Lao Qiu brought people back to the Wrangler car. The three of them stared at each other and looked at each other, their faces were very fucking bad. Lao Qiu lit a cigarette, rubbed his palms against the phone for a long time before dialing it. After answering, he said a little embarrassedly: "Long, the person ran away. Zhu Haolong on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, not angry, and asked in a soft tone: "How did you do it?"

"He said he had something in his hand, and I didn't look like he was lying. I originally wanted to deal with him after taking the things, but this guy was too slippery, so I blamed me for doing this. This matter was a bit pretentious." Lao Qiu snatched out the blue fake eyeballs in his left eye, played with it in his hand, and said slowly,

"Can it be remedy?" Zhu Haolong asked,

"He said you're going to die if you play like this." Lao Qiu said,

"Haha, let him do it." Zhu Haolong said with a smile.

"I'll deal with something else first. You don't have to worry about his business. As long as he comes out, he will definitely let him disappear."

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Haha, what are you saying? Are the deck Accord ready?" Lao Qiu said with a smile.

"Well, I hit someone at the back door of Di9 International. It may not be too similar. The number of the brand is one number different, and there is also a van. The people from the municipal bureau have greeted you. You can do the rest." Zhu Haolong said in a tired voice.

"Well, you go to bed, wait for my news, and you'll hang up." After saying that, Lao Qiu hung up the phone,

"Tait."

There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor, and two figures carried a suitcase to the door, glanced around, walked to the car, opened the trunk, threw the suitcase in, and then got into the car.

"Has the house been cleaned?" Lao Qiu asked,

"I wiped the floor with disinfectant, the window opened, and the smell soon spread out. The bed sheets and quilt covers were replaced, and they were stuffed into the suitcase with blood." Lao San said with a gloomy face,

"Puff."

Lao Qiu was very disgusted and stuffed his fake eyeballs into his eye sockets, and said expressionlessly: "Driving, Di9 International."

"Brother, it's crooked."

"What's wrong."

"Eyeballs."

"Fuck, I was shocked. I thought I was stuffed into my eyes with the lighter," Lao Qiu cursed, touched his eyes with his hands and asked, "How is it."

"Brother, you are handsome."

"That's a must."

The big ** had a small sweat beads rising from his forehead, and he covered his arms and walked on the secluded street. The blood was soaked in his shirt, and he ticked on the street. His arms were not daring to move. Nepal was quite sharp. If he moved, the wound would be bigger.

After walking a few streets, I finally met a 24-hour Tongtai Pharmacy. I pressed the doorbell on the window a few times. An old man, wearing a white coat, got up from the bed in the hall, turned on the light, yawned, and said sleepyly: "The condom is gone, and the "Out of the Target Hand" brand pills are also very good. Do you want to have a whole box?"

"A bottle of iodine, a bottle of disinfectant, a roll of gauze, two disposable needles, two five-centimeter pointed-nosed pliers, a roll of intestinal thread, alcohol lamp, medical cotton, hurry up." Big ** lowered his arms, blocked them with the wall, frowned and said,

"Fuck, there should be no commission when buying this game, you can wait."

"Wait, is there any tramadol?" Big ** called out to the old man and asked,

"I have Du Lengding, do you want it?" The old man gave a big look in anger and continued, "I should only sell it with the cancer certificate from the hospital."

"Bang."

Big ** slapped his right hand, took out more than a thousand dollars in his pocket, and took out five hundred and said slowly: "Your commission is here."

"Young man, Duoduo brand tramado, it's definitely good." The old man reached out and took five hundred yuan, turned around and left. Five minutes later, a bag of things was handed out from the window. Big ** opened the bag and glanced at it, turned around and left directly.

Carrying things, Da** walked through two streets and walked into an old-fashioned residential building without security. After entering, he wandered around for two circles, his eyes stayed on a Jetta.

I walked to the front of the car, put down the bag, found a brick, gritted my teeth, and smashed it at the car glass. I slammed the glass twice in a row, and directly smashed it.

"drop,,."

The alarm sounded instantly, and the big ** simply pulled open the car door, and after getting in, he directly pulled the power cord, and the alarm stopped instantly.

Big ** was carrying a bag, waiting for more than twenty minutes in the shadows around her, but no one came over, and then she took her things, got into the car and sat in the back seat. Big ** took a few deep breaths, opened the box of tramado, swallowed six or seven pieces in one breath, leaned her head against the back seat, and sat for more than ten minutes, her head began to be confused, and she was a little excited, and the medicine came up.

"Bang."

I lit the alcohol lamp with a lighter, bit off the needle with the syringe with my teeth, and used my pointed-nosed pliers to hold the needle up, and started baking. The faint light of fire shone on the cynical face of Dazhao, but at this moment it seemed so calm, as if it was not a trace of emotion. I always thought that people are the most terrible, and they are much more terrifying than hysterical.

