Chapter 224 Just kill the big villain who is buried

The weekend did not really disappear, but only because he moved too fast, which exceeded the maximum limit that the human eye could recognize, so he seemed to disappear out of thin air.

Of course, there is no car around at this time, and there is no fear that someone will find out if they make such a shocking move on the weekend.

At this time, Dulong's hands and feet are hanging on the steel plate of the chassis of the big truck, like a monkey fishing for the moon with treetops upside down.

Dulong is secretly proud that he can escape from the sight of the weekend in an instant. In his opinion, a young man with dark energy is as good as a demon with a thousand years of Taoism. Although the task of assassinating the fire meteor failed temporarily, as long as he escapes from the palm of the weekend, he can continue to find Almost killing fire meteors, isn't it? As long as he kills the fire meteor, all 100,000 yuan of wealth will belong to his purse, and the two companions will not get a penny.

Just as Dulong was thinking about where to go after getting 100,000 soft coins, he suddenly felt a hurricane behind him. When the truck was driving, the speed was already fast, and there was always a strong wind blowing under the chassis, but this sudden hurricane was even more violent, if it hadn't been for Dulong's body. His body is too strong, and his limbs hanging on the steel plate are as tough as steel bars. He is expected to be hit by the tires of the big truck by this sudden hurricane. If that's the case, there is only one word waiting for him: die!

Dulong, who had lingering fear, couldn't help sighing and looking back at the direction of the hurricane. It didn't look good. At a glance, Dulong was shocked.

Weekend followed him like a ghost. At this time, the weekend with a cigarette in his mouth was beside him. It was the same as the Dulong, and the weekend was also hung upside down on the steel plate of the chassis. However, he only hung on his feet, and his hands were still leisurely fiddling with the cigarettes on his mouth.

"Brother, do you want to smoke one?" After taking the cigarette butt in his mouth and flicking the ashes in his hand, he lightly took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Dulong on the weekend hanging upside down.

"Ah, I'll go..." Dulong suddenly saw that the weekend was beside him. He was so scared that his hands hanging on the steel plate couldn't be grasped.

The upper body fell to the ground in an instant. At this time, the truck was still moving at a rapid speed, and the highway was rapidly regressing. If Dulong's upper body fell to the ground, it was estimated that his upper body could be rubbed and rolled over. As for his head, it was bound to be removed.

Just when Dulong thought he was about to die so aggrievedly, the hand handed to Dulong with a cigarette on the weekend suddenly threw like a whip on Dulong's chest that almost fell to the ground.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Dulong was hit hard on the chassis of the truck by a whip on the weekend.

On the weekend, Dulong almost didn't breathe at the moment he was hit. His back hit the hard chassis heavily, and there was another muffled sound.

"Uh..." Dulong felt that his waist was about to get out of his back. He wanted to shout in pain, but he couldn't stand the pain caused by the swing of his waist. His eyes turned over and almost didn't breathe. Dulong opened his mouth to say something to the weekend, but in the end, he could only He took a deep breath.

"Don't thank me. You are my little brother. When my little brother is in danger, I, the boss, should help." On the weekend, I don't care whether Dulong wants to thank himself or not, and throws such a sentence to Dulong with a smile.

"I'm going to scold you, okay? Grass, your chest was almost broken by you!" After such a while, Dulong finally calmed down. He opened his mouth and scolded the weekend. At the same time, he hung up and kicked the weekend's lower plate. "Second Olympic, I don't want to hang out with you. You should die far away."

"Your mouth is still very powerful. It seems that I won't teach you a lesson. You don't know how powerful your boss is!" Almost at the same time, the solilox also kicked out on the weekend.

The two kicked each other like nothing on the weekend, while Dulong was in pain. He felt that it was not the weekend's leg, but the steel plate.

kicked out, and then the second foot of the weekend swept again. Although Dulong's leg was kicked painfully, he could still barely cope with it and raise his foot to block it.

K!

The two feet kicked together again, and nothing happened on the weekend, but Dulong was miserable. The pain in the kicked part was even more violent than the previous foot. If it hadn't been for the fact that he had to fall under the chassis of the big truck at any time, Dulong would have almost closed his eyes in pain.

He was addicted to flying feet on the weekend, and he didn't care whether Dulong could stand it. He greeted Dulong's body one by one, and the attack speed was getting faster and faster. He could kick Dulong's legs with each foot. At first, Dulong could still hold on, but after receiving more than ten kicks in a row, he found that he was about to pass away. So, he quickly begged for mercy: " boss, stop fighting. I'll hang out with you and really hang out with you."

"Hey!" The weekend smiled and said, "I haven't had a good time yet. I will continue to fight whether you hang out with me or not." After saying this, he kicked Dulong again. This time, he kicked more fiercely. He kicked Dulong down and cried for his father and mother. He was about to cry, just like a little girl who was stripped naked on the weekend.

It happened that at this time, the speed of the big truck suddenly slowed down. On the weekend, I looked along the chassis of the car. There was a gas station not far ahead. Obviously, the big truck was going to refuel at the gas station.

