The road began to become more and more crowded. All kinds of vehicles were scrambling to flee in all directions. No one knew where to run and followed the vehicles in front of them in confusion. People have the mentality of following the crowd. Subconsciously, they think that places with more people will be safer. In some sections and areas, the people flow more and more, and the whole traffic nearby is paralyzed.
Zhang Zhuo drove into the gas station in front of him and found that it had been occupied by a group of people.
A circle of cars surrounded the gas station, leaving only one entrance and one exit. While driving away the vehicles trying to enter, the people inside attacked those who did not follow.
The window glass of a car was smashed, leaving many scratches on the whole body. A small truck pulled out of the gas station and directly drove the car out of the gap. The car was pushed across the road and the truck returned to the gas station.
Zhang Zhuo stopped the Chevrolet at the gas station, pressed the exit window and asked, "can you fill it up, brother?"
Several people in casual clothes gathered around the gas station and looked at Zhang Zhuo and his car.
"Do you have any money? If you don't, you can exchange it for something." One of the leaders said to Zhang Zhuo.
"Yes, please fill it up for me," said Zhang Zhuo, putting on his gear and driving into the gas station, taking out his wallet from the car.
"Five hundred dollars," said the man.
Zhang Zhuo thought that it was expensive and acceptable, so he took out five red grandpa Mao from his wallet and handed them to him.
"One liter." The man didn't reach for the money that Zhang Zhuo handed over, but added with some disdain.
"Why don't you grab it?" Zhang Zhuo was annoyed: "it's against the law to make a country rich."
"Breaking the law? Ha ha ha", the person who offered the price laughed, and the surrounding companions also showed disdainful smiles.
"I'm just robbing. Why don't you accept it?" The arrogant man's face is sad, but his eyes have been fixed on Zhang Zhuo's Chevy.
Zhang Zhuo didn't want to pay any attention to them and backed out the car.
"It's OK to exchange your car. The car over there is full of gas. Keep your car and drive away."
Zhang Zhuo ignored the arrogant man's words and backed the car onto the road outside and drove towards Baohua Mountain National Forest Park.
The arrogant man glanced at the direction of Chevy's departure and winked at the men behind him. Several people behind got on two cars and followed Zhang Zhuo.
Zhang Zhuo drove his car onto Yulan Road, which is close to the outer edge of the park and surrounded by high-end residential areas and villas. There were two cars behind him, and there were not many cars nearby. Zhang Zhuo noticed these two "tails" at a glance.
In front is the country garden Xianlin cloud villa. The villas are built around the lake, and the landscape is very unique. Zhang Zhuo circled the car into the villa area, intending to find an opportunity to solve the "tail" behind.
On the car following out of the gas station, several people are discussing where to grab the car. The driver of the front car saw Zhang Zhuo's car turning into the villa area and hurriedly informed the rear car with the interphone.
The villa area is sparsely populated. The owners of these villas are busy around the country on weekdays. Only a few days a year can they come to the industry here to rest and return to life.
This is a very ideal place for hands-on. Both Zhang Zhuo and the people behind him think so.
The two cars behind accelerated up and disappeared in the villa area.
Zhang Zhuo parked the Chevrolet next to a green belt in the middle of the street in the villa area. People got off the car, lit a cigarette and smoked leisurely.
At the corner in front of him, two cars following him appeared. Zhang Zhuo's eyes narrowed, and his mouth spat out smoke. His face looked bored.
When the smoke was almost finished, the people at the gas station came to me. Five people came down from the two cars. The first one combed his hair, wore a black T-shirt on his upper body, and a pair of dirty grey jeans on his lower body. It should have been a while since he washed them. The blue sneakers were also full of oil and dust. There were two accomplices standing on both sides of the black T-shirt man. The two on the left were naked, one had a tattoo on his arm, the other had a tattoo on his chest, and the two on the right had dyed their hair, so their clothes were somewhat non mainstream.
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The five men looked down on Zhang Zhuo and chased him without even bringing the fighting guy. Zhang Zhuo saw that the five people were all empty handed and calmed down a lot. If each other carried weapons, it would be a bit tricky.
"If you leave now and leave the car behind, it will be as if nothing has happened," said the man in a black T-shirt, pointing to Zhang Zhuo. "My brother has very limited time."
"This sentence is also for you," Zhang Zhuo smiled. From the look and tone of the other side, he also knew roughly what the opponent was. Such a local ruffian can fight ten with empty hands.
"Toast without penalty," the black T-shirt man waved his hand forward, and four friends on both sides followed him and rushed toward Zhang Zhuo. When the five people were just about to move, Zhang Zhuo had already moved. Zhang Zhuo's figure rushed forward and quickly. There was only a cigarette butt on the ground that had not been burnt out.
Just after the five men rushed out of the distance of one or two steps, the black T-shirt man in the front suddenly found that Zhang Zhuo had arrived in front of them. There was a sharp pain in the chest. The man had already flown out and fell to the ground with a dull sound.
"Wow," the black T-shirt man spat out blood, covered his chest with his hands and kept rolling on the ground. The pain made his body twitch constantly, and his clothes were covered with dust on the ground.
