[This is their life in which they yelled and shed blood without tears. 】
The evergreen ancient trees cast a large area of thick shade, and the wind blew by. The city center is scorching sun, here, I just feel cold.
Su An zipped up his jacket, shrank his shoulders and walked in quickly along the stone road.
The suburban cemetery covers a huge area. As the only cemetery land designated by the A city government, the deceased in A city, no matter how high or low, almost all sleep here. Perhaps the biggest difference is that some people can only occupy a small grid, while others can occupy the entire hillside.
And Su Xichou's tomb, even after covering the sky in City A, has always been a place that cannot be beaten.
In the deepest part of the cemetery, Su An finally walked to the tomb of Su Xichou.
This area is very deep in the cemetery, and there are not many tombstones. After just coming in and seeing a few people, I walked here, except for Su An.
Wiping the dust on the tombstone with a paper towel, Su An put a large bunch of lilies in front of the tomb, and water drops rolled from the petals on the stone bricks.
After putting out the flowers, Su An was a little at a loss.
There is no picture of Su Xichou on the tombstone, and Su An can’t even remember Su An’s appearance. Su An was only six years old when he died. The memory of Su Xichou that he can pick up in this body is almost zero, except What else can I do to buy a bunch of flowers next to his tombstone
Su An rubbed his head in a daze, thinking about it, and then he opened his mouth indiscriminately: "Well, dad... I have nothing to say about this. Look, I have sent this flower, so be careful, I Go ahead?"
"—I want to go now?"
! ! !
Su An subconsciously opened his mouth to scream, and suddenly a hard object was pressed against his back.
"Shut up! If you dare to speak, you will be destroyed!"
The male voice of the previous opening sounded behind him, and the thing on his waist moved forward again, hitting his spine with pain.
This won’t be the legendary... Gun? Are you kidding me? Is this a prank or filming
There was no time for random thoughts, and the fierce male voice behind him sounded again, "Raise both hands and turn me around."
Su An didn't dare to take the risk, so he obediently raised his hands and turned around slowly.
Facing him is really a black muzzle and a strange man holding a gun.
While he was thinking about the probability that the gun was a toy gun, the strange man took out a few photos from his pocket with the other hand.
On the top one, Su An only saw a pale, ghostly face on the photo. It can only be Su Xitang's face.
Then something must have happened.
Su An's heart cooled down. He watched the strange man flip through the photos with the fingers of one hand flexibly. After the two photos, he stopped and looked at him with a smile and a smile: "Oh, I was waiting for the big fish. I thought of catching a small fish."
Suddenly the wind blew up, and a large number of branches and dead leaves swept across the mountains in the distance. Some birds were frightened by the formation and flew sharply and screamed. Arrows shot far away.
Obviously, the wind is a little bit cold, and Su An's palms are all covered with sweat.
The strange man looked at the pale cat-eyed boy in front of him mockingly. His thumb slowly rubbed the hammer at the end of the pistol and said with a smile: "Are you scared now, Young Master Su?"
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"Steward Huang, outside... has been surrounded," the man in black went to the silent old man standing on the stairs and continued. "A few brothers went out to inquire... Only one came back."
After hearing the news, the wrinkled eye corners of the old manager's eyes visibly twitched a few times, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.
"Master, hasn't he contacted yet?"
"... No, all the people traveling with the master can't be contacted, just like all of them are missing, and Chen Hao can't be contacted either," the black man hesitated for a while, and finally opened his mouth, "Or I will contact you again. other people?"
"No," the old butler refused with a wave of his hand. He held the stairs and looked at the large woods outside the villa through the opposite glass window. "These people will not come in until the master has an accident. If the master has an accident, No matter how many people we call, it’s useless."
The black-clothed man looked at the old man who was said to have followed the two brothers when his eldest brother Su Xichou was still there, his mouth squirmed twice, and he said: "The police station is strictly investigating during this period, eldest brother. In order not to get into trouble, he went out today... He probably didn't bring weapons."
