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Chapter 22 Paralysis, where is the car?

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    The car lights were so bright that the old man and Feng Jun, who were illuminated by the beam of light, squinted their eyes together.

    The old man was the first to react. Although his eyes were dim, he still shouted out immediately, "It's those little bastards!"

    Feng Jun¡¯s reaction was not slow, ¡°Hey, are they those speedster gangs?¡±

    Like other second-tier cities, Zhengyang also has adventurous speedsters who ride high-power modified motorcycles. Every night, there are a large number of people racing on the outer ring road. To increase the excitement, there are gambling odds.

    "These people are not necessarily bad, but they are absolutely unscrupulous in their actions. A while ago, the police just busted a racing gang because they had a beautiful motorcycle girl sitting in the back seat while they were racing.

    Motorcycle girls not only test their driving skills, but also the bet of drag racing: the winner passes.

    That¡¯s right, it¡¯s winner-take-all, not winner-take-all, and it¡¯s done in full view of the public.

    To the police, this is absolutely intolerable. A person who gathers people for promiscuity and commits crimes is so stubborn that he will not run away.

    But why did these energetic guys think of coming here?

    The next moment, the old man sighed, "These little bastards, are you thinking of causing trouble to me?"

    These guys really came to cause trouble. Then, a few ropes were thrown over, with iron grips tied to the top of the ropes, and they firmly grabbed the iron fence door.

    Feng Jun also understood what the other party wanted to do, so he asked, "I said, won't you call the police?"

    "Calling the police is of no use!" the old man said in a foul voice, with a strong sense of helplessness in his tone, "A bunch of brats, they may not even be eighteen years old, and their families all have spare money, so they can't be locked up for one night and then released"  If you really call the police, they will come to cause trouble every now and then."

    Hearing this explanation, Feng Jun also gave up the idea of ??helping to call the police. The old man himself had given up, so why should he learn?

    In fact, the old man's failure to close the switch caused great inconvenience to him. He is not a good person who repays evil with kindness.

    So he just smiled and asked, "You know these guys well?"

    The old man snorted angrily, "We in Xiaowu Village only have a few such prodigal sons."

    Feng Jun now understood that Xiaowu Village was a village that was urbanized relatively early and was in a good location. The villagers there were quite wealthy.

    After several iron grabbers grabbed the iron door, a huge roar sounded again, and the motorcycles quickly moved away.

    Immediately afterwards, several ropes tied with iron grips stretched straight in an instant, pulling hard on the iron door.

    At this moment, it was like going back to ancient times, when nomads used their horse power to drag fences to break through the defense.

    To be honest, this kind of behavior is suspected of being pretentious. The iron gate of the factory is old and the wall that fixes the gate is loose. Three or four young men can knock it over if they hit it hard. If they are pulled by a motorcycle, it will be easily damaged.  locomotive.

    However, isn¡¯t the reason why these little brats play with speeding cars just to show off?

    Several ropes worked together, and the iron fence door shook and fell to the ground with a loud noise.

    "Isn't this too unreserved?" Feng Jun was a little dumbfounded. With such a big iron door, it would be better to put up a little resistance.

    The speedsters let out a cheer, turned the front of the car, and then turned back together.

    The bright lights shine unscrupulously into the factory, accompanied by the roar of huge motors.

    "Obviously, these guys are so bold that they are not in a hurry to escape. Once they decide to escape, no one else will be able to catch up."

    The two motorcycles stalled, and four young people, three men and one woman, came over.

    The two men were holding nunchucks in their hands. The woman was wearing a tight black vest, denim hot pants, and a wide belt at the waist, studded with shiny rivets, exposing her two big white legs.

    This is a typical little girl¡¯s attire. The makeup on her face must be so thick that even her mother would not be able to recognize her.

    The old man couldn¡¯t help but mutter, ¡°If my daughter dares to dress like this, I¡¯ll hang her up and beat her!¡±

    However, these four were the ones who planned to slap us in the face. A muscular boy with a crew cut spoke up, his face full of savagery, "Old man, if you don't turn on the street lights, are you planning to cause us to have a car accident?"

    The old man took two steps back, picked up the shovel at the door of the room, and then sneered, "Come on, can you try it with your hands?"

    Just by looking at his unambiguous look, you know that what he said is serious. After all, he is a master who came from the turbulent times. Despite his age, he is really not afraid of risking his life at all.

    The four young men were all stunned. The nunchucks were shorter than shovels.When I got out of the car, I turned off the ignition, but I didn't remove the car key, just to make it easier to run away.

    "It's impossible," the rider next to him shook his head, "There are so many living people here."

    Xiao Pingtou looked forward and found a young man with his head lowered, using his mobile phone while walking out, so he shouted, "That boy, stop!"

    "You're yelling at me!" Feng Jun put the phone in his pocket, turned around and scolded, "You're a donkey?"

    "Are you saying that again?" The little girl shouted, "You're tired of living, aren't you?"

    "Come on, come on, I'm tired of living," Feng Jun laughed angrily, "Let me see which of you can take my life away!"

    "Okay," Xiaopingtou was very sensible. He waved his hand and spoke in a deep voice, "I don't have time to argue with you, so I just want to ask you have you seen my motorcycle?"

    ??The speeding gang is very arrogant and acts unscrupulously, but it is impossible to kill people at every turn. Then it is not the speeding gang, but the underworld. These young people are a little more energetic, but it does not mean that they have no brains.

    In fact, those who play this game are wandering on the edge of the rules, and their IQs are still above the average level. They know very well that drag racing is not a big deal, but if drag racing is involved in gangs, it is a big deal.

    Xiao Pingtou spoke sincerely, "My car is worth 800,000 yuan. If you can provide me with clues to find it, I will give you 100,000 yuan!"

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