Chapter 135 Seven Uncles and Eight Masters

Chapter 135 [Seventh Uncle and Eighth Master] (Part I) "............" His eyes stared at me with a strange look in his eyes.

We looked at each other for a few seconds! However, when he was not talking, there were a few gunshots outside. I watched him immediately shoot a few times fiercely, and then threw away the gun. It seemed that the bullet was shot out.

I ran to the edge of the window and pulled off the curtains, then opened the window and wrapped the curtains around the window sill. Then I turned around and said in a low voice, "Let's go!" He took a look at the window sill and immediately understood what I meant. He shouted loudly. He actually spoke Vietnamese! Then he shook the wheelchair and quickly slid to the window.

I helped him up, and he hung himself on my shoulder... The curtain was only two meters long, but it was enough.

After all, this is only the second floor. He pulled the curtains and slid down. The man couldn't stand on his legs. He still hung his arms on my shoulder, and then quickly pointed to the flowing electronic car washing equipment next to the car wash and listened to a bridge car.

I knew it. Holding him, the two of them choked and ran over to open the door.

The man took the initiative to sit in the co-pilot's seat, then pulled away the storage box in front of the car, took out a revolver from it, and then quickly took out the key from his arms and threw it to me.

When I started the car, the Vietnamese on it had found us running away from the window and immediately chased after it.

I saw a man running down the stairs. He didn't go down the stairs, so he raised his gun and shot at the windshield in front of me! Fuck!" I cursed and immediately lowered my body. At this moment, a Vietnamese jumped out of the window and blocked the door of the car.

also holds a gun.

I gritted my teeth, scolded, and suddenly hung upside down and stepped on the accelerator!! With a buzzing sound, the car crashed out like a beast.

I heard a muffled bang. From the inverted mirror, I saw the Vietnamese being hit in front of the parking space! Then I rolled aside... I quickly fell the car onto the street, and then slammed the steering wheel, and the car actually made a standard elegant action in place.

I turned around and came to the right place on the street.

I was about to leave the gas gate.

The man shouted, "Wait a minute."

He pushed the door open, then held a revolver and shot at the car. The Vietnamese inside quickly dodged. At this time, he aimed the gun at the guy who had just been hit by my car and rolled on the ground.

Bang!! A bullet was accurately shot into the head of the Vietnamese on the ground and immediately killed him.

"Drive!" He said to me quickly, and then spit on the dead Vietnamese's body.

A string of bytes popped out of the mouth.

I didn't understand the meaning of this. It should also be in Vietnamese. The pronunciation seems to be: Du, Lang Xiandi, it's quite stuffy! Who are you? You are not aB, you are a purebred Chinese.

The car drove a street.

He asked me.

I haven't answered yet, but I heard him suddenly say angrily, "Where do you live! Left, left! To the left! There are cameras and patrolmen in front of this direction! Left!" I listened to him and quickly pulled the steering wheel to the left, and then the car drove into a remote path. The ground of this road was a little bumpy, but it was really quiet.

"How to open it below?" I asked him.

"Go straight, turn right at the next intersection..." He squinted and began to look at me. His tone was a little calmer and less irritable: "You... aren't you a local?" No."

I concentrate on driving.

I feel a little uncomfortable driving this kind of car: "I just got ashore."

I bit the word "ashore" very hard.

He said "Oh", looked sideways at me, and said solemnly, "The words you just said to me in the room... that..." "It was Fang Dahai who asked me to come to you."

I told him frankly, "I got into trouble in China. Fang Dahai arranged for me to run here and let me find you."

I saw that the expression on his face had changed. He looked straight at me for a few seconds, and finally laughed. Regardless of me driving, he reached out and patted me on my shoulder and laughed hard, "Okay! What a fat man! Sure enough, there is a chance for me to return his favor! Good boy! I think it's good for you to stretch out your hand just now... Where did you come from?" Nanjing."

I answered him, "My name is Chen Yang... Are you Uncle Seven?" The seventh uncle raised his eyebrows and said, "That's it."

He pondered: "Nanjing... You didn't come from the army, did you?" No."

I answered honestly.

"Um, I said it doesn't look like it. Your boy's gesture with a gun looks like a rookie."

