The original plan of Lao Yang and the others was for Gang Master Yang himself to go in and find out, to see if this was just a simple fraud den or whether there was a big devil in charge. After finding out the situation, they would decide what to do next.
After all, inside and out are the elderly who can't be bumped.
Mr. Yu personally helped deliberation, and considered almost all the risk points and countermeasures, but none of them was "Old Yang's success before he came out."
Gangmaster Yang is an old man, an antonym for "no hair on the lips, and inability to handle affairs". If he is also unreliable, in such a large martial arts forest, is there any reliable person
If Mr. Zhou was 20 years younger, Lao Yang would definitely hold back and keep silent, and go in and find opportunities to catch people.
But the old Zhou was in his seventies, and even his flesh and spirit had degenerated into a reed stick with sparse vitality. A person in his teenage years is the shelf of this pile of reed sticks. If no one touches it, he will shake it automatically without wind, and can't stand it.
The coldness in Xu Shaowen's eyes did not fade away: "Grandpa Yang, what's the matter with you?"
During the conversation, three or four people in white robes rushed up and grabbed Lao Zhou semi-forcefully. Lao Zhou didn't know if his butt was squatting and broke, or if he was scared and stupid. On the ground, let people drag them.
Lao Yang seemed to be struggling to stretch his neck, holding down his crutches, and took a few steps forward, pretending to be surprised: "Isn't this... Lao Zhou? He lives downstairs in our house, what happened to him? What is this for?"
Xu Shaowen squinted his eyes: "You can see clearly in this dark, grandpa, your eyesight is good."
"What?" Lao Yang didn't seem to have very good ears, so he turned his head to Xu Shaowen's side, and then didn't answer his words, just said to his old friends who got off the same car with a confused look, "Old Zhou He's a good man. He suddenly disappeared a few days ago. The family went crazy and called the police. Who knew he was here! , I see this sent to the hospital!"
Xu Shaowen's eyes twitched—these old guys are easily obsessed, and it's easy to trick them into taking money and paying them to get on the thief ship, but the impulse can't last long. The first night they just arrived at the base, they are the easiest to regret and the easiest Hearts float. It would have taken a lot of rhetoric to coax them.
Who knew that the rhetoric had not yet had time to display, and encountered such an accident. The old men who just got out of the car looked at each other hesitantly. murmurs arose.
"what happened?"
"Why do I feel so terrified?"
"Actually, I didn't tell my family... Well, let's make a phone call. Um... Why is there no signal?"
"I have no cell phone signal..."
Xu Shaowen said patiently: "It may be that the nearby base station is being repaired. The signal has not been good for the past two days. Don't worry."
Before he could finish his sentence, he heard Lao Yang shouting from the side: "Lao Zhou!"
Mr. Zhou, who was about to be carried away, heard the voice and turned his head with difficulty. Seeing the acquaintance, Mr. Zhou's three spirits and seven souls were scared away and immediately returned to their positions and struggled: "Help! Don't drink their water. , they're down inside..."
Xu Shaowen: "..."
Immortal!
A man next to Lao Zhou quickly grabbed his front placket and pressed it a few times between his chest and neck. Lao Zhou was like an old turtle whose neck was stretched out, stiffly stuck on his neck, silent. .
Was dragged back to the small building.
Gang Master Yang's pupils shrank, and he quickly grabbed the head of the crutch.
Xu Shaowen: "This uncle has been abused by his children all the time, and his mental state is really not very good. He said a few more words at the meeting in the afternoon. It may be that our persuasion work is not in place, and he is a little confused at night..."
"No!" Lao Yang raised his voice and interrupted him again, "I know Lao Zhou's children, they are all good children, and they did not abuse him."
Xu Shaowen's eyes were like poisonous snakes, and he looked dangerously over: "Grandpa Zhou said it himself."
Lao Yang knew that he could no longer be good today, so he stopped pretending to be mad and foolish, and said word by word, "It's illegal to abuse the elderly, so have you called the police?"
"Xiao Xu," at this moment, an old lady who had just got out of the car spoke first, "I'm afraid that my daughter can't find me and I'm worried, otherwise, I won't participate this time, and I'll wait for the next organization. Activity, you can call me again."
"Xiao Xu, I too..."
"Car money can be deducted."
"I also want to retire, who of you want to continue to participate?"
The old people in Little Red Riding Hood were silent for a while, but no one spoke.
Xu Shaowen thought, the driver was right, their base used to cultivate loyal backbones, and the "barrier" was very high. The ones brought back are all the faithful believers who have developed outside, and only then are they qualified to undergo thorough brainwashing and go back to continue to help them develop down the line.
