Chapter 20 A perfect layout and the troublemakers

In front of a store not far from Dr. Zhou, Huang Yaqing and his group were standing, following Miss Lan behind Huang Yaqing, carrying several shopping bags in her hand, and Huang Yaqing also carried a lot, while Chen Wenwen was holding an ice cream cone. Now, the expressions of these people were astonished, terrified, and at a loss.

However, the picture did not stop here. Not far from Huang Yaqing, a little Latin American black man was running quickly, holding a woman's bag in his hand - the bag was just in Huang Yaqing's hand. Further away, a white woman who discovered the situation was shouting "police", while two London policemen wearing round helmets had just turned around the corner and had not had time to stuff the sirens into their mouths after discovering the situation... It seemed that it was too late to expect them to chase after them.

Latin American children are running towards the slanting alley, which is located in the middle between Huang Yaqing and Dr. Zhou. Once the other party enters such a back street, they will drill into the spider-web-like street like a mouse, blending into the sea like a drop of water. If someone is reluctant to give up his bag and chase into such an alley... there may be several Latin American children, holding daggers, squatting in the corner, waiting for someone to crash into the net.

The police finally blew the sirens. At this time, the child who was robbing the bag had already run to the entrance of the slanting alley. Miss Lan loudly reminded Huang Yaqing: "Don't chase, it's dangerous, let the police chase..."

Dr. Zhou just raised his foot and hesitated when he heard Miss Lan's shout. At this time, the police in the distance blew the sirens while pressing their hats and helmets, slowly "running" over. Miss Lan was still shouting: "There are allies with friends, let the police..."

At this time, something flew past Dr. Zhou's ear with a whizz. When Dr. Zhou heard the sound, he found that the thing flying over was An Feng's can that was sucking continuously. There was still half a can of soda in the can, so when the can rotate and fly, the soda splashed out.

The soda can was drawn in a banana-shaped arc, and then it fell right in the right ear of the bag graber. With a bang, the soda in the can was stirred up and rushed out like a fountain. The child who grabbed the bag roared his ears, and his body staggered and tilted, and was fiercely mounted on the brick wall at the entrance of the alley. However, he did not stop because of this. He staggered with the wall, and his hands were randomly scratching on the ground, tilting around, rolling and crawling into the alley.

Then, An Feng's false praise sounded in his ears: "What a tenacious child!"

Dr. Zhou was surprised: "How did it do it?"

What he wanted to ask is: How do you accurately throw the soda can to the other person's ear?

At this time, An Feng had no time to answer. After saying the emotion just now, An Feng had already run out. He ran faster than the child. In the blink of an eye, Dr. Zhou had already rushed into the alley. Miss Lan, who was not far away, saw this, jumped and chased and shouted loudly: "Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, they are not alone, there must be accomplices in the alley, and those who chase them out will suffer a loss!"

The police in the distance were still "running" slowly, and the sirens in their mouths were very shrill, and the police from adjacent streets began to gather here.

When Dr. Zhou heard Miss Lan’s shouting, he was a little stunned. He immediately lowered his body and rushed into the alley without hesitation. While shouting, "Fengfeng, stop chasing", he chased An Feng's back...

The person who grabbed the bag was right in front of An Feng. This man was tall and thin. An Feng was about 1.2 meters tall and the other party was 1.5 meters tall. He was a twelve or 33-year-old child. He ran very fast, and it was no problem to go to school to win an inter-school sprint championship at this speed. But because his ear had just been hit by a heavy object, the person's sense of balance was destroyed, so he ran stumbled, and his body hit the walls on both sides of the alley from time to time. Occasionally, he rolled on the ground, so that the overall speed could not be seen.

An Feng was not rushing to chase him. He had actually chased him to a distance of two or three steps away from the other party, but he did not accelerate. This was because the opponent's weight was there, and An Feng, a villain, could not find a position to start. He was afraid that if he missed the move and lost the advantage of distance, his small body would not be able to make a living. So he just followed the opponent and ran, and kicked the opponent from time to time to make the opponent run faster.

