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Chapter 83 That's My Brother

The bag was clean on the inside, and the blood was on the outside. Then he held the handle of the cane again with his wrapped hand, and pulled out the 'sword' forcefully.

The strong man's body froze for a moment, and then he fell to the ground.

He Ao took two steps back and walked back to the place where he was standing.

The bright red blood flowed down the silver sword body, leaving little by little, leaving only the cold brilliance.

This sword is not sticky to blood.

When Rijit had no hope of curing his leg, he found a "blacksmith" in the underground world, used all the money he saved to build this sword, and hid it in his walking stick.This is also the reason why He Ao never left his crutches after he got home and got them.

In fact, this 'sword' cannot be called a 'sword' in the strict sense. It is sharpened on both sides, thick on the top and pointed at the bottom, and it is not long. It looks like a short sword and a 'thorn' .

In use, the effect of vertical stabbing is better than horizontal chopping.

Of course, Howo and Riggit both called it 'sword'.

Compared with firearms and machinery, cold weapons can bring a sense of security to Ruijite, who has practiced martial arts all his life.

When the blood on the sword dried up, He Ao wiped the hilt clean with a cloth in his hand, and inserted the blade back into the 'main body of the crutch' which he stood on the ground.

There was a crisp sound when the buckle on the sword hilt was locked into the depression of the main body of the crutch.

This turned back into a plain looking wooden crutch.

He Ao squatted down, picked up the cigarette butt that had just been thrown on the ground, and threw it into the trash can next to him.

Then, leaning on crutches, he walked up to the strong man, took out a 20-yuan federal coin from his pocket, and threw it casually.

This is money for bullets.

Wu is a killing technique. When you really want to kill the opponent, be fast, accurate, ruthless, and lethal with one move.

Any time delay is an opportunity for the other party to kill you.

He Ao leaned on crutches and walked out of the alley over the corpses on the ground.

He always counterattacked when the other party was about to kill him with a gun.

In Yi Jiali's words, according to Chenxi's law, it is also a legitimate defense, but there are too many people defending.

He lit a cigarette again, put it in his mouth, and closed his clothes.

Although he tried his best to avoid it, some blood was still splashed on his body, but it was not obvious.

The afternoon sun shone on his old cheeks, slowly elongating his back.

These killers arranged by Naja must be eliminated, otherwise it will affect his subsequent actions.

tick-

The urgent phone rang again, and He Ao answered the call.

"Old man, Naja's current location information has been sent to you via text message," Christos' voice came from the other end of the phone, "We will update his location in real time, I may ask, Why do you need his information?"

"It's nothing more than an old man's revenge."

He Ao clicked on the bracelet, and clicked the picture cut from the video just now, which showed the scene of Naja following the mayor into the reception room.

And He Ao's eyes were focused on the middle-aged man wearing glasses who was slowly closing the door in the corner.

In fact, Rigit didn't know this person very well, but this person remained in his memory forever.

24 years ago, this is the man who secretly shot in the back and broke Riggett's calf.

After the incident happened that year, he immediately fled from the gang, and his whereabouts were unknown. For a long time, Rijit thought that he had left Dawn City.

All the stories are back to the original point.

"Sorry," Kristos said, realizing he had asked the wrong question, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Hearing this sentence, He Ao turned his gaze to the side, it was another alley, some dirty small tents were set up in the middle of the alley, and several dirty children were hiding behind the tents and watching him cautiously.

The gunshots just now didn't disturb them, they were already used to it.

Before he knew it, he walked to the Aston area again.

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Wearing glasses, the thin driver opened the door and sat in the driver's seat.

Outside the car door, a young man stared at the driver with his eyes wide open. Blood was spilling from his chest, and his eyes were wide open.

This is the young man who went to He Ao's house to steal things in the morning.

The driver slowly closed the door, blocking his view from outside the door.

"I'll go over and see right away,"

The majestic old man sitting in the back hung up the communication. He looked at the driver in front, "Go to the research institute."

"it is good."

The driver nodded slightly and began to turn the steering wheel.

"Has the old guy arranged someone there?"

the old man asked softly.

"Arranged five experienced killers with blood on their hands, and that F-rank 'angry man' who has just joined us."

The driver replied slowly, "That old guy was only F-level when he was young and at his peak, so he should be safe this time."

"It seems that you don't need to make a move. I really want to see his expression when he sees you standing with me."

A smile appeared on the old man's face, "It's a pity that he is still a loser. Even if he can stir up public opinion and threaten the mayor, he is nothing more than a loser with nothing in the end."

The driver didn't answer the call. Back then, he was just doing things with money.

"You have been with me for so many years,"

The old man sitting in the back row raised his hand slowly, a small silver square box was revealed from his palm, and the lid of the box was opened to reveal a corner of the folded parchment inside.
"I've got what you want. After this incident, it will be yours."

The driver looked up and saw the silver box in the old man's hand through the rearview mirror, then he looked away without speaking.

It's just that the hands holding the steering wheel are a little tighter.

Naja took back the box and put the box in his jacket casually, with a smile on his face.

It was a condescending smile belonging to the 'controller'.

The vehicle stopped at a traffic light.

A double-decker bus also slowly stopped beside the black car.

The silver-haired old man held a cane, opened the car window, and glanced at the black car below.

Naja, who was sitting in the car, was moved. He opened the window and looked up, but only saw the closed bus window.

Immediately the traffic light changes and the vehicle moves forward.

"Brother, I see you keep staring at this car, why? What's the matter?"

Just as He Ao closed the window, a puzzled greeting came from beside him.

From an old man in his 50s sitting next to him.

"In that car sat an old friend of mine. We have been classmates since middle school. He is not far from death now."

He Ao said casually.

"Is he seriously ill? No wonder you care so much about that car." The old man sighed, "After all, we have been friends for so many years."

"Yes," Ho Ola opened the window and looked at the black car that gradually distanced itself from the bus, "That's my sibling, we are all concerned about each other's life and death."

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