Now, in order to rush tasks and make quick money, they will get it back no matter how stupid they are. The risk is quite big, because once someone makes a noise to get the money back, the situation can easily get out of control. It is impossible to put them back. The elderly are stingy. If they think they have been defrauded of money, they will definitely not give up. As long as they leave the base, they may be able to recruit the police immediately.
He said: "Before you came, I asked everyone to sign the contract. It stated that even if I quit halfway, there would be no refund. Didn't everyone read it carefully?"
When the "Old Red Riding Hoods" heard it, they immediately exploded. Some old comrades are usually the best at throwing and rolling.
"So, please enjoy it with peace of mind." Xu Shaowen smiled coldly, looking at the poor dagger. As soon as he finished speaking, a large group of people in white robes appeared around them, and they were joined together in a car. Surrounded, "Don't worry, in ten days, we will send you home safely."
Han Dongsheng put down his binoculars and said, "Guide Yang and the others don't know why. They had a conflict with these cult members as soon as they got out of the car. Now they are surrounded. Xiao Yu, what should I do?"
Yu Lanchuan replied briefly, "Wait."
But Han Dongsheng didn't intend to wait any longer. He sometimes felt that he was used to listening to others' orders, and he became a cowardly man with no masters, who could only wait eagerly.
Waiting for a salary increase, waiting for a bonus, waiting to be an office director before retiring... even a deputy.
Sometimes in a dream, I will dream that the unit distributes welfare rooms to employees as before.
These so-called "dreams" are tacky and unpromising, and young people have to sneer when they hear them.
However, it is actually very far away, making the wasted and distressed middle-aged people lose their heads and can't figure out how to realize them.
Han Dongsheng pulled up the zipper of his coat, picked up a stick from the trunk, and got out of the car.
Lao Yang put the crutches across his chest: "Xiao Xu, if you're unreasonable, we won't be polite."
Xu Shaowen turned his head halfway, with a sneer on his face, intending to see how rude these old things that can enter the history museum, before he could see clearly, a stick shadow flashed in front of him, hitting the dog with the word "split" Head down. The hardwood crutches made a loud wind. Xu Shaowen was taken aback and hurriedly hugged his head and dodged sideways. The crutches didn't make him old, and turned into a "poke" in the middle of the road. The empty door was stabbing him in the stomach.
Xu Shaowen retched, took seven or eight steps back, and was supported by someone with all his hands and feet, his eyes were splitting: "Beat the dog! You... Who are you?"
Old Yang tensed his face, and only a thin line was left of his lips that had been drained by the years. He pursed it tightly, and his straight waist had the air of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, he said slowly: "Young man, Your surname Xu is a little too wild."
The big devil Xu Zhao is said to have numerous disciples, and the next disciples all follow the surname "Xu" in order to show that they are the dutiful sons and worthy grandsons of his old family.
Xu Shaowen scolded angrily: "Nosy old man is immortal!"
Several people in white robes rushed up, Lao Yang's arms swayed, and his five- or six-pound cane was as flexible as a vine. The Beggar Gang was a gang that was good at gang fights and being beaten by gangs. It can make ten vicious dogs bark and can't get close.
The old Red Riding Hoods behind Lao Yang saw the fighting scene of the ninety-year-old for the first time, and they all stretched their necks, feeling that they could fight for another five hundred years.
At this moment, a red and blue light suddenly flashed in the direction of the front yard, followed by a siren!
The entire small courtyard seemed to explode, and the members of the cult in white robes rushed to the backyard.
Lao Yang picked up a white robe, propped on the ground with a cane, panted, and did not dare to step forward to stop the crowd - he is old after all, so it's okay to make some tricks with young people who know how to respect the old and love the young. Waving old arms and old legs really fights, it's still too laborious.
An old lady wearing a red hat held him on tiptoe: "You are too inspirational, do you have a qigong class? I'll be the first to sign up!"
Lao Yang: "..."
The fleeing cult members rushed into the backyard, and the leading ones got into the car parked in the backyard one after another. For a while, no one cared about anyone else. The car door was not closed, and they rushed out.
The engine roared violently, and the cultists who drove by didn't care whether they would hit people or not.
Suddenly, several black shadows fell from the shadows of the trees on the wall and jumped into the middle of the courtyard. Quickly threw out a few old people who were stupid and didn't know how to hide from the car, and pushed them to a safe place under the tree in the corner.
"Master Yang!"
The beggar gang disciples have arrived.
Only then did Lao Yang breathe a sigh of relief, feeling that his waist was about to twist: "Don't let them run away!"
"Can't run!" A disciple of the Beggar Gang turned his head and smiled at him, "We threw the alarm in the front yard, and the police are all behind!"