Under this frequent and constant harassment, the boy who grabbed the bag was spitting out his tongue. He was as tired as a donkey, panting like a windmill, and dizzy as if he had been rolling in the washing machine for a long time. He ran all the way, and An Feng walked straight behind him, saving effort and worry-free pursuit, and sometimes ravaging the former with his feet from time to time. He was very happy to chase him. The boy who grabbed the bag just wanted to hit him to death.

After chasing two slanted streets, the boy snatched the bag and felt sweet and bloody mouth. His breathing sound was approaching the roar of the tractor. He was running much faster than a pig. An Feng followed behind and was walking. The most annoying thing was that he was still fanning the flames behind and urged: "GO!GO!GO!tooamateur (too amateur), too clumsy, you must be more dedicated."

At this time, the bag robber heard a series of pure London accents again. He was so depressed that he was about to cry and shouted in his heart: Big Brother, is it good for me to run faster than you? Big Brother, are you smashing my ears? Big Brother, I was so dizzy that I couldn't tell the direction, Big Brother... Is my friend here?

There is no snow this Christmas.

Not far away, there was a baseball alone on the clean street. Several dark-skinned Latin American children were holding baseball sticks and pretending to be around the baseball.

As soon as An Feng saw the "props" on the ground, he caught a glance at a child wearing a rugby protective suit in the corner of his eyes. He rushed towards him fiercely, with Yong Lie who had never returned, and pounced without leaving any room for anything. The bag robber took advantage of the opportunity to stagger and rolled to the ground, just rolling past the foot of the bumper. When he left the bag he snatched, he was thrown out with a whistle and flew towards the trash can on the side of the road.

An Feng's "running" speed was similar to that of the London police. He was only two steps away from the bag robber. When he saw someone rushing fiercely, An Feng suddenly accelerated his movements - he also fell to the ground, but just as his body approached the ground, he supported his hands and suddenly came a somersault. The somersault jumped very high and just overturned the head of the rusher. The sight of the rusher could only emerge from the gap in the hat and helmet. He was extremely upset to find that the target was almost passing by him. He also clearly saw An Feng making a face above his head...

Unfortunately, if some things pass by, they will always "pass by".

An Feng was dazzlingly churning several somersaults. When his feet landed on the ground, the man was standing in front of the trash can. At this time, a hand suddenly stretched out from the trash can, grabbed it everywhere, and then poked out a surprised little head. The little head immediately found someone standing by the trash can, less than an inch from his little head. He looked at him with a smile and greeted him friendly: "Hi, Merry Christmas!"

The little head subconsciously replied: "Merry Christmas."

As soon as he lowered his head, the little head found that the bag he wanted to grab was sandwiched between An Feng's legs. So he turned his head to the rest of the people in wonder, and found that the rest of the people were opening their mouths with a dull expression. The little head quickly shrank and drilled back into the trash can - the trash can stand against the wall, the side wall of the trash can has been pried into a movable board, and the movable board was opened, and close to it was a basement window...

Robbery, block the road, intercept, transfer stolen goods, and then sell stolen goods... a complete one-stop operation. This is the most famous "Kuaishou Gang" who was active on the streets of London in the early 1990s.

The behavior of practicing baseball on the street is normal fitness, and the police cannot prohibit it. The baseball practitioner stops the chasing person, and as long as the child accuses him of disturbing the game and thus a dispute between the two parties, the police can only handle the case according to a small dispute. Because they have no evidence to accuse the people who practice baseball on the street are robbers. As long as they intercept the chaser for a moment, the stolen goods can be quickly transferred. Even if you go to the trash can to pick it up afterwards, you will only find a pile of garbage.

What a exquisite design, the designer is simply a genius.

Now, this exquisite layout was broken, and the person who broke the layout stood in front of the trash can with a smile. At this moment, the nearby sirens were getting closer and closer, and the child who was practicing baseball across the street was getting wider and wider, while the rusher was still lying on the ground and moaning - he hit him without hesitation, so it hurts particularly.

The design of this match was so seamless that when An Feng appeared, everyone was busy according to their role arrangements. Only the wise little leader in the center saw all An Feng's actions: At that time, An Feng flipped over, his legs tumbling in the air, just holding the handbag flying in the air, and then he slid his handbag with his feet. After An Feng landed on the ground, he didn't look around, staring at the bag grabber lying on the ground with his eyes.