The old butler's hand holding on to the railing tightened suddenly, the veins protruding from under the old skin, and then slowly sinking back helplessly.
"Go down and tell you those little brothers not to move around, but be prepared for a fight to the death." Steward Huang said without a trace of ups and downs.
Fight to the death...
It’s been at least two or three years since I heard this word last time
It seems that these street gangsters are living too easily, losing the consciousness of licking blood on the edge of the knife, so that they can be caught so easily and wait to be caught in the urn.
The man in black thought this silently, and turned and walked down the stairs.
"... Trust the master."
An old voice suddenly rang behind him. The middle-aged man standing on the stairs turned his head and watched the old butler said to him: "The blood and rain have come over for so many years, and we can survive even the most tragic battle. What the hell is this time, he is the'godfather'."
Recalling the bloody years on the streets, thinking about miracles one after another with the pale ghostly man, the middle-aged man felt the long-lost blood surge in his heart and nodded vigorously.
—
When Chen Hao held the young man who had lost consciousness in his arms, he felt a little untenable in a trance.
Why
He has always regarded this young man named Liu Xiaoyun as a dispensable pastime, but the pastime he always thought of was even after leaving him, and now he has no hesitation in blocking his guns!
There was no time to think about it. The enemy who appeared with the gun didn't hit Chen Tunnel, so he trot up and raised the pistol again.
Chen Tunnel hugged Liu Xiaoyun and squatted down quickly, and put Liu Xiaoyun against the wall. Chen Tunnel saw that there was a pair of big scissors on the table inside to build branches and leaves. Chen Hao immediately reached out and took it.
Just have something.
Finally, he glanced at the comatose teenager who was severely bleeding, and Chen Hao yanked the scissors apart, turning them into two sharp metal spikes.
Chen Hao squatted and hid behind a pot of flowers.
There was no sound of silence in the storefront and the streets outside.
Chen Hao squinted his eyes and stared at the door from the gap between the flowers and leaves. Soon, he saw a vague figure in the glass door!
Chen Tunnel slowly slowed down his breathing, and his body fell lower. Among the pots of tall plants, he could hardly be seen.
Like a tiger hidden among ferns.
The man with the gun slowly walked into the scented flower shop. Various types of beautiful flowers were crowded in this small place to bloom, and the owner's careful management could be seen. It's a pity that no one appreciates it at the moment.
The man who raised his pistol and adjusted his angle of view slowly frowned, and there was no one.
He looked down at the ground, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
There are blood stains on the ground, and some blood stains extend into the storefront, clearly pointing out a path.
The man sneered, but did not lower his vigilance, arched his body vigilantly and moved slowly along the blood stain.
Soon, the man saw the young man leaning against the wall in a coma. There was already a pool of scarlet blood under him, and it was gradually expanding.
No, what about Chen Hao
The man's eyelids suddenly jumped up, and he was about to turn around in a strong sense of crisis, but a huge tearing pain suddenly came from his heel!
Chen Hao stretched out his hand from behind the flowerpot and cut the man's back heel directly with half of the scissors.
The man with the gun immediately broke his hamstring, and immediately fell to the ground with a soft body. Chen Hao immediately jumped out, pushing the man to the ground with one knee, and at the same time stretched out his hand to grab his gun.
Turning the pistol against the man's eyebrows, Chen Hao almost gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Say, who are you from!"
The man whose heel was severed and pointed at by the gun, after the initial pain and a flash of fear, sneered instead, "It's worth asking knowingly."
"...Wang Dong, a son of a bitch," Chen Hao gritted his teeth and opened his mouth. "Why? The news we got said that he wouldn't use such a big hand at all. What does he want to do!"
"Because the news that you idiots got is fake! Hahahahahaha!" The man who knew he would have no way of life simply gave it up and said with a grinning smile, "Kill me, I don't know anything. That said, anyway, you guys with little white faces and no eggs have to be buried with me—"
Blood spattered up!