Lao Yang was stunned for a moment, only to hear a sharp brake sound behind him.
The cultists who had just rushed out of the backyard panicked and almost stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. I didn't expect someone to be so immoral. The road was full of long nails for car tires, and the buses and minibuses leaked like a fart. Bump together.
Immediately afterwards, the lights came on, and the cultists with all kinds of meat and eight elements discovered that behind the nail belt was a row of police cars, quietly lying in the night, waiting for the rabbit.
"Little Yu said, these old men and ladies have been indoctrinated into bliss, and their brains have been washed to the point that they will not listen to people's words. At critical moments, they will stand firmly with the criminals. On the other hand, maybe they will be used as shields for them, it is definitely unrealistic to 'rescue' them, and we can only let these cult members abandon them." The Beggar Gang disciple said cheerfully, "Hahaha, the old gang leader, Master Yu. This kid is a ghost!"
Lao Yang supported his waist, a little smile appeared on his face, but before he could spread his smile, he heard an exclamation from the side: "What is that!"
As soon as Lao Yang turned his head, his face suddenly changed: "Dodge!"
His voice was drowned out by a loud noise, and he saw an eye-scorching bright light from the first floor of the small building behind him, the glass slag shattered all over the place, and the sound of the explosion shook people's brains and the ground. Immediately afterwards, thick fireworks rose.
There's no natural gas in this shabby farmhouse, the kitchen uses old-fashioned gas canisters that someone blew up!
The winter in the north is dry and dry. It is the season of high fire incidence. The cold and dry night wind passes through the hall, and the tongue of fire rises a few meters in an instant.
The wind was blowing, and everyone near the building could smell the smell of kerosene.
The person who set the fire not only blew the gas, but also poured fuel on the first floor. Upstairs are all old men and old ladies who didn't have time to run out!
The smile of the beggar gang disciple who was still smirking just now froze on his face.
Suddenly, a figure passed by him and went straight to the fire.
"Dongsheng!" Lao Yang blurted out the man's name, but Han Dongsheng turned a deaf ear, and Lao Yang slapped the dumbfounded disciple of the Beggar Gang next to him, "Fight the fire, save the people!"
The old people who woke up upstairs seemed to be in a steamer, crowded by the window, the messy cries and calls for help made people upset, and the smoke billowed into the sky. come. The police, who had been busy setting up ambushes in their spare time, no longer cared about the cult suspects, and all ran over to put out the fire.
The air was scorching hot and cold, and the strong convection swept up dust and sand. Lao Yang directed the old red caps in the courtyard to run out.
At this time, someone laughed softly not far away: "Who am I supposed to be, it turns out to be Gang Leader Yang. Look at you, you are already at this age, you are going to be old and you are going to be crazy."
Lao Yang stood up slowly, and the firelight illuminated half of his face.
I saw a tall man in a black robe walking out without haste, carrying Xu Shaowen, who had just been stabbed into a prawn by Lao Yang just now—this person is teaching Mr. Zhou and the others." tutor".
When the cultists heard the siren and ran away in a hurry, he stayed in the small building in a hurry, pouring oil and setting fire in an orderly manner.
Uncle Yang clenched the cane in his hand: "You are..."
"You may not know me, I'm the first apprentice under Master," Hei Pao smiled and let go of Xu Shaowen, "This incompetent kid is my apprentice, it's almost New Year's Eve, come out to help the juniors to support the scene, brush the brush Performance, I didn't expect that I was fortunate enough to see the dog-fighting stick method, which is really a blessing for Sansheng.
Uncle Yang: "You are Xu Zhao's apprentice!"
"It's embarrassing for the old man again." The man in black robe said, spreading his hands, he held a three-edged thorn in each hand, "Fang Master Yang, give me a chance, let me find a place."
Xu Shaowen covered his stomach and stepped aside with a cold smile on his face.
Hei Pao's voice faded, just like a shadow, it was already in front of Uncle Yang, Lao Yang could only pick up his crutches to meet him, but Hei Pao was not a group of parallel goods who ran away when they heard the siren, and Lao Yang felt a little bit in his waist just now. Uncomfortable, the hardwood crutches are not a dog stick, and they are very heavy. After a few strokes, the strength could not keep up for a while. The three-edged thorns brushed the smooth edge of the crutch like lightning and pointed directly at his throat.
Lao Yang smelled the smell of iron.
His heart skipped a beat, thinking, old.
However, the moment the cold three-edged thorn almost touched his throat, the black robe jumped up suddenly, dodging a few steps in embarrassment.
At the same time, a hand supported Lao Yang's back, which fell backwards.
Uncle Yang turned his head in surprise, only to see a hood that covered his face tightly—