Chapter 047 Breaking into an abandoned factory

Somehow, after receiving this phone call, the originally nervous weekend suddenly calmed down, just like when he was in the fourth grade of primary school, when he used the handle of a mop to pick the whole class of boys alone in the sixth grade.

To be honest, at that time, the whole class of boys in the sixth grade lay outside the women's toilet and peeked at their sister's toilet on weekends. They were just joking and could not be seen at all. But he was angry on the weekend, so he did the feat of picking the sixth grade alone. Although he was killed as soon as he rushed out, to be honest, he was really not afraid at that time.

"What did the other party say?" When he returned the phone to A Wei on the weekend, A Wei asked solemnly.

"Meet at the abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city for half an hour later." While talking on the weekend, I have stood up from the sofa.

In fact, he is quite tall on weekends, but he is usually used to bowing his body slightly, and his body is thin and weak, which gives him the illusion of weakness. When he stands up like this, he has a kind of oppression.

"I'll gather my brother, no matter who the other party is, do it!" Feeling the sudden pressure from the weekend, A Wei did not dare to stop and hurriedly got up.

"Awei!" Seeing that A Wei was going to open the curtain of the booth, he stopped him on the weekend, "I'll go by myself and let the brothers guard their territory." After saying that, A Wei opened the curtain first on the weekend and went out alone. He left in a hurry and even forgot the rusty firewood knife.

Looking at the walking posture on the weekend, the outer eight characters, the crab step, how to look like the original *.

But they are burly. When they walk like this, they feel powerful and domineering, but they are too weak on weekends, giving people a sense of non-nonsence.

Of course, there is a kind of desolation hidden in this unparalleled pace.

Somehow, A Wei suddenly thought of a person, the swordsman who stabbed Qin.

"Big..." A Wei stood at the door of the booth and suddenly said loudly to the weekend who had walked to the door of the AC bar, "Brothers, wait for you to come back and have a drink!"

I don't know if A Wei was scared when he said this on the weekend or the floor was too slippery. On the weekend, he tripped his right foot without warning and almost fell to the ground.

"Your mother, fuck!" There are weekend scolding outside the AC bar. How vulgar and vulgar it is, but the most important thing is to be unpretentious.

That morning, a young man wearing a school uniform and used to walking in his pants pocket set out from the AC bar and stumbled to the abandoned factory on the outskirts of Kangcheng.

The abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city is just like being forgotten by the world. Few people will come to this place, especially the morning news report on Kangcheng TV not long ago that people died here.

Standing on the empty playground of the abandoned factory, I used a pebble here not long ago to fight with countless people I didn't know.

That night was noisy, shouting, screaming and scolding, but now, everything has gone to dust, and everything has quieted down from the moment * fell to the ground.

Standing under the sun, there is a cool feeling on the back of the weekend. I don't know whether I'm afraid of the soul of * or the thick bass I called before.

In the final analysis, the weekend is just a young man under the age of 20, about the same age as him, either playing games in the university dormitory or pointing fingers in the family business. No matter how bad it is, he is also bragging and farting in small companies. But he is about to face a group that wants him to die.

So far, his mind has been empty on weekends. He doesn't know who is dealing with him at all, and he doesn't know what he should wait for when he comes down. He doesn't even know if he can get out of this abandoned factory.

However, it is certain that if he doesn't come, he will not be able to sit in the chair of the three masters of the Tiger Head Gang. He will be ruthlessly thrown off the horse by the group of Li Haotian and Lu Shuaijie, and from then on he will be beaten back to his original shape. Even with his character, he has no face to stay in the baby travel agency.

So, in order to clenched the things in my hand, I bravely came on the weekend.

This world is like this. The things you are afraid of will not stay away from you because of your timidity and retreat. On the contrary, the softer you are, the more cowardly you are, the more such things will follow, and you can't lose them.

Raise your feet and kick open the already rotten iron door of the abandoned factory.

With a stench of corruption, he stood at the gate of the abandoned factory on the weekend. His shadow was pulled very long because of the sunlight outside the door, reflected in the dark factory, distorted and unreal.

There is still dust falling on the door frame, just like snow, falling on the old school uniform on the weekend. The young man held a cigarette and glanced at everything in the factory with his clean and simple eyes.

The huge factory building is as empty as the yard outside the factory building. A thick dust has accumulated on the ground, which is originally quite harmonious. However, the footprints with teeth and claws on the ground have destroyed this abandoned decadence. Just looking at the large and small footprints on the ground, I dare to conclude on weekends that the number of the other party is at least 20. People.

"Big..." In the center of the factory is an iron lock, which has been extending from the corridor on the second floor. When the iron door is opened on weekends, the chain with such a thick wrist makes a crisp sound.

The person hanging on the chain has a blue nose and a swollen face, but he is burly, shaved a clean board inch, wears a black close-fitting vest, and is covered with explosive muscle blocks.

This person is Zhang Zhiwei from AC Bar.

