Human ladder

The motorcycle turned into a giant right in front of Wen Yan, and he didn't even have time to close his eyes - because at that moment, he would also avoid his eyes in fear.

Wen Yan felt the force on his left arm loosen, and there was a scream, followed by more screams, beatings and scolding one after another.

He didn't have time to think about turning over and rolling in the opposite direction, but he was hit by the motorcycle and turned over, and then both sides loosened at the same time. Before Wen Yan could stand still, he was carried on the waist like a single chicken Motorcycle back seat.

Wen Yan still hadn't figured out who the person watching the car was, but he heard Luan Bing's slightly mocking voice from the front seat: "I'm making you look good, why are there only more than 20 people like this? Are you How did you get down in the new area?!"

Wen Yan was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, but when he heard Luan Bing's voice, he let go of all his defenses and said weakly, "You can't rely on your face?"

"Don't say you are messing with me, my younger brother hasn't been beaten like this yet."

Wen Yan hadn't seen Luan Bing for a few days, and when he heard this, he smiled teasingly, patted Luan Bing on the back, and said, "Please turn around..."

"!!!" Luan Bing couldn't help looking back at Wen Yan, seeing that the kid still had the strength to laugh, he was a little relieved, and his voice subconsciously softened a little: "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I forgot my homework, go back and get it."

"..." Luan Bing took a deep look at Wen Yan from under the helmet visor, and Wen Yan tried his best to conceal the panic and guilty look in his heart, and didn't want to expose it, just asked: "Worth your death?"

Wen Yan was taken aback for a moment, Xu felt a little guilty about his insincerity, avoided Luan Bing's eyes, and nodded.

Luan Bing turned abruptly and sharply, the tires slashed up and down on the concrete floor, and the whole car body followed in a beautiful arc.

The people behind were chasing after them with more than a dozen motorcycles. When they saw the other party stop, they immediately froze there, not knowing what trick they were planning to play, and surrounded Wen Yan and the others vigilantly, blocking the small alley for several floors.

Luan Bing took off his helmet and put it on Wen Yan's body, and nuzzled his chin at Wen Yan: "Boy, watch out, your kind of hand-to-hand combat is the fight of elementary school students. My mother will teach you how to teach these people a lesson!"

Luan Bing's nail-painted fingers held the handlebars and turned them around fiercely, and the humming and humming of the motorcycle became louder and louder.

"Wait?! Don't tell me you came alone?"

Luan Bing ignored this sentence directly, and whistled happily, "Brother Jin is on the way here, it's up to the luck of the two of us to hold on, sit tight!"

Wen Yan quickly took off his helmet and put it on Luan Bing's head, and mocked unceremoniously: "You have never beaten me on motorcycles, can you do it this time?"

He heard a crisp laughter coming from in front of him, and his whole body emptied. He usually plays locomotives and extreme speed games, but he always plays on unobstructed winding mountain roads or race tracks. He has never seen such a tough way. However, I only felt that the effect of gravity seemed to have weakened the moment it left the ground.

The strong impact pain on his side distorted Wen Yan's entire face. He looked at the notebook that was thrown not far away, with his legs sandwiching the car, and quickly leaned over to pick up the notebook like a monkey fishing for the moon. Then he patted Luan Bing on the back.

But in this short period of time, Lao Diao's people have become more and more, forming a tight encirclement from front to back, every look at Wen Yan and the others are sending the same message - these two people cannot leave here alive.

No matter how good the performance of the locomotive was, it couldn't withstand such a rampage, Wen Yan knew that they would not be able to charge a second time.

He worked hard, but he couldn't walk the short 300 meters in front of him.

Wen Yan sipped the blood in his mouth, and laughed hoarsely: "It's not bad, at least it lured them out."

His eyes suddenly became sharp, and behind him were desperadoes who died for money.

The 17-year-old boy has not been deeply involved in the world. Even if he learns how adults wander around in those places, even if he wants to learn to plunge into the darkness to find the countless pairs of tentacles that stir up the situation under the darkness, even if he does not know the heights of the sky and the earth, he wants to move forward step by step, regardless of his own safety. , determined to find a truth that he could accept...

But he was too weak after all, and how many more experienced heroic martyrs gave their lives for nothing in the end.

What can he, a boy who is nothing, change?

Wen Yan lowered his eyes, thinking coolly in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, a handful of cooler things in his hand stimulated all his senses to gradually return to their place.

Wen Yan looked at the iron rod in his hand, and looked up at Luan Bing in astonishment.

Luan Bing took off his helmet, shook his long hair, and raised his eyebrows at Wen Yan: "No sharp weapons, no killing, no blood, only self-defense, understand?"

"..."

Immediately, Luan Bing added as if explaining something: "You are still young, so you can't have so many unclean things on your hands."

I don't know if Wen Yan was worrying too much, he always felt that Luan Bing cared about something.

But what's more, a barren glacier in his heart was suddenly shocked by a drop of magma piercing through his body, and the blood all over his body was numb and numb, and a layer of chicken skin appeared on his body - he didn't realize that his eyes were already red.

