The strongest dream shuttle

Chapter 56
Yang Fan was sitting on the sofa fiddling with a pistol, and there were a few bullets on the tea table.

Brother Nan was holding a flashing locator in his hand, standing by the window, bowing his head and smoking a cigarette silently.

"Have you made up your mind?"

Brother Nan slightly raised his head and looked at Yang Fan.

"It can only be this way."

"But that's too risky, otherwise it will hurt Jiaojiao."

Yang Fan raised his eyes, loaded the pistol, and suddenly pointed the gun at Brother Nan.

"Hey, this is no joke." Brother Nan subconsciously raised his hands.

Yang Fan twitched his mouth, put down the gun, and leaned on the sofa.

"If they don't have guns in their hands, maybe things are not as bad as you think."

But Brother Nan is still worried, if the plan fails, counting Yang Fan, it will be two lives.

The wind suddenly picked up outside the window, and Yang Fan changed into a black windbreaker with a high collar and a pair of sunglasses, looking like a killer.

Brother Nan stayed in the car alone, and Yang Fan told him not to act rashly if he heard gunshots, and everything went according to plan.

Outside the prison building covered in weeds, Yang Fan walked slowly carrying a plastic box.

Huzi was sitting by the entrance of the building holding a comic book, looking too carefully, he didn't pay attention to Yang Fan approaching from a distance, Yang Fan approached step by step, he had already come to the front, Huzi saw a pair of leather shoes appearing at him in front of.

He slowly raised his head and saw a man in a black windbreaker and black sunglasses, holding a plastic box in his hand. He thought to himself: Is this what Brother Dong ordered?

"Hey, did you send it to the wrong place?"

Huzi put down the comic book in his hand and asked him.

Yang Fan raised his sunglasses, took out a note from his pocket, and said, "Xizituo Old Prison Building, yes, this is it."

"Bring it to me to see."

Huzi grabbed the note in his hand, looked at it and threw it on the ground, waved to him, motioning him to go in.

He just sat on the chair and suddenly called out to Yang Fan: "Wait a minute."

Yang Fan stopped and turned around.

"where are you from?"

Yang Fan was expressionless: "The station."

"Station? Where is the station here?"

"I mean I came from the Station Hotel."

Huzi touched the beard on his chin, approached Yang Fan, walked around him, and looked him up.

"follow me."

He took Yang Fan to a room with closed doors and windows, a table full of instant noodle boxes and cigarette butts.

"Brother Dong, the takeaway is here."

Dadong was lying on a broken bed, when he heard Huzi's voice, he opened his eyes suddenly: Takeaway?

He took out a sharp knife from under the bed and put it into the large pocket of his overalls.

When Yang Fan saw Dadong coming in, he raised his sunglasses, lowered his head, opened the plastic box and said, "This is the takeaway you ordered, take a look."

There was an evil smile at the corner of Dadong's mouth, he touched the sharp knife in his trousers and walked towards Yang Fan, glanced at the takeaway box in the box, and said with a smile: "Huzi, what did you order?"

Huzi thought he ordered it, but he didn't expect Brother Dong to ask him suddenly, obviously something was wrong.

Huzi grabbed Yang Fan's neck and asked viciously, "Quickly, who asked you to come? Are you a policeman?"

"Huzi, what are you doing?" Dadong shouted sharply.

"Brother Dong, this..."

Yang Fan is very calm, he has already prepared for this kind of result in advance, if he is afraid of revealing his flaws at this time, it will be broken.

"Isn't this Xizituo Prison?"

Dadong took out all the food boxes from the box, opened one box, it was hot rice, and opened another box, it was spicy chicken.

Huzi looked at it and his mouth was almost watering.

"Yes, I ordered it. I remembered it wrong." Dadong smiled slightly and sat on the chair.

"Oh, Brother Dong, you should have said earlier, you scared me to death." The greedy Huzi couldn't wait.

"How much?" Dadong looked at Yang Fan and said.

Yang Fan already knew in his heart that Dadong knew he didn't order it, but he said it was. It was obvious that Yang Fan didn't deliver food, but this was also in his plan.

"It's 60 yuan in total."

"Oh? I clearly ordered 40 yuan, can you see if I made a mistake?" Dadong put a cigarette in his mouth.

"It must have been sent by mistake. We want it all, so I'll give you 40 yuan. Hurry up." Huzi took out 40 yuan and wanted to hand it to Yang Fan.

"Tiger." Dadong stopped him.

"You can't be like this, 40 yuan is 40 yuan, and you can't lose a penny. Boy, show me, is it wrong?"

Yang Fan had already thought of a countermeasure, he put the food on the table one by one, pointed with his finger and said: "Brother, I made a mistake, I will change it for you, it's in the car." , he intends to put the food in the box again.

"and many more."

Dadong stood up, walked up to Yang Fan, blew a puff of smoke into his face, and said with a smile: "Young man, aren't you afraid?"

Yang Fan was startled, a drop of sweat dripped from his forehead, he looked down at the food on the table and said nothing.

"Tiger."

"Hey, Brother Dong."

"Give him 60 yuan."

Huzi pouted, looking a little unhappy, and gave Yang Fan 60 yuan.

Yang Fan took the money, picked up the box and turned around, saw that the door of a room was not closed tightly, and through the crack of the door, Xu Jiaojiao could clearly see Xu Jiaojiao with something stuffed in her mouth, she looked at him with a painful expression, wanting to shout But he had already run out of energy.

Yang Fan pretended not to see it, and turned around with the box in his hands.

Sudden.

"Wait a minute, why is there hair in your rice?"

Yang Fan turned his head and pointed at a sharp knife, the tip of which was stuck to his forehead.

"If you want to survive, just be honest with me."

Seeing this, Yang Fan quickly raised his arm, but his action was too panicked for a moment, and the pistol on his waist was thrown off and fell gently.

When it was too late, Yang Fan raised his foot and kicked the dropped pistol upwards. He suddenly tilted his head back and grabbed the pistol in his hand. Pointing the gun at Dadong, he shouted: Don't move, put the pistol in your hands. The knife is put down.

The action was done in one go, and the tiger beside him didn't respond at all.

Dadong was also taken aback, holding the knife tightly in his hand.

"I asked you to put the knife down."

Dadong smiled cunningly, looked at Yang Fan, bent down slightly, stretched out his hand and put the knife on the ground, when the knife landed, he turned his head to look at Hu Zi, frowning, Hu Zi understood.

When he straightened up, Hu Zi rushed forward, Yang Fan strode back and pulled the trigger.

"Fuck."

Huzi fell to the ground in response, his legs shook on the ground a few times, and a stream of blood flowed out of his head...

When Yang Fan shot at Huzi, Dadong turned around and ran towards another room. After Yang Fan shot, he immediately threw the muzzle of the gun at Dadong, and then pulled the trigger again.

But this time it hit Dadong's leg.

When people are nervous, they will forget the pain. Although Dadong was shot in the calf, he still nimbly rolled on the ground, rolled into another room, and closed the door.

Yang Fan didn't follow, but went into the room where Xu Jiaojiao was locked up...

(End of this chapter)