Two minutes later, the needle began to red. Big ** took the tweezers and placed the needle on the jeans. With a slight shake of his wrist, the base of the needle was curled up, forming a very small hook-shaped shape. He bit the medical sutured intestinal thread with his teeth, penetrated it into the hook-shaped circle, and then placed the tweezers on a plastic bag.

He took the disinfectant and poured it on his right hand to clean it. He once again, he held a pair of pointed tweezers and grabbed a piece of cotton and put it into the bottle of disinfectant. The mouth of the bottle was narrow and he grabbed the tweezers, so that the cotton was soaked just soaked, but it couldn't fall off.

Then he gritted his teeth and slowly lifted the clothes on his left arm. The tip of the knife in Nepal shone with a cold light, passing through the underside of the forearm, and blood was still flowing along the blade.

“Huhu,.”

Big ** was sweating all over her head, holding the hilt of the knife with her right hand, breathing rapidly, the air flowing in from the window biting her lip, pausing for two seconds,

"Puchi,."

A blood sword spurted out from both ends of the left arm, and the car door was bright red on the splashing seat. Big ** almost threw the Nepalese saber at his feet, then picked up the disinfectant, carried cotton tweezers, and reached into the inside of the wound to start cleaning carefully.

Tie to answer

Sweat slid down the temples. Tramado was so mom-heavy, but in the face of such a vigorous cleaning, it was obviously not enough. Big ** gritted her teeth and made a heavy breathing sound, and she didn't scream. Guan Yu scraped his bones to cure poison, but Big ** was definitely not pretending to be a livestock.

"Ba,."

Big ** threw away a piece of cotton with blood, clamped it up again, continued to hold the tweezers, inserted it into the wound to clean it. After repeated this several times, Big ** picked up the tweezers wearing intestinal lines and began to grit their teeth and stitch the wound. He injured muscle tissue, the knife passed under the arm, and did not hurt the bones. It was a minor operation to go to the hospital, but it was the first time I heard about it.

Since the needle was made by myself and was a little irregular, the holes in the wound were a little big, but it took more than half an hour to sew the sewing. I dipped cotton with disinfectant water and iodine, cleaned the wound again, then wrapped it in gauze, cleaned the car, put the garbage in a bag, and threw it out.

When I returned to the car, I saw the passenger co-pilot with a box of cigarettes, so I took it over, lit one, lying in the back seat, looking at the carport and said self-deprecatingly: "I have been to medical university for three years, but I haven't had surgery on others, but I have sewed more than twenty needles on myself. Old Sakyamuni, what are you busy with recently? Why don't you do anything about personnel?"

As he spoke, tears sheds of tears. He suddenly recalled his past. He had made countless people envious and had a bright future. But it was because of the accident that Chi Liang took meth and was opened by the school. He couldn't understand. The school played rape, gambling, chopping people, and pushing classmates to jump off the building. No one cared about it. He was stupid for a while. Why can't he give himself a chance to correct himself after taking poison?

After three years of turmoil, the only one who was determined to die with his wife was dead. He didn't know why it turned out like this, and he couldn't understand why Chi Liang, who called him brother, turned around and wanted to kill him without hesitation.

"Ryozi, don't blame me, Meng Fei, for having a good relationship with the police. I'm your opponent again. I can only hand over this thing to him." Big ** said, lying in the car with tears in his eyes and fell asleep.

On the other side, Guan Yu, who had just asked the two people in charge of the deceased, felt extremely tired. He had not been sleeping for a whole week. He had just caught several fugitives from other places. Before he could rest, he had a meal with us. Then he encountered a shooting case. This job is really less than a beggar and less than a bitch.

Come downstairs, lie down in the car, ready to sleep here for a while, waiting for the results of tomorrow's morning's banknote comparison

He suddenly thought that he had never been so quiet for six or seven years since he was a police officer. He always ran around and wandered on the brink of life and death. His childhood dreams had long been unknown where he died, just because his father, who had been a police officer for his whole life, said to him: "You are the only one in the city. He has taken the son of a model police officer in the province three times. You are destined to be a policeman in this life, rather than a stinky painter with a stinky head and a dirty painting."

Also, Lao Qiu was also wearing a police uniform that he had just put on, lying on the back seat of the container truck. Looking at the ceiling, he felt deeply helpless and fearful.

Helplessly, I don’t know what’s wrong. I am a good drug dealer and I have become a killer who is kept by others.

What I fear is that I don’t know when this kind of life will end, and there will be more and more things about wiping my butt in the future, but I can’t resist it.

Three people, similar but different fates, and what kind of sparks will be sparked by our brothers who are unintentionally involved in a political storm,

Everything is about to be revealed,
Chapter completed!