down another guy who wanted to take the opportunity to rush up to the ground.

"Damn, this guy is really difficult to deal with! Let's go together!" One of the remaining three people shouted, and the three people waved their knives at the same time and rushed towards Nie Wuwei. Nie Wuwei roared loudly and waved the spade. The spade sounded like a whistling wind, which sounded amazing. The three of them rushed several times, but they could not rush over.

"Come on, son of a bitch!" Nie Wuwei's eyes were shining, "When I was in my twenties, I fell down thirteen men with one person and an axe. You seven little kids are nothing!" With that, he waved his shovel and rushed to the three people. The three of them resisted with machetes and kept retreating.

The tall man in black who was beaten with the knife was killed. At this time, he picked up a machete and joined the battle group. The four people surrounded Nie Wuwei and turned around with the movement of Nie Wuwei. No one dared to easily approach this amazing and fierce guy.

"Big Nie, help!" At this moment, Uncle Ling's call came from outside the house. Then, a man in black pulled Uncle Ling, who had a blue nose and a swollen face, came out from the back of the room, forced Uncle Ling with a machete in his hand, and shouted, "Nie Wuwei, put down the shovel, or I will kill him!"

"It's up to you!" Nie Wuwei turned his head and smiled ferociously: "It's none of my business!" After saying that, he waved his spake and knocked over a man in black who thought he could take advantage of it. Looking at the three blue-faced guys, he smiled and carried the shovel on his shoulder: "Kids, you are ten years old if you want to play this kind of trick with Uncle Nie! Come on, who sent you here? As long as you say it, I will spare you one's life!"

When the voice fell, a gunshot came from behind him, and the gunshots echoed in the mountains, frightening countless sparrows.

Nie Wuwei felt that his back waist suddenly tightened, and then a heavy feeling came. That heavy feeling made him unable to wave the spade again, and even stand unsteadily. He staggered on one knee and knelt down, turned his head and looked behind him. He saw the blue-faced uncle Ling holding a pistol in his hand and pointed at him.

"Damn it, do gangsters also want to be humane?" Uncle Ling spat, "Your uncle, I have been waiting for you for at least a few days. You are in danger, but you don't even ignore me. Does this kind of guy deserve to be the boss?"

"You..." Nie Wuwei felt black in front of him and hurriedly struggled to stand up. At this time, the tall man in black had rushed over, and the machete in his hand suddenly waved it towards Nie Wuwei's neck. Nie Wuwei subconsciously turned his head in the confusion, and this knife cut on his left shoulder. He With a cry of pain, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the blade, and the other hand stretched out straight, choking the throat of the tall man in black.

"Save me!" The tall man in black struggled, making a vague cry for help. His two companions rushed up in a hurry, and the machete in his hand fell on Nie Wuwei like raindrops.

Nie Wuwei stared, gritted his teeth, and kept exerting his hands. His fingers were getting deeper and deeper on the neck of the tall man in black. Finally, the tall man was no longer able to struggle and lowered his hands and feet softly. While Nie Wuwei, while the tall man slipped from his palm, his eyes were open and fell to the side.