The grass in the desert does not know what drought is; the flowers on the iceberg do not understand what severe cold is.
Luo Fugui is a coward, but it depends on who he is compared to. When he was a child, he followed his mother and lived on the edge of starvation every day. Later, he became a bandit and still lived on the edge of death every day. Later, he joined the Eighth Route Army and continued to live on the edge of death every day. Whether in the past or now, he is just living to survive.
Staying alive has become his obsession. He is afraid of death because he has never been away from death, not because he does not know the pain of death. He is timid because he wants to live, not because he is afraid to face it. In fact, he is as ordinary as a blade of grass in the desert, a flower on an iceberg. How can the plants in the warm water town understand him who is struggling in poverty
Therefore, even when he was running away shamelessly, he did not panic, because panic would cost him his life. Following Hu Yi, Liu Jianqiang learned to be ruthless, Ma Liang learned to be tactical, and Luo Fugui… learned to run away without panic, to run away calmly, to run away tenaciously, and no matter how many ambushes you set on all sides, you cannot stop him!
For example, at this moment, this big, dumb fellow had already rushed out of the back door of the gambling house first. Outside the door was the backyard. He crossed the yard, but when he was about to reach the backyard door, he panicked and fell down! Zhu Bajie, who was following closely behind him, jumped over him, opened the backyard door and rushed into the back alley. Then there was a fierce exchange of gunfire, and the first Zhu Bajie who rushed out of the backyard door became a sieve and fell down.
Damn it, it's too late! Luo Fugui got up and leaned against the backyard door with his gun. He looked at the dead body of Zhu Bajie outside the gate and said to himself, "I'm sorry, someone has to be the vanguard, but your skills are too real. Don't you even consider sticking your head out first?"
Several Zhu Bajies escaped from the back door one after another. Kan Jiu saw someone lying outside the door and Luo Fugui leaning against the inside of the door with a gun, so he ran straight to the inside door opposite to them and stopped: "Can't get out of the back alley?"
Xiong was dejected: "There were gunshots at both ends of the alley. It's too late. We got the money from the bank!"
At this time, shouts came from both ends of the alley: "Block it! Now is the time to make a contribution! There is no need to leave these beasts of the commandos alive! Reinforcements will be here soon..."
Kan Jiu finally remembered the Zhu Bajie mask on his face and couldn't help but yell at Xiong: "This is your fucking bad idea! Now I can't even surrender! You are a fucking disaster! All of you in the Ninth Company are fucking disasters!"
"What the hell are you yelling about! I forced you to be Zhu Bajie, so what? I am one of them, too! After all, you are a member of the Rangers, and you can be considered an anti-Japanese martyr after you die!"
"So I have to burn incense for you, right?"
"At least it can be regarded as saving you from suffering, right?"
"Bullshit!"
"Grandma, can you bring my mother along and try again?"
"Fuck you!"
"Fuck your grandma!"
At this critical moment, the bad guys Kanjiu and Wuxiangxiong actually wanted to tear down the cucumber rack. The few Zhu Bajies standing in the yard were dumbfounded. Seeing that the two men on the left and right of the door were about to start fighting, the gunshots in the gambling house and on the front street suddenly stopped. The man called Lao Liu led the two Zhu Bajies who were left behind and rushed out of the back door in a hurry: "Boss, what are you doing... Can't we get out of the backyard?"
Kan Jiu finally came to his senses from his mindless anger and waved his gun, "Go back quickly and reoccupy the gambling house! Quick! Lao Liu, the three of you guard the backyard.
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The old man thought, what the hell, I just cut off the front and now they are guarding the back, are they playing all this on me? What if others don’t have a name
Zhu Bajie's main force turned around and rushed into the back door of the gambling house, but the gambling house was empty. The hostages had all escaped. Anyone who didn't escape was a fool. They would rather be accidentally injured by the detectives and police on the street than stay under the guns of the commandos. Not only would they die, but they would also be innocently labeled as traitors, because the commandos always called killing people "eliminating traitors."
Luo Fugui, who followed Kan Jiu and others into the gambling house, looked at the messy environment and the broken windows facing the street. He couldn't help shaking his big head, and even his pig ears shook along with it: "There's no defense here! When the security forces come later, we'll see grenades falling all over the place!"
