30. Subway, women and money

A year later, Chao's Film Co., Ltd. rented the midnight time of Bianliang Metro Line 1. There was only one month. The shooting schedule was very tight. Chao Gai, the gangster, personally came to the scene to direct and design the plot.

Mr. Da is reading the newspaper, the coffee cup is on the seat next to him, the subway has not yet entered the station, and the people around him are standing and chatting together.

"Where to eat later"

"I don't know, I didn't think about it"

"Why don't you go to your place?"

"No, you're so bad. They have to rest for a week."

......

At this time, a man in a gray gown came over, wearing a black tweed hat, carrying a canvas travel bag in his hand, green, painted with a crocodile.

He walked down the steps, stood behind a petite girl, looked around, and then went straight to Mr. Big and stopped.

Put the travel bag at his feet, then turned around, bent down, picked up the coffee cup, and took a look. When he confirmed what was inside, he said something.

"Happy cooperation!"

"Well," Mr. Da answered a word, then put down the newspaper, got up, picked up his travel bag and walked towards the subway entering the station without looking back.

The scar-faced man who sent something has been standing still, looking at the big man leaving.

The subway runs through the tunnel, which makes people feel that the time is misaligned.

Mr. Big sat there quietly, with a cigar in his mouth, and his eyes kept looking at the figure in the opposite window.

There are very few people in the car. There is only one woman, and the rest are men who have just got off work. Because they are wearing suits, ties, and the leather shoes on their feet are very bright, the big gentleman thinks they are just getting off work.

A woman's dress is very much like an international student, because she has been bowing her head, letting her healthy hair cover her face, leaning her back against the car door, and not sitting with others. Of course, this is not enough to prove that she is an international student.

However, her buttocks are very full. The bag is attached to one side of her body, one hand is huddled in front of her chest, and the other hand is carefully put on the bag, which is enough to prove that she is a working international student, because the big gentleman sees her in the subway every day, and he is very confident in his vision.

When parking, five people came up, dressed strangely, or fashionable. Walking in the front with a red turban, they looked very fierce. First, they laughed for a while, and then gathered around the door and drove away the man with glasses sitting there with their eyes.

Obviously, the red scarf boy is their head, because he sits in the middle, and people on both sides respect him.

After the subway started, the red turban stretched out its arms and put it on the backrest, and then looked at everyone in the car boredly.

When he accidentally found his prey, he got up and came to the opposite door, with one arm supporting the wall and blocking the woman in a sweatshirt inside.

Suddenly, he took out a knife, put it on her face, and gently pushed away a wisp of hair.

"Wow, so beautiful girl"

He turned around and said to his companion, "Hi, I have company tonight."

The companion of the red scarf laughed and then said indiscriminately.

"Please don't bother me. I'm just a student with no money!" She said.

"We don't want money, we want your people," said the red turban close to her face.

"No, stay away from me." She suddenly slapped the red headscarf in the mouth, which was so loud that even the big gentleman was surprised.

The bright red blood flowed out, and the red scarf grinned. Then, it suddenly grabbed the woman's hair and made her body tilted to one side.

and threatened in her ear, "Do you know who I am?"

"Get out of here!" The woman suddenly raised her knees and bumped between the legs of the red headscarf. There was a scream, and the companions of the red headscarf were stunned and sighed at the same time.

The next moment, the woman raised her face, the red scarf held her hair, and the cold knife lay across her flawless neck.

"Do you want to taste the feeling of cutting your throat with a knife?"

The woman's eyes were full of anger and despair. She spat at him and said the last sentence, "Get out of here!"

The red turban suddenly raised the knife and pointed the tip of the knife to the woman's throat when he was about to kill her.

The big gentleman stood up, opened his windbreaker, and stood opposite the red turban with a cigarette in his hand.

" Let go of her," said the old gentleman.

When the red scarf heard someone talking next to him, he quickly stopped and turned his head to look at the nosy man angrily, "Damn it, which green onion are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am," said the gentleman calmly with one hand behind his back.

"Damn it, I don't care who you are. This is my territory. Don't mind your own business." The red turban turned the tip of the knife and aimed it at the big gentleman.

