Chapter 350

The two women looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes.

Yes, they must be the ghost of death.

Think of here, also think of that 100000 yuan, two hands can't stop the pan cold.

Eyes, also Qi Qi looked at joss.

She had been pushed out, and fell heavily to the ground. The next second, the door closed with a crash, and the driver drove away in the wind.

When the two women looked back, they saw the middle of the dirty street. The woman was sitting on the ground alone, with panic, fear and panic on her face.

In fact, they are in the same mood now. If this woman really dies, then they are the killers.

In such a place, she would easily die. At that time... None of them would want to escape.

Thinking of this, both of them were anxious. They didn't forget that the reason why they did so many things to arrest this woman was that she had a boyfriend who was said to be very capable.

No wonder, no wonder their employers want to give them so much money in order to turn them over to resist.

Two people want tight lip petal, really flustered.

Jos was sitting on the ground alone. There was dirt on the cold ground that hadn't been washed for a long time. Most of her clothes were dirty.

Tramps on both sides of the street have been paying close attention since they saw a car stop. Now when they see a woman being thrown down, they all know what it means. This kind of woman who is thrown is to be dealt with. This kind of woman is the best. Even if she is killed, there will be no trouble.

Want to live, someone grinning, showing a big yellow teeth, slowly get up, toward the middle of the road.

Joss felt the sight in all directions and stood up with a jerk.

At this time, a man with a height of about 1.9 meters rushed over and hugged her from behind!

Jos felt a pair of pincers like big hands, imprison her, she can't move, and the man's hands, dirty, have been pinched on her waist.

The other tramps saw that someone was ahead of them, speaking an ugly foreign language, swearing to catch up, and wanted to get a share.

Jos was sweating, feeling more and more hands swimming on her. She was frantically struggling and desperately kicking these people.

But she is a little woman, what means these people are, where she can resist.

These people were obviously used to raping people. They were very skillful and seemed to find it too attractive in the middle of the road. They picked up Jos and took her to the alley.

Joss looked around, desperately trying to figure out how to deal with it. Suddenly, she saw a dirty yellow man squatting on the corner.

Jos is not sure if he is Chinese, or Japanese, or Korean, but she has no room to think and can only shout.

"Help me, please, help me..."

When the tramp heard her Chinese, he looked up at her. His sticky face couldn't see clearly. He hissed, then lowered his head and continued to be in a daze.

He is Chinese, this man is Chinese.

In a hurry, Joyce roared again: "if you save me, I will repay you. How much money do you want? I can give you money or something else. If I can do it, I will help you. Please, help me..."

By this time, the white people had taken Jos into the alley, and at the last second she was still calling for help.

The alley was narrow and deep, and there was a disgusting smell everywhere. She was thrown to the ground, and the pain didn't make her cry out. However, her hands were desperately touching at the first moment, looking for something that could be used as a weapon on the ground.

At this time, she can't rely on others, she can only rely on herself.

When she thought that Zhao Yang encouraged her to learn Muay Thai in order to lose weight, she felt too tired and didn't go. She knew that she should have learned it at that time. Now, she is not so helpless.

But it's too late to regret. On the wet ground, she touched a wine bottle, a glass bottle. She didn't even think about it. With a bang, she broke the bottle, turned her head and pointed at the men with lustrous faces. She warned in English: "but come here, where is this place? You know, if you want me to die, at least one of you should accompany me to hell!"

She quickly took out the broken wine bottle, which really knocked these people down.

Among these people, three white people and two black people are 1.89 meters tall, covered with tattoos and greasy hair. They are very down-to-earth, but also very tough.

They didn't take much advantage of joss just now. They just touched two of them, and they didn't even have time to take off their clothes. Now they've been suffocating for a long time, but they can't get close to the woman with a weapon, and their lower abdomen is suffering.

One of the black men swore a dirty word and said nothing more. He leaned over to take joss's bottle. In the eyes of foreigners, Chinese people are weak chickens, especially Chinese women, whose skeletons are smaller than those of American women. They can be crushed to death with one hand.

So the black man belittled the enemy. He just wanted to take the weapon from joss rudely, but he didn't want the little woman to be so sharp.

By the time he reached out, joss had waved the bottle and quickly scratched a bloody wound on his wrist.

“fuck！” The black man scolded. This time, he was really angry. He grabbed Jos by the collar and wanted to lift her up.

Joss, disgusted, turned his head on his wrist and bit it.

Her eyes widened and her teeth clenched the flesh on his hand. The black man cried out in pain and tried to get rid of her. Instead of loosening her teeth, she bit harder, as if to break his hand.

Another black man rushed to catch her, and joss quickly loosened his mouth, pushed it to the wall, and pointed the crack in the bottle at them.

Previously, the black man looked at his two wrists. On one hand, there was a big cut on the wine bottle, and the blood was still pouring. On the other hand, there was the biting mark of the whore. It seemed that half of the whole piece of meat was about to be bitten off, and the blood also came out.

He became angry, scolded one after another, and rushed up again.

This time, he directly grabbed Jos's hair, the other hand, to get her wine bottle, Jos took advantage of his hand has not come, quickly on the wine bottle, poke to his stomach.

Because of his ragged clothes, the black man's clothes were more like rags than clothes, and his stomach was exposed.

Joss is aimed at that, regardless of the numbness of the scalp pain, straight through his skin.

The man cried out in pain, retreated and touched his stomach with blood.

This picture makes the remaining four people dare not act rashly.

They did not expect that this woman could really hurt people.