you said you would come to see me

The camel stammered a few more words, and then continued to be slapped and clubbed.

Ah Fu turned to look at him, but the imperial stick blocked Ah Fu's sight.

Ah Fu was a little anxious, and couldn't help lowering his voice—"Officer, I...we just came to make a phone call, and we really don't know anything. My friend will die if he calls again, just because—"

Unexpectedly, before he could say the second half of the sentence, the imperial stick slapped him on the face.

A Fuzhen's mother's tears are about to come out, who is this dick, why is he so unsympathetic.You said that gangsters tortured and interrogated me when they saw something was wrong, but I tried my best to keep my mouth shut, and you still pretended that you didn't know me at all.

But Ah Fu couldn't tell, his cheeks and eardrums hurt badly.

Chigun bent down and twisted Ah Fu's cheeks. After the nose and mouth were covered by a veil, Chigun's eyes became more stern and sharp.

He said something to Ah Fu, but Ah Fu couldn't hear clearly, so he patted Ah Fu's face, and repeated it softly - "I have to beat you, hold on."

Ah Fu felt bitter, but he also gradually understood the intention of the imperial stick.

It looked like only camels were around now, but perhaps more eyes were watching from the shadows.

The imperial stick tries to protect Ah Fu in a way "we never knew each other".

A Fu had to admit it.

So Ah Fu got slapped a lot that day, and he was very depressed. A few days ago, the camel slapped him on the back of the head just right, but now his face and stomach are also injured.

The imperial stick adhered to the principle of acting and doing a complete set, and when Ah Fu was lying on the ground, he kicked him twice.

For a moment, Ah Fu's ribs were in severe pain.

The military boots that Red Vulture was wearing were extremely hard, and he was sure Chi Ba only thought he had touched him lightly, but even if the ribs hadn't been kicked, the bruises on his stomach tonight would be terrible.

Ah Fu needs four boxes of ointment for bruises and sprains.

He also understood more personally why Luo Tuo and the others had this expression of killing and hurrying when they mentioned the Red Vulture.The imperial stick probably believed that Ah Fu didn't know, but he also injured him all over.When they stopped beating, Ah Fu opened his eyelids and looked at the camel - the camel was covered in blood and seemed to have passed out.

This is not over yet, Ah Fu knows that Luo Tuo will never betray the gangsters again, after all he has already lost a kidney, and if he loses anything else, he won't need to live.

But the gangsters and the red vultures didn't necessarily think so, so even though he was unconscious, he was still supported by two red vultures and carried into a police car.

Red Vulture is very sinister, no matter whether the camel has betrayed the gangster or not, as long as he is taken back and locked up for a few days, and then released again, it is tantamount to a death sentence for him.

Therefore, there is only one way for the camel to survive—that is to cooperate with the Red Eagle and let the Red Eagle secretly send someone to protect him, although most of the time, the Red Eagle will not try his best to protect this kind of small drug dealer who can be caught everywhere.

Ah Fu was thrown on the ground, and after a few more kicks with the imperial stick, he beckoned the team members to retreat.

A Red Eagle's van also came from the side of the road to pick it up, so they kept moving the bricks out of the small warehouse until all the bricks were loaded into the Red Eagle's car.

The imperial stick glanced at Ah Fu one last time, and Ah Fu couldn't even moan.

But the survival instinct still let Ah Fu know what he should do next. He should find the drug dealers and even their little bosses that the camels often come and go, show a very high awareness, and explain to them everything that happened at the moment.

This is how Ah Fu survived, even though he really didn't want to.

Crow Country has been broken, or Baihui has been broken.

Clearly, anti-drug is a good thing, but as poor people, they have to consolidate the power of drug dealers.Obviously Red Vulture was doing the right thing, but he had to adopt this extremely incorrect method.

But the vitality of the crow country people is so tenacious, even at this moment Ah Fu has no thoughts of seeking death.He wanted to survive, and this thought was almost the only thing left in his mind.

So he just prayed that the Red Eagle would retreat quickly so that he could get up quickly, run to the small houses at the end of the street quickly, and finish his duties quickly.

