Chapter 502

When lanmingju rushed back to the Opium hall with his men, there were no guests in the Opium hall. There were seven or eight men lying on the ground dripping with blood. The more than 20 cigarette guns in the Opium hall had also been broken. Lanmingju walked over and looked at the wounds of these men. All of them were knife wounds. He tilted his head towards his men behind him and motioned to his little brother to help them: "First send people to the hospital to wrap up!"

At once, more than a dozen men helped the injured people to leave first. There were only five or six people left around the rotten life horse. At this time, they all looked at the rotten life horse and waved: "go to the two to call people at the wharf. If you don't kill the Thais tonight, where can you see people tomorrow morning? By the way, go and ask brother ten. The Thais who visited him lived in Biandu."

"Yes, boss." the two shrewd little brothers turned and left.

The business of the Opium shop was destroyed, and lanmingju didn't feel distressed or surprised. That's what happened in the Jianghu. Besides, Chao Yongyi didn't completely rely on the side business of pornography, gambling and drugs to make money. It's just that there are several such places near the wharf, so that they can make some pocket money for the elders who have worked for the guild for a long time. Most importantly, lanmingju thinks he can make money ten times or a hundred times The loss was taken back from the Thai people.

Rotten life Ju Li was in the field. He just took out a cigarette and lit it. A voice came from the door.

"It's raining outside. I'll take shelter from the rain." Najie, wearing gaobang's leather boots, stepped on the signboard of the Opium hall and squeaked in from the door.

Seeing the rotten foal looking back at himself, Najie showed a bright smile and raised his hands: "do you remember me? I was the one whose fingernails were pulled out by you, because I don't know the rules. I don't know if it's bad to make this place like this today."

The rotten foal looked dignified, looked at Najie, looked at the dark door behind Najie, and finally locked his eyes back to Najie's face: "coerce my brothers with a gun, and then cut them?"

Najie took out a pistol from his waist, opened the magazine, withdrew the bullets one by one, put them in his pocket, and then put the empty gun back: "you can kill you with bare hands."

"My little brother, there are three of you, and the other two?" the rotten foal continued.

"Hong Kong gangs are as timid as you? They only know how to bully the soft and fear the hard?" Najie shook his hands: "if my big brother hadn't told me not to conflict with you, I could kill you with my fist that night. Don't think that more than a dozen people are strong."

The rotten foal took out a thin and narrow sharp knife from his back waist and handed it to his little brother. The next moment, his feet suddenly kicked on the ground and made a force, like a cheetah rushing towards Najie at the door!

Najie twisted his waist and kicked on the side! The rotten foal clenched his right fist and hit it straight from his waist! Fists and feet collide!

Najie was hit by a punch and staggered out of the Opium shop. He didn't stand firm until the street. The rain hit his face, which made Najie's face a little ugly.

Rotten foal stood at the door of the Opium shop: "last time more than a dozen people pulled out your nails, this time I want your life alone."

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In front of a newly opened open space in diaojing ridge, Han Chongshan looked up at the gloomy sky and the ramenoch watch with scratches on his wrist. In the open space in front of him, there were only four sparse people standing powerlessly. One of the middle-aged people was holding a child of up to two or three years old in his arms. At this time, he was holding the child and blowing a urine whistle, Skillfully help the child urinate.

"Brother Shan, do you really want to help tan?" one of them smoked the cigarette rolled in his hand, leaving only a little cigarette butts, and then vomited it out. Chongshan of North and South Korea asked, "maybe the whole life has been thrown away."

The other immediately connected, as if the two had already discussed: "brother Shan, there were so many senior officials who said that the party and the state had not given up on us before, but now it has been three years, and everyone is still moldy here! You can't believe those people who saved the president anymore!"

The middle-aged man who helped the child pee said while shaking the child's urine column: "That's right. At the beginning, he kept saying that he wouldn't forget us. As a result, he sent some pig food every day. How many brothers died from Moxing ridge to diaojing ridge. Taiwan regarded us as a burden and Hong Kong regarded us as prisoners. If there were not hundreds of brothers who had worked as engineers and soldiers forced a way out of diaojing ridge, we would have to go along Xiaoji bay if we wanted to go out Swim out of the sea to make a living! There are British troops stationed at the mouth of the bay. Dare to swim in the sea and shoot immediately! When dozens of brothers died in xiaojiwan, why didn't these people surnamed Tan come out! "

"Burp ~" the last middle-aged man drank up half a bottle of slightly turbid liquid in his hand, and then made a loud burp. Suddenly, most of the empty space smelled of alcohol!

The pungent smell made the nostrils of the child two steps away from him uncomfortable and cried. The child's father immediately walked away with the child, stood next to Han Chongshan, and said to the drunken middle-aged man, "alcohol mixed with water. You haven't died after drinking for three years. You're also lucky!"

"What kind of alcohol is mixed with water, which I brewed with the grain given by the president." the drunkard carefully put away the glass bottle, which looks like hanging neck ridge. Containers like wine bottles are very precious: "in short, I'm different from you. You can take old women and children when you escape to Hong Kong. I'm alone. I'll do whatever brother Shan asks me to do."

"There are only five of us in Huangpu 14th infantry science barracks, the whole of Hong Kong. The original 700 student barracks..." Han Chongshan looked at the four unbearable companions in front of him and began to sob.

Hearing the word Huangpu, the four people in front of them all lowered their heads and said, "so what? Everyone is different from tan. Although they all came from Huangpu, that guy is legitimate. We can only be regarded as stepmothers. We can be regarded as worthy of the headmaster if we have been loyal to the party and the state for ten years."

"No matter the president or the party or the state, we won't mention it today. The next life is our own, and the road is our own." Han Chongshan picked up two large travel bags from the side, opened the zipper, threw them in front of four people and said.

Four people looked at it. There were all kinds of guns and yellow bullets! Just looking at the gun baking blue, several veterans immediately recognized that these are all new guys carefully maintained!

The drunkard's reaction was the fastest. Like a hound running in front of the travel bag, he skillfully picked up an M3 submachine gun, the other hand accurately picked up the clip in the bag, snapped it into the submachine gun, and took the submachine gun to prepare for firing!

"American, the rifling is still new."

The other three people also came to check the equipment in the bag, looked at each other, and then looked at Han Chongshan. They had lived in diaojing ridge for so long, but they had never seen such new and powerful ordnance.

Rumbling sound, raindrops fell on several people's faces, cold.