Luan Bing took out a special silver|knife from his leather boots, looked at this group of desperadoes, and kept talking to Wen Yan as if to relieve Wen Yan's suppressed tension: "I haven't seen you for a while. Such a crazy person. This is an urban area, I really don’t care about the police.”

Wen Yan was not in the mood to answer, and focused on back-to-back with Luan Bing, but at this moment he was a little lucky—lucky that Lu Congqi didn't come with him.

Wen Yan held back the pain in his body, the back of his head was covered with blood, and the wound on his forehead wetted his black hair in locks and strands, which were sticking wetly to his forehead at the moment, following his gaze It's all scarlet.

"Sister Luan, for the sake of our life and death today, I'm asking you something." Wen Yan said to Luan Bing while staring at these people who were ready to go.

They didn't notice that a black gun barrel on the roof of the unfinished building in front of them was aiming at this side. Wen Yan's blood-wet side face appeared in the scope. The whole line was tense, but it was still a Childish young man.

The man turned his gaze slightly to the side, and said to the gaze of the Bluetooth headset: "Two people, I guess they can't get out, and they didn't see what he was holding."

The Bluetooth headset flashed a few times, the sniper was stunned for a moment, then looked at his target through the scope, and said sharply: "No, it's not the one you want, he has no scar on his neck."

The sniper seemed to be hesitating for a moment, gritted his molars, and assured him: "Okay, there are no misses."

"You said."

Two motorcycles came directly towards the two of them, and the staggered one after the other did not give them a chance to breathe. Only Wen Yan quickly asked: "Who sent you? Or..."

Wen Yan turned over and wiped off the rearview mirror of the motorcycle, and escaped. He took a few breaths and continued his words: "Which side are you from?"

On the roof of an abandoned unfinished building in the distance, with an effective range of within 800 meters, the sniper's finger has already climbed the trigger, the muzzle of the gun is deflected to the left, and the front sight is aimed at Wen Yan's temple.

The target in the scope moved sensitively, as if sensing something, turned around and pointed a slightly childish face at the muzzle of the gun, and the aiming position of the temple became between the eyebrows.

The sniper shrank his gun sharply and shrank under the cover.

Before Luan Bing could answer, Wen Yan moved his body and pouted towards the group of unfinished buildings in the distance: "300 meters, when we get there, they won't be able to find us due to the complicated terrain. How about it?"

In front of them, the beast-like motorcycle team turned the handlebars, and they were accelerating and coaxing for another shot. Luan Bing really didn't want to splash this cold water, so he couldn't help but said: "Well, you might as well let me fly."

The sniper saw that the end was over, although he didn't understand that this kid was dead anyway, but the boss insisted on shooting him himself.

Could it be that this kid is worth wasting another hundred-dollar bullet? ? ?

The sniper took aim quickly, narrowed his eyes into a narrow line, curled his lips and said in disdain: "Call work."

The bullet rushed out with the wind, and the sound of the gunshot was very obvious amidst the sound of motorbikes galloping and galloping.

However, there was a louder roar of the engine, like a beast that had been dormant for a long time was finally released, and a Maserati Champion Cup SUV squeezed in from the depths of the alley. The black body seemed to be swept away in the hot sun The coming night broke through layer after layer of motorcycle obstacles, barely stopping in front of Wen Yan and Luan Bing.

In a few seconds, the bullet hit the side door glass of the SUV, and the glass shattered.

However, the owner of the car obviously didn't feel sorry for the scratches and damage. He knocked the real 'death convoy' apart like a bowling ball. When he got out of the car window, Jin Shuo was sitting in the driver's seat. Jin Shuo raised his chin at Wen Yan and Luan Bing to signal them to get in the car.

The two immediately rolled into the back seat unceremoniously. As soon as they entered the car, Wen Yan saw clearly that there was still a person sitting in the back seat.

A person who should not have appeared here, or in other words, should not have appeared in the same frame as Jin Shuo - Lu Congqi.

Lu Congqi saw that Wen Yan's whole body had no good skin, his eyelids twitched immediately, he carefully avoided the wound on his body, and stretched out his hand to give him a hand.

Wen Yan handed him his hand without any resentment.

As soon as the two of them sat down firmly, the car door hadn't even come to remember to close it. The excellent Teng Teng of the Champion's Cup got on the road again and drove more than ten meters away.

"No..." Wen Yan said dryly to Jin Shuo, "You also came alone?"

Jin Shuo pursed his lips tightly and kept silent while wearing sunglasses.

But if you look carefully, Jin Shuo's lips are trembling slightly.

"No, old...Brother Jin has brought someone, if you don't believe me, look behind."

As expected, Wen Yan rolled down the car window and looked back. He saw that the alley was only three meters wide, and it was fine if more than a dozen motorcycles were squeezed out. Now some people were crushed by the motorcycles Before I could get up on the ground, I saw five or six commercial vehicles driving in, and a hundred people in uniform got off from the black commercial vehicles. They were uniformed one by one by black and neatly dressed and well-trained , and "harmonious, civilized, and friendly" made them hug their heads, squat down, and wait for the police uncle to finish.

No one noticed that the sniper on the roof of the unfinished building cursed and planned to take a few more shots, but was yelled at by the person on the earphone: "Trash, come back!"