The face of the man who was crushed on the ground was full of blood, and he opened his eyes wide and closed his mouth forever.
Chen Hao put away half of the scissors that passed through the man's throat expressionlessly, and wiped two sharp weapons on the coat of the corpse. Chen Hao immediately turned around and came to the corner.
Using scissors to tear his shirt into strips of cloth to wrap Liu Xiaoyun's wound, Chen Hao, who had never been half nervous in the life-and-death struggle just now, was holding the young man's hands trembling slightly.
"Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun, don't be afraid. Brother Chen will take you to the hospital now. The private hospital of Wang Chou Group is really not built. As long as there is no death, anyone can be saved..."
Chen Tunnel, who walked out of the flower shop with Liu Xiaoyun in his arms, whispered various comforting words in the ears of the unconscious young man, but looking at his trembling shoulders, those pale words were more like this man who was never nervous. Self-comfort.
Chen Tunnel, who started running with the boy in his arms, stopped abruptly when he passed a phone booth and turned and hid behind the phone booth.
At the corner of the street, there was a sound from far away.
As the sound got closer, four dark cars suddenly appeared on the empty street.
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A cold cemetery.
Su An pursed his lips and looked at the man with the gun in front of him. The man looked at him like a dead person.
"How is my father?" Su An, who was captured under the gun, suddenly spoke.
The man raised his eyebrows in surprise and sneered, "Oh, hey, I can't see that you are a little white face, you are still a courageous dutiful son."
As soon as the voice fell, he waved his arm violently, and the barrel hit Su An's head fiercely!
Su An was directly slapped to the ground by this huge force. His forehead bleeds quickly, some even flowed into his eyes, and his vision suddenly became blurred.
"I didn't allow it, and you don't have the right to speak with a little white face! Do you know the rules!" Su An, who staggered on the ground, heard the man say so fiercely.
Although to some extent regard Su Xitang as a family member, Su An is far more than just joking about his life for the affection that will be established.
It's just that he clearly knew that if Su Xitang died, there would be no way for him to survive under the nest.
In fact, if it were not for the intense pain on his forehead, Su An would still have a real hard time accepting the current situation, being pointed at with a gun, it is completely impossible to know whether he is about to live or die. An ordinary person has no chance to face this kind of thing in his life.
This is also the first time he truly feels his identity-the adopted son of the underworld godfather. It is also a person in this circle to be separated from the edge. It should be normal for him to face a life-and-death crisis.
Su An wiped off the blood that was blinding his eyes, and once again barely saw the man who was holding the gun condescendingly at him.
If you are lucky enough to survive today, the young master will go to the gym from tomorrow. Su An tried hard to hold back a rather relaxing thought.
After blinking vigorously and regaining his gaze, Su An's pupils suddenly shrank undetectably, but they disappeared quickly.
"Who would you show me to pretend to be delicate? Hurry up for Lao Tzu. If it weren't for you, I would have broken your little white face now. I look down on your little white face the most." The man said in an extremely humiliating voice, even Stretched out and kicked the boy who fell on the ground.
Su An, who was about to stand up, was kicked and fell back to the ground again. Su An gritted his teeth and barely stood up on his knees.
The man looked at the thin-skinned young man with contempt and stood up with difficulty gritted his teeth. The expression of other people's powerless resistance can always bring him great pleasure.
He was about to speak, only to find the boy muttered something in a low voice.
The man immediately frowned and asked, "Little white face, what are you talking about."
Su An suddenly laughed, even if there was blood on his face, but the smile at this moment was extremely clean, bloody could not hide it, and it was so clear that it made people even a little frustrated.
As expected to be the son of Su Xitang's inhuman and ghost, his appearance is really nothing to say.
Anyway, the Su family is over, if there is a chance... the man laughed a little bit lewdly. However, his smile stiffened on his face the next moment.
"Said the little white face," Su An, who was bleeding on his forehead, didn't mind his wounds, and said with a smile, "You black pig, let this young master die."