The closer it is to the gas station, the slower the speed of the truck. By 30 or 40 meters away from the gas station, the speed of the truck is only equivalent to the speed of ordinary people.

Immediately, he kicked Dulong's body again on the weekend. His kick was on Dulong's lower abdomen, and his strength was very clever. After being hit by this kick, Dulong only felt that his whole body could not be lifted. His hands and feet hanging on the chassis were immediately loosened, and his whole person fell to the ground gently and coincidentally.

It also landed on the ground with one foot on the weekend.

A second later, the truck entered the gas station, while the two big men, Dulong, lay on their backs on the ground. One gasped heavily, had a feeling of escaping from death, with a tired face, while the other had spare time to smoke, smoking while looking at the starry sky above his head.

After a while, when he finished smoking a cigarette on the weekend, he turned over and stood up, bent down to hold Dulong's left leg, and then walked around step by step, as if he were dragging a sack. Fortunately, there was not even a ghost on the road in the middle of the night, otherwise the good man should call the police to say that he was sadistic on the weekend.

"What I say never changes. I said that if you want to hang out with me, you have to hang out with me." On the weekend, he dragged the dragon lying on the ground and said as he walked, as if he were talking to himself.

"You don't know the killer industry. If I change jobs, I will be killed by a stronger killer hired by my boss."

"That's good. I'll treat you as bait and specialize in fishing for more powerful killers."

"Then I will be killed."

"If you don't promise me, I will kill you."

"Uh..." Dulong rolled his eyes and was almost overstepped by what he said on the weekend.

After the coercion, he began to lure Dulong: "In the second kill hall, you are just a little boy who has never seen a boss, but with me, I can let you be the boss, and I can even assure you that as long as you are loyal enough, I can double your monthly income several times."

"I will really be killed. You don't know how powerful those senior killers are." Dulong continued to protest, but his tone was obviously not as tough as at the beginning.

On weekends, it continues to be lured, and there is a suspicion of talking to itself, as if you are deaf and haven't heard what Dulong said: "The killer organization of the White Dragon Club is called Second Killing Hall, so our firewood Knife League will come to copy it, called Killing Hall. What do you think? You are the boss, and I am only responsible for counting the money behind the scenes. Damn, there are hundreds of thousands of business after receiving orders. This is the pace of sending, which is faster than grabbing money.

"I will really be killed!" Dulong is about to cry. Although Kangcheng's highways are all asphalt roads, it is inevitable that stones will bump into them. On weekends, he only cares about dragging Dulong away, regardless of whether Dulong's back and back of his head will be touched by stones and glass pieces. After such a while, Dulong has felt that his back is almost unconscious, and Fortunately, he walked slowly on weekends, which was the kind of leisurely walk. If he really accelerated his pace, Dulong would probably be dragged to death sooner or later.

"Fuck, your fucking head is made of paste, right?" On the weekend, he listened to Dulong keep saying that he would be killed, and he was tired of hearing it. Suddenly, he loosened his hand holding Dulong's leg. The little young man pretended to be fierce and squatted in front of Dulong without any hesitation. He punched Dulong in the chest and made Dulong roll his eyes. "At least, I also used to force him. Yes, if you don't know anything, I'll twist your head off!"

When I said this, I looked around on the weekend. In addition to the street lighting, it was quiet. The sound of the car horn came from a hundred steps away, but I only heard it. After a pause, I said gloomyly on the weekend, "Durong, I'm a big villain. I can guarantee that the big villain who only kills and bury me, No one can find out the cause of your death after I twist your head off!"

"Uh... just kill and bury it... This is too cruel..." Dulong looked at the gloomy smiling face on the weekend, as if he saw the smile of Death. The creepy feeling made him desperately exclaim, "Help... help..."

"Shout, no one will pay attention to you!" On the weekend, he ignored Dulong's call for help and might be seen by onlookers. When he said this, he suddenly began to untie the belt on his trousers. Whether it was the tone of speech or the action of taking off his trousers, it was so slow.

"Why... why did you take off your trousers..." Dulong saw the weekend loosening the belt and then unbuttoning the zipper and buttons at the crotch. He was really anxious. He even thought of stripping off his trousers and breaking his butt drum the next weekend. "Old... Boss... Don't... Don't I**...I...my** has not been developed yet...pain...pain..."

"Explose your sister's **, I'm not a medium!" The weekend gave Dulong a contemptuous look. At this time, the small weekend finally lit up.

said that although the small weekend has experienced several fierce battles, it was all in **. A battle like tonight, whether it is a big weekend or a small weekend, is the first time since I was born.

"Uh...so big..." Dulong was in a trance for a moment. When he said this, there was a little envy and hatred in his tone, because he found that his little brother on the weekend was much bigger than his little Dulong.

"If you don't do it with me, I will pee on your face!" After saying such a vicious sentence on the weekend, the small weekend has pointed at Dulong's face.