we are bad boys

On the street, the motorcycle with bamboo sticks was not driving fast, and he didn't dare to drive too slowly. He was trapped in the five cars, and he kept looking around in panic. The sound of the motor of the car, a little bit Grinding his fragile fluke mentality...

"Peng!!"

Wang Mumu lightly tapped the accelerator, the front of the car slammed, and hit the rear of the motorcycle again. The entire glove box was smashed into pieces and hung on the back of the motorcycle.

Due to the high tension, the two arms of the bamboo stick did not dare to let go for a moment and firmly grasped the handlebars, so they were very sore and painful, and they had already started to tremble continuously...

"Squeak!!" Xuanxuan on the right side drove the car and began to move closer to the motorcycle. He held the steering wheel in one hand and the machete in the other. He pointed at the bamboo stick with the tip of the knife and said with a smile: "** Yes! Don’t move!! Hold the handlebars tightly with both hands, jb around, and stick your head into the wheels, it’s not fun!"

When the bamboo stick heard Xuanxuan's words, he glanced at Xuanxuan twice. There was a gun in his waist, but sadly, he didn't dare to take it. He was afraid that Wang Mumu would hit him, and he couldn't hold the handlebar with one arm... …

"Hehe, actor?? Oscar award?? Fuck!!" Xuanxuan said with a smile, swung his arm, the blade slashed into his left arm, and within a second, blood ran down his clothes When it came out, the bamboo stick gritted its teeth, glanced at it, and shouted frantically: "Wang Mumu!! You can't kill me!!! Wang Mumu!! I know the old ghost! He trusts me!! I have a way to help you! !!"

"Panic?? Isn't it amazing? The director's face is not good, so he won't act??? Isn't it? Brother Zhizi?!"

"Pfft!!"

Xuanxuan chopped it off again, and chopped it on the arm just now. The bamboo stick looked at the blood flowing out of his arm, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, released the accelerator, and the motorcycle slowed down...

"Pong!!!"

The motorcycle descended quickly, and the rear of the car collided with Wang Mumu's front in an instant. It shook violently, and it was too late to correct the handlebars. When the body floated, the bamboo stick suddenly felt his sight and spun, and then there was a severe pain in the thigh. Because the motorcycle slammed, it fell sideways on the ground, its thighs pressed against the other side of the body, it rubbed against the ground, and it was pushed out! ! ! !

"Boom!!!"

Countless sparks rose from the body of the motorcycle on the ground, flying three or four meters forward, and got stuck under Zhang Xi's car, his thigh was torn by the friction of the ground, leaving a blood-red mark...

"Crack! Creak!!"

The five cars stopped at the same spot, and the bamboo sticks covered in blood were pressed under the motorcycle, and one hand was tightly covering his head. Because of the violent shaking of his vision, he had the illusion that his head was being rolled by the wheels. Flying...

"Wang...Mumu...don't kill me, the old ghost really trusts me, don't you hate him?? I have a solution!! Believe me!! I have a solution!!!" The bamboo stick didn't fucking know at this time, Is he still in the play? He acted very cowardly and afraid of death. He didn't show the ferociousness and madness of dancing and injecting Wang Yiheng with drugs at all...

Wang Mumu squatted down silently, looked at the bamboo stick, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't you know what I want to hear and what I hate to hear?"

"Aren't you going to take revenge?? You're not going to avenge your brother??" The bamboo stick seemed to have no idea what Wang Mumu meant, and was still taking revenge in ink, the old ghost's question.

"I owe my brother too much... The matter is over with you. I don't want to know who the old ghost is, and I don't want to know... Hey!" Wang Mumu sighed and stared blankly. The bamboo stick said softly again: "I said I'll divide your body into five horses, but you won't have any horses. Let's use a cart!!"

"Wang Mumu!!! Wang Mumu!! Can't kill me!! The old devil has been trying to mess with you for a day or two!!! Sooner or later he has to attack Caesar!! Sooner or later!!" The bamboo stick was covered in blood, looking at Wang Mumu excitedly shouted.

"Bamboo stick, there is no way to fight and kill in the messy society. We rely on this to make a living. We can get your brother for our reasons. You and your brother really want revenge. It's fucking right, but the one who killed your brother is Us!! What does it have to do with my brother!! What does it have to do with my wife???! The day you got them!! Didn’t you fucking think that I’m still alive??? I’m not dead!! Are you torn into pieces?? Don’t you fucking have to kneel and beg me! Beg me! Don’t I have to do this again??? You and me, do you have a choice??? Yes??!!!” Wang Mumu With eyes wide open, he roared and shouted at the bamboo stick, without stopping at all, he turned and ran towards the car.

……

Two or 10 minutes later, in the meadow below a certain highway, there were five vehicles in five directions.

The bamboo stick was lying on the ground, dripping with blood, with hemp rope wrapped around its neck, two legs, and two arms...

His eyes stared blankly at the sky, he was tired, he couldn't cry out, and he couldn't struggle anymore. At this time, he had countless similarities with Wang Yiheng who was in the toilet at that time, unpopular, helpless, Hesitation, fear, panic...

In the car, Wang Mumu was sitting in the driver's cab, smoking a cigarette, and he didn't dare to look back the whole time. What was he afraid of hearing? ?Still afraid of soft-hearted? ?

no one knows……

"Master Mu, it's been more than two hours..." Zhang Xi's voice came from the intercom.

"Move... let's do it!!" Wang Mumu threw away the cigarette butt, rubbed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said something, started the car, put the gear on, paused with his toes on the gas pedal, and stepped on it...

"Squeak...!"

The tires rubbed violently against the green grassy ground, and then the car suddenly rushed out, swishing, and the hemp rope tied to the parking space was stretched quickly. Almost instantly, it pulled the head of the bamboo stick and flew into the air ! ! !

"boom!!"

"boom!!"

"...!"

The other four cars also started at the same time, and rushed towards the other four directions quickly.

"Teng!!!"

The body of the bamboo stick stopped at a height of more than half a meter, and the five cars that were running stopped at the same time for a moment...

"what!!!!"

A heart-piercing scream spread across the wilderness.

"Pong!!!"

The body was torn apart, and a cloud of blood mist exploded from the sky!!!

The people on the five cars felt the rear of the car loosen at the same time, and realized something...

At this moment, Wang Mumu's screams seemed to be still reverberating. He shook his whole body, bit his lip, stepped on the gas pedal, and without turning his head, drove the car in the direction of the road, sprinting crazily... ..

The remaining four cars slowly backed up, stopped beside the dug pit, and took care of the rest...