He smiled and looked a little excited: "Continue to the right... Well, what do you do in Nanjing?" I sighed and gave a general explanation of the troubles I encountered.

Before I came, the fat man told me when he chatted with me, telling me not to hide anything and say anything, which was good for me.

Because the brothers in the Taoist way pay attention to friendship and honesty. If you are not honest with others, then others will not be honest with you.

If there is anything you can't say and don't want to say, you should also clearly tell others that you can't say this, and you must not make up lies to deceive people, because if you lie to your brother, they will not treat you as their own in the future.

After listening to me, Uncle Seven showed a strange expression on his face and looked at me with slanted eyes: "Did you offend those guys in Hongmen? Shit... You beat the son of one of his bosses as an eunuch..." He stared at me with a strange expression for a long time, and finally couldn't help laughing, and then grinned and patted me hard: "Okay, okay! You have a bright future! Young and bold! . Very good, very good! There is a future!" I don't know whether to laugh or cry... Is there a future? I don't know how many times I almost died for this! However, he seems to be not afraid of Qinghong, which makes me a little relieved.

Then he asked me a few questions about the fat man's recent situation, and I answered them one by one.

I can see that he has a good relationship with the fat man. Listening to my description of the fat man's voice and smile, there is a little nostalgia on his face.

While he was distracted, I tried, "Uncle Seven, just now..." Hearing my question, Uncle Seven's eyebrows stood up, and a trace of defense immediately flashed on his face. Seeing that he was also 50 years old, he was still very fierce! He said coldly, "Well, the Vietnamese retaliation is coming.

Damn it, I actually touched my nest directly this time. Most of the business last month made them very unhappy... Damn, these can't be explained clearly from you.

You just need to remember that in Canada, I will beat the Vietnamese fiercely! And those Indian Asan and Middle Easterners are not good.

We have a deep grudge against them! But... among them, the Vietnamese are the most insidious!" As he said, he took out a box of magazines from under his seat, then skillfully loaded the revolver with bullets, and quickly glanced at it in his hand. The corners of his mouth were clearly a bloody smile! I know that this kind of smile, this kind of temperament, only those who have really wandered through the rain of bullets will have it.

I drove around according to Uncle Seven's instructions and walked through the streets to a car repair yard.

To be honest, I can't tell the direction, and I don't know where I am at all.

This is a Chinese-driven repair shop. I drove the car directly in. Several of them saw the seventh uncle sitting on the co-pilot with a respectful smile on his face. The seventh uncle laughed at them, and then someone pushed a wheelchair.

I stood aside and looked at him. Uncle Seven said a few words to the crowd, suddenly smiled at me, and then waved: "Kid, what are you doing? Come and push me!" Behind the repair shop is a large warehouse. I pushed Uncle Seven's wheelchair in. All the way, I saw that the car mechanic was Chinese, and there was no foreigner.

Everyone looked at me with surprise, but I saw that their eyes at Uncle Seven were a little dodged, as if they were very afraid of Uncle Seven.

When I got to the warehouse in the back, it was a large room to push the door in. There were several tables in it. An old man of the same age as Uncle Seven was actually wearing a work suit... What made me even more funny was that he actually wore sleeves on his arms! Like an accountant of a state-owned enterprise in the 1980s, he is holding an account book to clean up and calculate something.

Uncle Qi coughed. The man looked up at us and frowned, "Lao Qi, why are you coming..." His eyes turned to my face, "Who is this offspring?" Chen Yang, come here and see the eighth master.

Uncle Seven said to me solemnly.

I am very knowledgeable and know how to watch the scene. I immediately took a step forward and shouted respectfully, "Master Ba."

This man is about fifty years old, his hair is slightly gray, his face is very wrinkled, his face is not high, his skin is a little white, and his appearance is a little elegant, but what makes my eyelids jump... I accidentally saw his left hand, only three fingers.

But my eyes just turned around and left quickly. I know it's impolite to look at other people's shortcomings.

"What the eighth master, it's just eight fingers."

He smiled, his smile was very peaceful, but his eyes were very sharp.

"This is the boy who jumped off the boat and got into trouble in the mainland. Fang Dahai asked him to come to us."

Uncle Seven smiled and said, "He saved my life just now!" What?" The eighth master's eyebrows were clustered: "What happened to you just now?"