The person who bumped into him could say that this was a mistake in the scrambler, but what about the bag robber?... The guy is so tired that he can't get up, and he is lying on the ground and only has the strength to breathe.

"Bruce Lee?...Nummy?...Huhuhahaha?" Seeing An Feng's complete eastern hole, the baseball kid couldn't help but mutter the video he had watched recently. His eyes rolled and he greeted his companions neatly: "Let's go, let's go somewhere else to play."

An Feng smiled and watched the other party spread the formation and then surrounded him in a circle. Among them, several children walked to a very close position to An Feng, and seemed to want to use force, but their leader immediately shouted in Latin American language - An Feng understood it, but he pretended not to understand and still stood there with a smile.

The leader said: We have no time, don't mess with him.

The baseball boy stopped his feet when he heard the sound, then pretended to be leaning over to clean up the court and prepare to evacuate. Two baseball kids naturally walked to the robber, and bent down to raise the robber without seeing him, and prepared to leave. An Feng laughed loudly and shouted: "Aren't you going to leave two bats?"

Do you really think I am a dead person? The police are coming. As long as I dragged it to the police, your organization will be exposed. As for dragging it to the police, is it difficult? Otherwise, you can try it? But if you try it, it will kill you!

The leader hesitated for a moment and immediately distinguished the primary and secondary, and ordered: "Give it to him."

With two clangs, two ball sticks were thrown to the ground, and the baseball child began to retreat without any nostalgia. At this moment, a child with a figure of 1.8 meters and very strong muscles came out of the alley.

The child is taller and thicker than an ordinary adult, but his face looks like a child. He is stupid and stupid, and he is dazed and comes out of the alley with his hands. When a child who is evacuating sees him appear, he shouts loudly in Latin American: "Laguel, why are you here... Well, we are leaving, and you can't run fast, so you pretend not to know us. Remember, you don't know anything."

Lagai, who had just appeared, had a little clumsy speech and responded in a speechless manner: "All of them are gone? Where is my dinner? You promised me."

"Ask him," the last baseball boy pointed at An Feng and said.

Laguel turned to face An Feng, and said vaguely: "Whoever wins will be responsible for you, you..."

This is an extremely ugly face, with two eyes obviously big and small, the garlic on the face is very eye-catching, the upper lip is thick and rolled upward, and the lower lip is not thin... In short, this is a face that is inconsistent no matter how you look, you always feel something is wrong. What's especially amazing is that although this face is only twelve or thirteen years old, his size is 1.8 meters tall, and his arms are thick, similar to An Feng's thighs.

Look at this posture and look at this slab. An Feng kicked it up and could pop out far away, but the other party didn't move at all.

An Feng confronted the other person face to face for a moment. An Feng frowned, and later, he frowned again.

At this time, the sirens suddenly went away and they were about to find the police baseball boys, so they shifted their targets and chased the latter... Of course, they would have nothing to gain because all the baseball boys' behavior was very legal.

So, only An Feng and this tall and ugly boy were left in the alley.

An Feng's eyebrows were furrowed together. He looked at the other person's face and took a deep breath of air conditioning.

An Feng is a little familiar with this face.

If it enlarges a little, has a older face, has a higher head, has a thicker arms and legs, and has a ugly person, then it will be An Feng's former... cannon fodder.

The so-called cannon fodder, to be nice, is called "partner" or to be exact, is called "meat shield".

At that time, Lagail was not called "Lagail", he was called "big guy" - this nickname is worthy of his name, so since he has no one among his companions nicknamed "big guy". Of course, no one in this industry uses his real name, and An Feng doesn't know the name "Agail", it's nothing, just a mercenary's ordinary hiddenness.

No one in this industry will examine the life experience and experience of his companions. So An Feng didn't know how the "big guy" became his "meat shield". He only vaguely knew that the "big guy" was a retired soldier. His tall figure was not because of genetic inheritance and sufficient nutrition, but because of "giant disease".
Chapter completed!