country evil

Accompanied by Song Shixi, chewing dried tofu and stewed pig's feet, gurgling, less than half an hour, half of a bottle of Lao Baigan went away, his eyes were dim, his tongue was a little big when he talked, and the alcohol was surging. The first feeling is that even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire, I dare to go there.

"Come on, take the last sip of Zhuangxing wine, it's done." Song Shixi divided the remaining wine into two, poured it into a teacup, and clinked the glasses.

"Damn it, Liu Quan is a hammer. I'm afraid that something will happen to him. Do you have to drink to strengthen your courage?" Lin Le picked up the cup, raised his neck and drank it down.

In the morning, according to his daily habit, Liu Quan would sit early and drink tea outside the teahouse on Guanling Street, with several important subordinates gathered around him. At around nine o'clock, he would enter the teahouse and play mahjong for a little entertainment. , Win or lose is three to five or twenty thousand, until around twelve o'clock I get off the table and go to Sanjiang Yufu for dinner.

Song Shixi had figured out Liu Quan's activity rules long ago. According to his plan, the two drove to Guanling Street for a couple of laps. After making sure that Liu Quan and other important figures were present, they parked the Audi in a hidden place at the street corner and spotted Liu Quanjin. After playing mahjong in the restaurant, Lin Le rushed in at the right time, blocked the door, and threatened Liu Quan to promise not to interfere with the normal operation of Caohua Company.

Not only has he figured out the life rules of the big bosses of the Qingjiang gang, but Song Shixi also has a rough idea of ​​his details. A former gangster boss, who has reached middle age and is worth close to [-] million yuan, is starting to seek a job as a member of the Jiangyou CPPCC. From black to red, quit the familiar circle, stay in the background, rely on the influence of the past to make money as much as possible, even though he is still manipulating his subordinates to fight and kill, but he dare not charge in person, he wants to land safely as soon as possible, and become a legal businessman .

Threats with "explosives" were not on the whim of the acting general manager. What's more, Liu Quan was different from Feng Han. Even if Lin Le went to make a big fuss, he would not lose his life.

Said to use wine to boost courage, at this time Lin Le was already drunk, his head was buzzing like a hornet's nest, and after eight o'clock, he sat in the passenger seat in a daze, and Song Shixi drove to Guanling Street.

Not long after, the Audi shifted to second or third gear, and drove slowly past the tea house facing the street. At a tea table near the sidewalk, Liu Quan lay on his back on a wicker chair, lit a cigarette, looking extremely comfortable, surrounded by Several main subordinates didn't even want to look at Audi in front of them.

Several subordinates, including Li Ying of the younger generation.

After confirming that Liu Quan himself was present, Audi turned into a secluded place at the intersection, Lin Le put on a fake explosive pack, disguised himself, and waited for the best time to attack.

According to the plan, the last step is also the most important. After the Qingjiang gang made a big fuss, someone had to clean up the situation, otherwise the fuss would be in vain. Song Shixi had already sorted out Lin Le's relationship in the city. The phone numbers of Zheng Tianhao, Deng Dingqin and others.

The most important person must be present. The injury of He Er is basically stable at this time, and there is no need to worry about the wound cracking. Hu Yiyue will send him to Guanling Street, push him out in a wheelchair, and face Liu Quan directly.

Song Shixi decided that once Lin Le rushed into the teahouse, he would immediately call these big shots and ask them to come immediately to "care about" the good brothers who had a little trouble.

Nearly nine o'clock, Audi turned back to Guanling Street and walked around again. The tea tables facing the street were empty. Looking from the window of the teahouse, he found Liu Quan's tall figure had appeared beside the mahjong table.

Driving back to a secluded place, Song Shixi sat in the car, held his mobile phone, and watched Lin Le walk slowly towards the teahouse.

At nine o'clock, people are busy at work, there are only a few pedestrians on the street, most of them are old people who are walking or going out to buy vegetables.

Although he drank to build up his courage, Lin Le was not in this line of work after all. He was a little stage-frightened before the battle, and approached the target step by step with the stiff steps like a mecha-men.

"Alas, it's really not easy to hang out with people in the city who look good and live above others. In fact, playing the role of soy sauce is relaxed, happy, free and easy. If there is no conflict, there will be no pressure. I don't know. It's much more comfortable." Walking slowly, I feel a lot of emotions, covered by clothes, like a real explosive bag, as if if I pull the fuse, I will die together, and the ashes will be wiped out.

Closer, closer.

The tea house is less than 20 meters away.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," an ambulance whizzed by, couldn't help being startled, his chest was pounding, he mistakenly thought that a police car was coming He is a ruthless character, but when things got to this point, he wanted to turn around, but he was afraid that Song Shixi and the beauties in the company would make fun of him and call him a worthless person.

Gathered up, burped, wiped the saliva from the corners of the mouth, straightened up, and walked to the door of the teahouse on the ground floor step by step with the steps to die.

"What are you doing?" A man with a livid face sat by the door and asked coldly, "Tea is not allowed here."

"..." Lin Le was stunned on the spot, momentarily at a loss for words, why am I here?Country boy from Changgou Town, come to make soy sauce?There is no such thing as soy sauce in the teahouse.

When the man saw a little boy in his twenties coming, he had strange eyes, thinking that he didn't understand the rules of the city and was just watching the excitement, so he took a sip of tea and turned his attention to the game.

"Huh, huh, huh," "啪啪啪," this teahouse is different from other teahouses. There is no loud noise inside. Those who enjoy tea and play mahjong are all very quiet, only the gentle rubbing of mahjong can be heard. Voice.

The quieter it is, the more terrifying and murderous it is. No wonder ordinary people dare not come in for tea.

Lin Le froze at the door for about half a minute, feeling like an outsider who had nothing to do with her family. Wouldn't it be ridiculous if she really wanted to go in and make a fuss, but she was kicked out unceremoniously.

Liu Quan has had a habit for many years. No matter where he goes, he sits with his back against the wall and facing the door. This is a seat that only veterans would choose. In his early years, he managed to avoid the plots of two or three enemies.

At this moment, he found a good card and tried it on his finger. With a blank face, he lightly played a waste card. When he looked up, he noticed a figure at the door. It took less than a second to judge the card. This is a hairy kid passing by to watch the excitement, continuing to look down at the cards.

The four eyes met, and for just a split second, Lin Le was overwhelmed by the calmness and strength of the other party. He guessed that going in and making a fuss would be like hitting a stone with an egg, and he secretly flinched.

"Lin Le, it's you." While hesitating, Li Ying suddenly recognized him and greeted him lukewarmly.

It was this greeting that made him change his mind. When he thought of the Qingjiang gang stabbing him in the back, he couldn't help but burst into blood, and strode into the teahouse like a peerless god who stood upright. He suddenly stripped off his clothes and threw them on the ground like garbage, showing A military explosive package came, held a fuse, blocked the door, and shouted: "Don't move, whoever moves, everyone will die together."