Zhang Zhiwei, who was hung in the factory by the chain, was like a kite, and his facial muscles were twisted. Especially when he saw the weekend, his facial expression was richer and he swayed in the void.

I noticed that Zhang Zhiwei had a knife inserted into his left and right shoulder blades. He didn't say a word on the weekend, but looked at Zhang Zhiwei and shook his head slightly.

On the emotional weekend, I saw the weekend shaking my head. I understood it, focused my head, and then didn't struggle, silently endured the tingling from my shoulder blades.

Seeing that Zhang Zhiwei was no longer struggling, he seemed satisfied on the weekend and showed a more honest smile.

Such an expression, dressed like this, stands at the door of the old factory building, and looks extremely disparable in the face of the tide-like enemies pouring down the corridor on the second floor.

After a pause, he raised his head over the weekend and tried to walk into the factory.

When I was about to lift my feet on the weekend, the back of my head was resisted by something cold.

When he was a child, Zhou's father and mother would buy a toy gun for weekends, like his tall one.

After being sensible, he had a certain understanding of guns through TV and self-study. But in the final analysis, he has never really come into contact with guns.

So, when the back of his head was held against the cold thing, his first thought was not to be a gun until he heard the other party say with that thick bass: "Don't move, or I'll blow your head!"

Gun!

It's a real gun against the back of your head! As long as the other party pulls the trigger, your head will bloom.

When the image of the gun hit the weekend's mind, at that moment, the weekend almost squatted down reflexively and hugged his head.

Weekend is just a young man with no money, power and power. Now, when he is less than 20 years old, his life circle is too small and he has too little experience, so much that when he first faced the deadly devil, his legs are soft, the kind of legs that he can't even lift a breath, and even his head is stunned and buzzing.

It seemed that I had thought of what happened after the trigger was pulled. There was a gunshot, blood splashed everywhere, and I fell to the ground and was no longer conscious. Zhou's father and mother couldn't bear the pain of white-haired people sending black-haired people and died of depression. Because my sister didn't have her own protection, she married a big-bellied upstart because of the oppression of life before she graduated from college, and she suffered the destruction of a big fat man at night...

"Although it's the first time someone put a gun against my head, but..." Weekend took down the cigarette in his mouth and said in a secluded tone, "I hate it when people put a gun against my head!"

It is hard to imagine that a young man who is so afraid of death will stand up when he is facing the back of his head with a gun, and his voice is like a wounded tiger roaring. Moreover, when he said this, he actually tried to turn around to see who was holding the gun against him.

The latter failed to let him succeed. Almost on the weekend, when he was about to grit his teeth and turn around, he kicked the calf of the weekend.

"Damn, do you really think you are the boss?" The latter staggered into the factory on an unprepared weekend and shouted in a low voice, "Kle this boy first!"

The people who came down from the second floor were all fierce, holding a knife and the steel stick. After listening to what the big fat man with a gun at the door said, they couldn't help swarming to the weekend when they didn't have time to stand firm.

First, he was hit in the abdomen by a steel stick. On the weekend, he was about to stand still. He raised his hand and was about to grab the steel stick, but as soon as his hand was stretched out, the back of his hand was cut by a big knife. At the same time, his back was severely kicked, and blunt tools such as wooden sticks hit the back on the weekend.

After all, he is not a fierce general who can defeat a hundred on the weekend, not a knight with peerless martial arts. Although he supported himself, he was finally beaten to the ground.

I have always believed that after being knocked down on weekends when my face is as important as dignity, I am always used to curling up on the ground and holding my head in my hands, for fear that my handsome face will be disfigured.

Obviously, the other party was a killer, which can be seen from the strength of the sticks and fists and feet that hit the weekend. The other party did not knock the weekend to the ground and stop, but obeyed what the fat man with a gun said: Disabled! Therefore, you can imagine the damage you suffered on the weekend.

The other party exerted attack power on him, at least ten times when his daughter's red hair salon, Morvan's group beat him ten times.

However, even under such devastating destruction, while covering his head on the weekend, he did not forget to peek at the big fat man standing at the door along his fingers!

Even if I felt that I was about to die, I still didn't give up the opportunity on the weekend. For nothing else, just for a breath of unruly anger in my heart, just for what he said on the high platform:

"I am a villain. Although I come from a humble background and have nothing*, I am decisive and fierce.

Those who have done or tried to do with me, no matter how deep they are, how strong they are, and how many brothers they have, I will bring them out to work one by one, even if I am an illiterate and poor man who is afraid of heights and blood!"

Through my fingers and through my fingertips, I saw the big fat man standing at the door of the factory on the weekend.

What surprised the weekend was that although the big fat man was burly and more like a personal tank than * and Huang Hui, he did not have the majesty of a horizontal knife or fierce fierce, even if he held a cold pistol in his hand.

"How could it be him?" When I saw the big fat man's face with a basin, the pupils of the weekend suddenly shrank, as if they had seen a ghost.