"What are you talking about—"
For a moment the man only felt that the blood was pouring upwards, and the man raised his hand like Su An slapped it—
—
The vehicle quickly stopped in front of the explosion point where the wreckage was already burning.
The group of people quickly got out of the car, all of them were strong adult men, with a brutal look that couldn't be concealed.
"This looks like Brother Chen's car..." one of them said hesitantly.
The tallest slender man in the group leaned closer and looked at it carefully, then his expression changed immediately, "Everyone, dig guys!"
The group quickly took out a pistol from the waist or from the treasury!
"… Xiao Zhou."
The slender man who had just pulled out his gun snapped his head back.
Their eldest brother Chen Hao walked out from behind the phone booth holding a young man covered in blood.
"Big brother!" The man named Xiao Zhou had an unconcealed surprise on his solemn face, "Big brother, you're all right! Great!"
The rest of the others also made a sigh of relief.
"I'm fine, but Lao Liu and the others..." Chen Hao didn't have any joy after the disaster. The scene of a sea of fire and stumps splashing out of his mind, like a sharp blade, made his head hurt.
"Old Liu, they all—" The slender man suddenly looked at the charred broken arm on the ground, and was silent.
"There is no time to be sentimental, the important thing is to avenge old Liu and the others," Chen Hao said calmly, and handed the young man in his arms to the youngest of the group. "Xiao Wei, I will leave this to you and drive immediately. Take him to the hospital. Wang Chou's private hospital is in the city center. There can be no problems there."
Xiaowei immediately took over the dying young man, and was violently slammed his shoulders as soon as he was about to turn around.
Xiaowei clearly saw that his idol elder brother Chen Hao, who was pinching his shoulder, had bloodshot eyes and flushed red.
"Remember, you live, he lives."
"Well, don't worry, brother." Xiaowei didn't ask who the boy was, but just nodded sharply, took the boy into the back compartment, and drove away quickly.
Watching the vehicle disappear at the corner of the street, the slender man couldn't help but said: "Big brother, we are now—"
"There are traitors in the group." Chen Hao suddenly spoke softly, but in the low-pitched words, there was endless murderous aura.
"Traitor, isn't it the department manager named Li Bakui?" The slender man surnamed Zhou said in surprise.
Chen Hao shook his head, wiped Liu Xiaoyun's remaining blood on his clothes, took a deep breath, and said again, "It's not just him, he is someone who knows almost all of our plans. Our news must be almost complete. He was sold to Wang Dong, and Wang Dong, like a fool, made us think that he was just going to make some small moves."
Chen Hao looked back at the group of people behind him. It can’t be these people. These people have followed him for more than five years. He has almost saved everyone’s lives here, and these people have also saved his lives, and they have the trust of their lives, unless he is really affected by these people. At the moment of killing, otherwise he would never doubt.
"The boss must be out of reach, right." Chen Hao's mobile phone has been turned into dust with the explosion of the car just now.
"... That's right." Xiao Zhou's voice lowered, and then he said, "The boss's driver can't be contacted either. Call the housekeeper. Su's villa is now surrounded."
"Give me your cell phone." Chen Hao said suddenly.
The slender man named Zhou Nan quickly took out his mobile phone and handed it to Chen Hao. But after watching Chen Hao received his mobile phone, he slammed to the ground.
"Big brother, you—" Zhou Nan's mouth opened in surprise, not believing that there was no reason why Chen Hao did this.
"Now, you, all your mobile phones are turned off. Don't call anyone anymore. Now, except for the people standing here and the dead Lao Liu, everyone may be a traitor, and everyone may betray the boss and us." Chen The tunnel said blankly.
Everyone was silent. A traitor emerged from the inside, causing deaths and injuries to the brothers, and the life or death of the leader's boss is unacceptable. It is an unacceptable matter that is both angry and doubtful.
"Do you know what brothers should do when Wang Chou is in crisis of life and death?" Chen Hao suddenly asked.
"Hunting tide."
"Back to the hunting tide."