When Zhang Zhuo rushed over, he kicked the black T-shirt man's chest directly in front of him, which made his chest sink in and broke many ribs. When he landed, Zhang Zhuo turned around and dodged the fist of a young man dressed in a non mainstream fashion. His body had already moved behind him. His right hand hooked his neck from behind, and his left hand wrapped around the front and pressed his forehead.
The young man's throat was locked by Zhang Zhuo's right hand, and his breathing began to become difficult. His forehead was pressed back by Zhang Zhuo's hand, and his cervical spine was pressed to the maximum angle. The head began to lack oxygen and the blood could not be delivered. The young man's eyes began to roll up, and his consciousness became somewhat blurred.
Three people in the neighborhood rushed to the front of them. They saw that Zhang Zhuo suddenly turned over and controlled one of them. They knew that the person in front of them was not easy to be provoked. Several of them kicked the steel plate this time.
The young man who was locked by Zhang Zhuo's neck began to hold Zhang Zhuo's arm with both hands, trying to pull his hand away. But he struggled, and the arm that locked his throat wound his neck like a steel pipe.
The eyeballs began to be congested, and the facial features on the young man's face were squeezed together because of discomfort, and turned into purple sauce.
"If you let go, we'll go now," a middle-aged man with bare arms howled at Zhang Zhuo, and his tone was obviously fierce and weak. The two people beside him also cooperated with him to rush forward.
"Want to go? It's late." Zhang Zhuo's left hand continued to exert force. A few seconds later, the young man with his neck locked collapsed on the ground. He did not know whether he was dead or alive.
Zhang Zhuo didn't kill them, but it doesn't mean that Zhang Zhuo did it lightly. Zhang Zhuo grasped the measure of these people. Their injuries won't kill them, but they won't recover in a short time. As for whether they are dead or alive in the future, they can only ask for their own blessings.
The remaining three people also fell to the ground when they saw the young man. The advantage in the number of people suddenly became much smaller, and their inner strength began to be insufficient. Zhang Zhuo walked towards them step by step. This kind of atmosphere oppressed them to retreat slowly and involuntarily.
The middle-aged man with bare arms began to turn around to run. Zhang Zhuo caught up with him and put his foot behind him on the inside of his knee. The middle-aged man ran away at a speed. He knelt down on one knee, and his upper body rushed forward. His face scratched a distance on the ground.
The middle-aged man lay on the ground, covering his face with one hand and groping his knee with the other. There is blood oozing from the fingers covering the face. The bone at the knee of the left leg is deformed. I don't know whether it is broken or misplaced.
The remaining two people saw that they could not run away, so they had to fight. When the two men rode Zhang Zhuo to push the middle-aged man's knee, they jumped on both sides to hold him one left and one right. Zhang Zhuo's arms were locked to death by two people, and they did not get away at the first time. The two people holding Zhang Zhuo tried to push back and push Zhang Zhuo to the ground.
Zhang Zhuo suddenly bumped his forehead against the man's face on the left side, and the strength of being held on his body suddenly relaxed a lot. The man who was bumped into his face could not resist it and released his hands to cover his nose. As soon as Zhang Zhuo's upper body worked hard, the rest of the man's arm was shaken open, and then a hook punch hit him on the waist.
Time seemed to stop flowing. The eyes of the man with purple hair began to bleed with blood at a speed invisible to the naked eye. His mouth was open, trying to roar out the howling sound brought by the sharp pain, but the sound seemed to disappear when it reached the throat. His mouth could only be opened like a dead fish, and his upper and lower lips could not even be closed. There was a blank in his head. Some stars flew around in front of the purple haired man. The pain seemed to be far away, but it seemed very close. Then the body felt that it did not belong to him. The light in front of him slowly darkened, and the consciousness became blank.
The last man left had a tiger head tattooed on his chest. He had just been hit on his face by Zhang Zhuo's forehead. At the moment, his nose was bleeding. There were four of his accomplices lying on the ground beside him. Except for one who was still howling, the other three had not moved any more.
The tattooed man with blood on his face knelt down in front of Zhang Zhuo. After kowtowing several times, he began to beg for mercy. The nose blood flowed into his mouth and mixed with the saliva in his mouth.
"Who sent you?" Zhang Zhuo went over and squatted in front of him and asked.
The tattooed man knelt on the ground and did not dare to look up. His body began to tremble.
"I'll only ask once and count to three." Zhang Zhuo said coldly.
"One."
"It's brother Jiang, no, no, it's Jiang huaixuan."
Zhang Zhuo thought of the mustache in the gas station. Brother Jiang was tall, slightly fat, a little bald on the top of his head, but his beard was very thick.
"How many of you are there?" Zhang Zhuo continued to ask.
"More than 20," said the tattooed man, who seemed to have the intention of letting go of himself, and replied more simply.
After hearing that he said there were more than 20 people, Zhang Zhuo gave up his plan to go to Jiang huaixuan for trouble after a little thought. Now Zhang Zhuo is unarmed, and many people in the opposite side do not say anything about it. Besides, he must have some weapons such as sticks and daggers.