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Chapter 3 Past Memories

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    The yellow sand blows and rolls across the sky, and the birds streak across the hot sun.

    The bird's eye overlooked the repair shop standing on the roadside below. Several gunshots suddenly sounded in the silence, and the outer wall shook violently.  The figure with wrinkled arms flew out screaming "Ah¡ª" and plunged into the sand.

    Boom!

    …ç…ç~~

    There were occasional gunshots, leaving holes in the wall, and the hole opened by the car. The woman screamed and ran out with her head in her arms. Half of the bricks flew out from inside, and hit the running figure with a bang.  Let's go to the road over there together.

    The back door of the repair workshop opened with a bang, and the man holding the money bag rushed out in horror with a gun, tore off the yellow cloth on the parked pickup truck, opened the door in a panic, threw the bag in, got into the car and started the engine,  The moment he put the reverse gear on and stepped on the accelerator, the car body shook, and the man turned his face, and saw an expressionless oriental face outside the car window, with thick beard stretched out, smiling at him.

    The next second.

    With the sound of metal tearing, the car door was directly ripped off and separated from the car body. Wang Ruhu grabbed the muzzle of the gun pointed at by the other party, pushed his thumb to the side, and the barrel of the gun squeaked.

    "Come down!"

    After drinking lightly, the tall figure in front of the car door waved his arms, and with a slight tug, the man and the gun were thrown out of the cab. The man flew horizontally and hit the factory wall heavily, stirring up a circle of dust  When it fell to the ground, the whole person bowed up like a cooked shrimp, and the head rested on the ground, coughing non-stop, and sticky blood flowed out.

    "What is not good to learn, learn to rob."

    Wang Ruhu dropped the gun with a crooked tube, leaned over and grabbed the hair of the man on the ground, and dragged him behind him. Of the five men, one was knocked out of the window, one was accidentally hit by a car, one was knocked over by a car door, and one was killed when he escaped.  After catching one, and the last one slumped at the base of the wall, there was nothing left to breathe.

    Throwing the half-dead man in his hand to the corner, Wang Ruhu walked to the front of the Humvee, and touched the metal box in the hand of the man who was killed first with his fingertips.  Memory flickers.

    "captain!" "This way"

    "Can't loseThings must be brought back"

    "Tigerdon't die"

    There was a bloody smell in the air, a vague memory, a woman was calling herself, holding him and running, dragging her tired body, sitting on the ground and crying.

    "Please let him gohe's already hurt like this"

    The flowing fragments passed through his mind, and then dissipated. Wang Ruhu grabbed the box tightly with his palm, and wiped off the blood stained on it. This box had a great relationship with him before he lost his memory, and it was also the key to unlocking his past.  It's just that there are no other clues, otherwise he would have left here three years ago.

    "Nodon't move!"

    An immature voice sounded from behind, Wang Ruhu withdrew his thoughts, turned his head, and a little boy came out from under a table holding a pistol in trembling hands.

    "Little guy, are you not afraid of death?"

    Wang Ruhu looked at him, his leather shoes rattled on the debris on the ground, and walked towards the opposite side.

    "do not come!"

    "Stop, I told you to stop!!"

    Seeing the figure that was about to reach the muzzle of the gun, the little boy cried hysterically with his eyes closed, and the figure walking over there stood still.

    Wang Ruhu laughed, then suddenly squatted down and moved closer.

    On the opposite side, the boy felt the pistol in his hand move suddenly, he opened his eyes hastily, and saw the oriental man put his forehead on the muzzle of the gun, and panicked.

    "What are you doing there are bullets in the gun that will kill you."

    "Then you shoot."

    Wang Ruhu leaned against the muzzle of the gun, staring straight at the trembling little boy, "I bet you don't have any bullets in the gun." After the words fell for a moment, he suddenly said, "Boom!"  ¡¯, the boy was so frightened that he dropped the pistol, hugged his head and squatted down on the ground, crying hard.

    hehe

    Picking up the firearm on the ground, twisting it into twists in the little boy's hands, and throwing it on the ground like scrap iron, Wang Ruhu walked to the collapsed square table, took the money that belonged to Harold, and threw back the kicked car door along the way.  In the Humvee, he sat in the cab, started the car and backed out of the workshop, took out his phone and dialed the other party's number.

    "Notify the Molossian police, by the way, call two ambulances, one cannot fit."

    After finishing speaking, hang up the call and call hardOne direction, fling out a beautiful arc, put in gear, step on the accelerator, the wheels spun twice on the spot, rolled up a touch of yellow sand, and drove away on the road.

    All the way back to the prison, it was noon, and the Humvee with one missing door drove back to the prison. Wang Ruhu came down, and Harold's men were already waiting there. He threw the money bag into the opponent's arms and went straight to the prison  Through the secluded passage, the door of VIP Room 02 is opened and opened.

    In the room, apart from Harold in a suit and leather shoes, there was an old man with a beard and a tall hairline. He was cleaning a pair of glasses, as if he was discussing something with Harold. Seeing Wang Ruhu coming in,  Putting on his glasses, he smiled and stretched out his arms to hug him, and patted his back lightly.

    Then, he looked sideways at Harold on the sofa over there: "Think about what you discussed just now, and I'll wait for your news." After speaking, the old face smiled again, staggered the tall body in front of him, opened the door and left.  go.

    "What did he discuss with you?"

    Wang Ruhu sat down on a nearby padded chair with a long back, "Looking at your smile, I know that nothing good is going on."

    Over there, Harold held a fork, crossed one leg and shrugged.

    "It's a considerable deal. He wants you to lose a game. Tiger, you win every game, and the odds are too high. If you lose a game, I will earn dozens of times."

    "Heheyou are honest." Wang Ruhu reached out to pour a glass of red wine, and took a sip.

    "I'm a businessman, so I have to pay attention to what you want and what I want. You see, after I get the money back, I can still knock another sum from the bank. After all, I lost my money from them. To a certain extent, they  But disadvantaged groups should make good use of their advantages.¡±

    "Let's talk about it later."

    "Stay and have lunch before leaving? Oh, yes, I'm going back later. The air here has made my condition worse, so I will eat lunch by myself."

    "casual."

    Wang Ruhu didn't bother to pay attention to him, grabbed an apple from the fruit plate, took a bite, walked out the door of this VIP room, and returned to his cell. The furnishings were simple, except for a soft wooden bed, a low cabinet, and a desk lamp.  There is only a wardrobe and sandbags standing in the corner.

    Watching Harold from the window touching the Hummer with one door missing, stamping his feet angrily in front of the car, and then driving away, Wang Ruhu smiled, looked down at the metal box in his hand, and put it on the bedside table.  Locker, arms behind the head lying on the bed waiting for the prison meal.

    In the following time, he punched the sandbags as usual until it was dark. The jailer came over and reminded him in a low voice that it was time to go to bed. Then he went to the bathroom to wash up. After dinner, he would occasionally sit by the bed and listen to the surrounding  The snoring sound from the inmates in the cell made Qingyue look out of the window in a trance for a while in the night.

    Life in prison is lonely and boring.

    Soon, the night darkened, and Wang Ruhu, who was lying on the couch and dozed off, uttered soft dreams, tossing and turning, as if he had fallen into a dream, his brows were furrowed, his arms tensed, and his fists hit the bed from time to time.

    The light from the corridor outside shone into the fence, and between the light and shadow dragged out, the blood stains on the metal box placed on the bedside table gradually disappeared, and a circle of shining light appeared, with the sound of mechanical electrification, and the sound of 'squeak'.

    The light blue light slowly spilled out of the gap and shone towards the head of the bed.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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