"Gather at the hunting tide."
Everyone answered the same answer one after another.
Yes, the tide hunting nightclub, the place where they thrive on the streets, the home they will always care for by the shameless bastards who are fighting outside.
Chen Hao suddenly laughed, "Do you know how many enemies are waiting for us in the hunting tide?"
After questioning, Chen Hao took out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket, took out a cigarette point, and held it in his mouth.
It seems to be infected by Chen Hao's smile, and it seems to be reminded of the years when he used to struggle at the bottom of the hunting tide, and the originally dignified and depressive atmosphere gradually changed.
"I guess, there are at least a hundred Wang Dong's lackeys waiting to be killed for us." Zhou Nan also laughed, took Chen Hao's cigarette case, and took out a cigarette.
"Brother Zhou, you said too little, I guess there are at least two hundred stupid guys kneeling there waiting for us, and Brother Zhou will give me roots soon." The other man also laughed.
"Li Laowu, you laugh, just your knife skill enough to cut cabbage. Don't be wiped on your neck first. You smoke a cigarette so slowly. Pass the cigarette to me." Someone immediately laughed mercilessly. .
"I said, old Xiong, your mouth is itchy again, don't you dare to wait to kill more than anyone else, whoever loses undress at the gate of the tide hunt!" Li Laowu immediately became anxious.
"Comparation, whoever is afraid is a scumbag!"
"I want to compare it to me. It's so fun to kill people. Where is the smoke? Give me the root quickly!"
"I also want!"
"Count me in!"
"Fuck cigarettes, old Xiong, I know you bring cigarettes out quickly!"
A group of five-and-three rough men gathered together noisily, one pulling at the collar, and the other swearing to light the cigarette. Any normal citizen who sees it feels that this is the dregs of a group of society, there is no morality and only knows the thug who shouts and screams.
Maybe this is the case.
But Chen Hao in the crowd really enjoyed such a moment. Just like his question, he really didn’t know how many people in the hunting tide were waiting for them with guns and knives. He only knew that there would never be fewer people. A few arms and legs can be left down again.
But he knew that all Wang Chou's brothers, like them, would rush to the hunting tide.
They will gather there, they will gather together, and save a person together. That person is their boss, the person who led them to start hunting tides, the person who opened up the prosperous world of Wang Chou, and led them through the life they never had. People who dare to imagine life, they are the group of people who were given up by fate and oppressed by life to fight back.
They are a bunch of fanatics, a bunch of madmen, a bunch of thieves.
From the bottom of society, at the most desperate moment of their lives, they were gathered together by that person, who took them to kill them desperately. They killed their eyes, and they forgot everything, only knowing to follow that person upwards. Run to pierce through the barriers that damn fate has set up for them. They want a full meal, they want tickets, they want women, they are always so vulgar and inferior, but they want to live a good life! That person did it, and that person is their god.
That person is more ruthless than any of them, and they dare to fight, and follow him to eat meat! Have wine to drink! Then follow him! Follow him forever!
Su Xitang and the Hunting Tide Nightclub are the inverse scales of everyone in Wang Chou, and they must not be touched. That was their first and only salvation.
Now someone dares to threaten them, wants them to eat something delicious, and dare to threaten that person’s life or death, they have to wipe the necks of those people, pull the eggs of those people, and kill them so much that they go straight to Huangquan and reincarnate. .
Chen Hao took the last bite deeply. The thick smoke scorched his lungs and he almost shivered. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and smashed it twice with his foot.
"Let's go," the handsome man with a scar on his cheek said softly, "Let's go kill."
The scorching sun was shining in the sky, and the scorching light scorched the ground as if it were about to catch fire. Nothing could escape its judgment.
The sun shone on the backs of these men, and the light was twisted into a fuzzy ball of light and shadow.
This seems to be a dying, but also like a carnival, or a cruel survival elimination or God's boring little game.
Who knows. This is just a story, but they are screaming and crying a life that bleeds and sheds no tears.