Kan Jiu was panicking, really panicking. No matter how brave he was, it was useless. He did not regret what he had done, but he regretted wearing the Zhu Bajie mask.
Normally it was just a robbery, the worst that could happen was surrender, and if caught by the police, you could just find a way to get out of jail. The police had visited the jail many times, so it was no big deal. But now they are considered to be a commando unit, and surrender may not be accepted, not to mention that even if it is accepted, you will be sent to the gendarmerie, and there is no hope of survival, you will surely die.
Hearing Luo Fugui say this again, he became even angrier! He turned around and angrily glared at the bear, his teeth itching, ready to attack again.
Xiong also noticed that something was wrong with Kanjiu: "Can you calm down?"
"You're talking to me about calmness?"
"I'm just thinking of a way to get out of this situation! I don't care if you want to die, but can you please stop delaying my life?"
These words were like a basin of cool water, which made Kan Jiujiu grin: "Is there still a way to survive?"
"The longer we live, the better! We will definitely not be able to hold on to this gambling house. I say, we should go all out and go to the bank next door! They are the ones who got us into this situation. Even if they die, they will have to pay us back half of their dirty money!" At this point, Xiong smacked his lips and said, "Me too... Why didn't I think of going directly to the bank? Mistake! Mistake!"
In this situation, all the Zhu Bajies were very upset. Kan Jiu hesitated: "You said... this is called a way out? Why does it sound like a last gasp to me?"
"Why not call it a way out? Think about it, they dared to rob the bank and fired guns openly. The fight was so intense, they must have had a way out long ago to be so arrogant, right? They can't be a bunch of psychos, right? Maybe they dug a tunnel under the bank or something!"
The bigger your heart is, the better your hope will be. In the eyes of Zhu Bajie and his friends, the tall bear-like Zhu Bajie is shining with the light of wisdom and is as majestic as a god!
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Across the wall, in the bank, there was dead silence. Of course, there were the groans of the wounded, but that could be ignored; there were also the chaotic footsteps on the street, but that could also be ignored.
It's a stalemate, and the atmosphere is gloomy and depressing both downstairs and upstairs.
In the conference room, Jin Chunxiu stood up. She looked unhappy and gloomy. The door of the conference room was open. From her position, she could see the corridor and the men with guns and knives in the corridor.
She turned around and stretched her arms toward the guns in the corridor outside the door: "I want to swing around, if you want to shoot, fart!"
No one answered.
She still walked slowly, twisting her steps with each step, passing a few guests who were sitting stupidly at the table, and walked towards the main seat at the end of the long table.
The new owner, Li Si, who was sitting at the main seat, was holding the wound on his right wrist tightly with his left hand, but blood was still flowing out, and there was a large pool of blood on the floor. His face was pale, and he said with his lips that had changed color: "Jin Chunxiu, let your girl put down the gun. We... still have room for maneuver."
Jin Chunxiu, who was leaning against the table, looked at Li Si sitting in the main chair for a long time without saying anything or showing any expression. Then she left the table and continued to wander behind the chair. She raised her foot and kicked Xiao Hongying, who was squatting behind the chair and aiming at the door, on her buttocks: "You are bored!"
Xiao Hongying continued to stare at the gun and retorted: "Isn't this all for you? I am defending myself!"
The dumbfounded owners at the table all breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Jin Chunxiu was going to consider reconciliation, but they ended up hearing her say, "Little hoof, you really opened my eyes, you're so charming! Better than all the losers with penises in the world! Hahahaha..."
She began to laugh, a very wanton laugh, but to the bosses in the conference room it sounded vaguely like a mockery, and they had to actively avoid Jin Chunxiu's smiling gaze.
After laughing enough, she bent down to brush off her skirt, tugged at her collar, pinched Xiao Hongying's face, and then walked towards the door of the meeting room.
"Hey? Are you crazy? Come back!"
Xiao Hongying cried out, but Jin Chunxiu didn't even look back and continued to walk to the door: "Harmony brings wealth, I'm going to be a jerk and see if I can persuade the gods!"
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