However, fate did not intend to let him go.

Just when the van of the Red Eagle team drove away from the only road that can be used crookedly, and the rest of the members who were not in the car retreated into the shadows, suddenly, two cars of golden jackals stopped one after the other. Red Vulture.

Seven or eight golden jackals came out of the car at once, using the car as a cover, they started shooting at the Red Eagle members and the Red Eagle's van.

It is estimated that the person who is the golden jackal finally can't stand it any longer. If I cut off my money, it will kill me. Even if I am still wearing the uniform of the golden jackal, I have to demonstrate to the red vulture.

This is probably the characteristic of Crow Country. The police and the quick response team directly under the Central Committee fought hysterically.

A teammate next to Chi Gun was directly shot to death, Chi Gun's reaction was fairly quick, and he immediately lowered himself to take cover.However, his actions were not smooth, and it was estimated that the injuries on his body were not healed.

The van stepped on the accelerator and slammed into one of Jin Jackal's cars.In this direction, their ideas are surprisingly consistent - since you are blocking my way, I don't bother to care about your life or death.Anyway, if I die, I will be killed as a gangster, so it will probably be the same when you die.

Ah Fu didn't dare to get up at all. He reluctantly moved his body and wanted to lie down to the side, but he just groped twice, and he didn't know which side's bullet hit his arm directly.

With a scream, Ah Fu simply rolled a few times, and finally rolled to the TV in the canteen, but the TV was also swept away, and there was a terrifying explosion sound.

At this moment, Ah Fu doesn't even have a knife on him, so he doesn't know how to help him.As a last resort, he could only curl up as best he could, trying his best not to let the shrapnel scratch himself.

However, the remaining three or four Red Eagles were no match for the group of golden jackals who came prepared. Even though the van drove away three or four of the golden jackals, they dodged quickly and did not die at all. Get up and continue to attack.

They surrounded these red vultures back and forth, killing intent gleamed in their eyes as if they saw a box of banknotes.

The imperial stick was also shot, and he tilted his body and rolled behind a big tree.

Those golden jackals didn't stop, two of them were armed with submachine guns and approached while shooting, as if they wanted to beat them into a sieve.Not only that, but one of them noticed Ah Fu, and Ah Fu also saw him.

Ah Fu couldn't explain how he felt at that moment. He only felt that the pores all over his body were open, and a chill shot up his back for an instant, but sweat immediately overflowed.

At first, he groaned twice because of the pain in his arm, but now the pain has disappeared. What the hell is this pain? He would rather hurt a little more than get shot in the head.

This group of golden jackals are less moral and humane than the gangsters, and they don't care about the life and death of the poor at all. Maybe they don't bother to use their brains to guess whether Ah Fu is the poor man or the informant of the red eagle. An inconspicuous peddler, and an addict who came to the canteen to buy ecstasy water and popping candies like everyone else.

Because even if he was killed—it wouldn't be considered the golden jackal's kill.

It was killed by the Red Vulture, it was killed by the gangsters, it was an accidental death in this dispute, it had nothing to do with the golden jackal anyway.

The muzzle of Jin Jackal turned around, Ah Fu could even see the hot smoke from the muzzle.

A second ago, he was still thankful for his survival instinct and tenacious vitality, but now Ah Fu really felt the fear of approaching death and the inevitable result of death.

It turns out that at this moment, I can't think of anything.

Who the hell said there was a revolving door.

At the moment when the gun fired a bullet at himself, Ah Fu's head hit the TV behind him hard.

He seemed to be dragged by someone, but the Venus in front of him and the gradually spreading black shadow made him unable to see or hear clearly.

He seemed to have been dragged for a while, and it was this section that made his already unconscious head hit the corner of the glass cabinet again.

As a result, the black shadow was knocked apart.It hit his entire eyelids into darkness, and all the noise dissipated.

He felt that death was not like this, but if it was about being saved—well, even though he didn't want to admit it, it seemed that only the imperial stick could save him.