< img height="1" width="1" style="display:none" src="https://www.facebook.com/tr?id=433806094867034&ev=PageView&noscript=1" />

Text:

Comment:

Home > Action > Wicked Soldier King > Chapter 1189

Chapter 1189

Words:2191Update:22/11/21 22:49:39

Report

Five hundred meters away from the car that the man in the windbreaker was in, Xu Yun was finally certain that he was being followed. And it wasn't just one person following him, it was a team of people.

The man in the windbreaker was Xu Yun's bait. He only needed to give the man something, and the people following him would naturally find trouble with the man in the windbreaker to understand the situation.

The man in the windbreaker wasn't having a good time. After a few minutes of punching and kicking, his entire face was swollen. He really didn't understand why they were beating him.

"I … I'm telling the truth … I really don't know him!" The man in the windbreaker felt wronged.

"You don't want to admit it? Okay, then I'll see what's in the evidence. " The person in the lead was Wei Yishan's subordinate, Gong Zhen. It wasn't easy to follow him from Shen Jiang to Yanjing, but Gong Zhen still managed to do it. He wanted to make Zeng Zeng see him in a new light and let him know that he, Gong Zhen, was more reliable than Xiong Feng!

The man in the windbreaker was completely hurt. "It must be money! Could it be paper money? If it was paper money, I wouldn't take it. Brothers, please spare me. I don't want this money, okay?! "

It seemed that this kid was really scared of being beaten up. He even gave up on the money.

Gong Zhen wouldn't believe him so easily. He tore open the kraft paper bag and reached in to grab a handful of money!

With this grab, Gong Zhen really broke down! It was really paper money!

"You f * cking tricked me!" Gong Zhen grabbed the man in the windbreaker's collar. "Kid, if you want to die, just say it. I'll definitely give you a quick death!"

The man in the windbreaker was also dumbfounded. He never dreamed that the kraft paper bag that he treated like a treasure was actually paper money. If he took it home and asked his wife to show filial piety to her mother, she would probably vomit blood.

"Tell me, what's going on!" Before Gong Zhen could do anything, a slap had already landed on the man's face.

"I really don't know!" The man in the windbreaker didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He even wanted to die now.

"Brother Zhen, I think this guy won't give up until he sees the coffin. We have to teach him a lesson!"

Gong Zhen snorted and took out stacks of hell notes from the kraft paper bag. Suddenly, he found a note.

There was a sentence written on the note. "The meeting place has changed. Meet the person at this place at 2 o 'clock tonight! The map is as follows! "

Then, there was a hand-drawn map. It seemed that Xu Yun had put in a lot of effort in the past half an hour.

"Where is this?!" Gong Zhen slapped the map in front of the windbreaker man. "Don't tell me you don't know. If you don't know, then no one knows. Speak! What is this place on the map? What do these hell coins mean?! "

Helplessness was written all over the man's face. "Big Brother, just kill me. I was framed. I really don't understand what this means!"

"Search him and see if there are any clues on him." At Gong Zhen's command, a few of his subordinates quickly searched the trench coat man's body. Soon, they found some colorful pills and colorless Borneol that were packaged in small packages!

"Brother Zhen! Look! "

Gong Zhen took a look. F * ck, playing with these? But this kind of small matter would provoke the Interpol? Could it be that this Xu Yun was an international drug lord?

"What is this?" Gong Zhen asked coldly.

The trench coat man looked at Gong Zhen. Based on the banditry aura of these people, he could tell that they were definitely not the police. Therefore, he did not hide anything. "Ecstasy pills and Borneol. They are all high-purity drugs. These are goods that I'm carrying for someone else. Brothers, give me a way out. I don't want the paper money. You can take the map and leave the goods behind. "

"You can burn the paper money yourself." Gong Zhen snorted. "Take these things! If there's time, we can try them together. "

"I can't give them to you! These are Brother Jun's goods! You mustn't touch them, or Brother Jun will kill me! "Panic was written all over the man's face." Do you know who Brother Jun is? If you dare to take Brother Jun's goods, you can forget about living! "

Gong Zhen spat. "The one who can't live is you, right? I'll give you one last chance. Where is this map? "

The trench coat man's face was twisted with hatred. "Big brother, don't force me. I said I don't know, so I don't know!"

"Beat, beat him until he admits!" Gong Zhen said casually.

The beating lasted for more than two hours. There was not a single piece of good flesh on the trench coat man's body. At this moment, there was only one feeling in his body, and that was pain!

"I'll talk … I'll talk …" The dying man had no choice but to confess. "This place … this place is the map of Mountain Bar Street … Don't, don't beat me …

I beg you, don't beat me … Really, don't beat me … "

Gong Zhen proudly glared at the trench coat man. "Didn't you say you don't know? You know after being beaten? Humph, you're so cheap. Let me tell you, you asked for it! "

"Big brother … I surrender. Please let me go. I don't want anything. I don't even want the goods … Give me a chance to live …" The man in the trench coat wanted to escape from these lunatics. He said that the map was a bar street in the mountains, but that was all nonsense! Mountain Bar Street was Brother Jun's territory.

Gong Zhen smiled. "If you had cooperated earlier, you wouldn't have had to suffer so much. Brother, that's enough. Don't feel wronged. Let's have dinner together tonight. I'll have to trouble you to bring us to this place at 2 pm. "

What?! The trench coat man really wanted to scold them for being shameless! They were forcing him to his death!

"What? You don't want to? "Gong Zhen frowned." I'm afraid you don't have the choice to refuse. "

Good, good, good. Since you are forcing me to my death, I'll go all out! The trench coat man gritted his teeth. "Fine! I'll bring you there tonight! "

That place was Brother Jun's territory. When the time came, he would give Brother Jun a call and say that the goods were swallowed by these fellows. These fellows would come to see him. Brother Jun would definitely not let these fellows off.

Gong Zhen was very satisfied with this. "Brother, if you had cooperated earlier, you wouldn't have had to suffer like this, right?"

The trench coat man trembled. He thought to himself, If you hadn't forced me to my death, I wouldn't have done such a thing! If I can't live, then you can't live either! Let's fight to the death tonight.



Although he had gotten rid of a portion of the people following him, Xu Yun still felt that there were others following him. The other party was really generous!

Since he couldn't completely get rid of the people following him, Xu Yun didn't dare to return to the army. His first thought was to find Ma San-er for a night. Tomorrow, he would ask Ma San to help him get rid of the remaining people following him.

Because the first person he could trust was Ma San-er.

When Ma San-er saw Xu Yun, he wanted to ask the heavens. What did he do? Why was there no end to his suffering?

This time, when he heard Xu Yun say that he was being followed by a lot of people, he got himself into big trouble. Not only did he have to stay for a night, but he also wanted Ma San-er to wear his clothes the next day and drive his car to lure the "people following him" away.

Ma San-er felt a headache coming. Wasn't this clearly setting him up?

"Brother, can you be any more ruthless? What kind of deep hatred do I have with you? Why are you setting me up like this? " Ma San-er said with a sad face, "Let's make things clear first. If I get killed because of you, you have to burn at least ten years of paper money for me!"

"A hundred years is not a problem!" Xu Yun grinned.

"I'm afraid you won't live that long. You're always causing trouble. I've already said ten years too much!" Ma San-er complained.

Xu Yun really wanted to slap his jinxed mouth. "Can you curse me a little?"

Ma San-er wasn't convinced and asked back, "Can you bring me some good news? I don't know if I will die in the hands of your enemies tomorrow. What's wrong with letting me say a few words? "

You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.


Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.