"If I tell you who I am, can you let her go?" The big gentleman said with confidence.

"Damn, do you really think you are a god?" The red turban shook his hand violently, threw the woman to the ground, and then walked towards Mr. Da.

"Let me tell you a story, kid!"

At this time, the door behind the red turban opened, and a strong man came in. When he saw the big man, he suddenly took out a gun from his arms.

At the same time, the big gentleman subdued the red turban with lightning speed, blocked him in front of his chest, and then stretched out from the waist of the red turban with a large gun in his left hand.

"This is my story, child"

The big gentleman suddenly pulled the trigger, with a bang, a bullet rushed out of the barrel and hit the right eye of the thick man in an instant. Then his body flew backwards and hit the door, and his brain splashed.

The red headscarf screamed, because the man opposite him also fired a shot, and the bullet hit him in his right leg. He was in terrible pain, as if the bone had been broken.

There was a cold sound of footsteps behind him, which was the sound of kicking from his heels hitting the ground.

The big gentleman suddenly turned around with a red turban and didn't have to aim at all, bang...

Another shot hit the man who sneaked him from behind and lay on the ground. Before he died, the submachine gun in the man's hand fired five deadly bullets, one hit the red scarf on the shoulder, one flew close to the big gentleman's face, and three shots at their feet, bursting a dazzling spark.

The people in the car screamed, because the more tragic gunfight began, and several figures suddenly gushed out in the two carriages. They rushed to kill Mr. Da with all kinds of guns in their hands.

The big gentleman reached out and pushed the red scarf out and threw out the red scarf. Then, he squatted down and turned around. In an instant, he pulled out two mini submachine guns from the windbreaker, one in one hand, and opened fire at the same time. The golden light suddenly appeared, and the bullet poured out. The sound of gunfire was endless, shaking the ears buzzing.

But for Mr. Da, this is a test, and life and death are at this moment.

The big gentleman kept turning around and shooting, letting the bullets fly as much as they were. Several deadly bullets flew towards him, but they all passed him by.

Some people keep falling down at both ends of the carriage, and blood splashes,

The roaring bullet pierced the head, broke the ribs, crashed the teeth, made people fly, and fell heavily.

After five minutes,

The big gentleman lay on the ground, and a bald corpse stepped on the ground came over. He was naked, his body was bloody, and even his jeans were stained red, but it was not his blood, it was his companion's.

The big gentleman held a knife and looked at him. He was bald and laughed, "Damn it, I knew that one day I could be the boss. Do you want to compete with a knife and a gun?"

"Yes!" The big gentleman suddenly pressed the switch on the handle of the knife, and the knife shot out like a rocket, cutting off the bald neck in the blink of an eye.

The bald man covered his neck with his hands and slowly knelt down to stop the blood, but the blood surged like a spring, and it didn't work.

The eldest gentleman struggled to get up from the ground and told the bald man: "The price of peace is war. Since you want to go to war, you have to be prepared to sacrifice!"

When he arrived at the station, Mr. Big picked up his travel bag, patted the woman huddled in the corner, and gently said to her, "Son, come with me. This is not your world!"

So, the woman followed the big man out of the subway and disappeared on the empty platform.

"Can you say something?" Liu Tang asked.

"Of course, you are my partner," Chao Gai replied.

"I think it should be called a red headscarf to tear a woman's clothes. It's better to expose her breasts and thighs. Then, if the big gentleman comes out again, it's better to beat him up first," Liu Tang bit the chocolate bar and said.

"Good idea, I think I should add some more ingredients," Chao Gai said.

"For example?" Liu Tang made a gesture.

"Maybe I should give that woman a gun," Chao Gai thought.

"Why do you give a gun to a woman?" Liu Tang asked.

"Because I have a feeling that she and I are together," Chao Gai said with a cigar in his head.

"Yes, the actor Amei is good. I think she should become our permanent member." Liu Tang nodded.

"Well, that's it. Let Amei join our Chao's Film!!!"

Then, Chao Gai threw the cigar into the coffee cup.