Chapter 68 Night Run
The first reaction of the man in the plaid shirt and the man in the slicked-back hair was to see a ghost.
A person riding a motorcycle at a speed of 100 miles per hour hits an obstacle, and it is natural for the car to be destroyed and the person to die. Now the car has been smashed into a pile of scrap metal in an unknown corner, but the person suddenly sat up and talked to himself after falling from a height of more than ten meters and then rolling more than twenty meters!
The rider was naturally Zhang Nianzu. He was determined to save Lei Tingting, so he was moving at full speed. In fact, he didn't see anyone on the roadside for a second before the accident. It might be possible at other times, but at this time, his mind was full of Lei Tingting, and then his body suddenly flew up. During the short time he stayed in the air, his heart was empty. Only then did he realize that he was in an accident. He didn't know if his body could withstand this level of disaster, so he immediately made all the remedies he could. He adjusted his posture, and when he landed, he used his back to support the ground to avoid head injuries. When rolling, his elbows and knees were all used to protect his body. In short, all the bones that could be supported were supported. This is the characteristic of the strongman tribe. When they are hit, they can immediately mobilize all their energy to deal with the situation, while the panic and tension of ordinary people are missing at this moment.
Of course, even if ordinary people have such reaction ability and psychological quality, they will still die if their physical structure is not up to standard. Even Zhang Nianzu lay on the ground dizzy for a while before he came to his senses. He guessed their identities after seeing the checkered shirt, the slicked-back hair and the branch on the ground.
"Are you from the Black Panther Gang?" Zhang Nianzu asked as he stood up from the ground and patted the dirt off his body.
"..." The two men were dumbfounded and could not say a word. In fact, if Zhang Nianzu was bleeding from his head and gave a few instructions for his final arrangements in his dying tone, they might be better off.
"Speak!" Zhang Nianzu was anxious. Why did the Black Panther Gang suddenly strengthen their defense on the road? Had they encountered any attack?
"Uh... yes." The man in plaid shirt was trying to keep himself calm.
“Has anyone gone up the mountain before me?”
“No…no.”
Zhang Nianzu finally felt relieved. He looked down the mountain and realized that even if he could find the motorcycle, he would definitely not be able to drive it. This was what made him most depressed.
The man with the slicked back hair said angrily, "Um...we didn't mean it just now. Are you okay?"
Zhang Nianzu didn't bother to answer him and asked again: "How far is it from here to Lei Xiaohu's villa?"
"About ten kilometers." The slicked-back hair suddenly became alert, "Why are you asking this?"
Hua Geshan looked Zhang Nianzu up and down and said in disbelief, "You really are lucky to have a life." He was still quite happy, because even if they lost a life, they would definitely be in trouble. Now the victim was fine and didn't seem to intend to blackmail them. It was a good thing anyway.
Zhang Nianzu suddenly pointed at him and the man with the slicked-back hair and said, "You two continue to guard here. No matter who it is, don't let him go up. Do you hear me?"
"Okay..." Hua Ge Shan agreed almost without thinking.
The guy with the slicked-back hair glared and said, "Huh? Why should we listen to you?"
Zhang Nianzu smiled and said, "Because you two owe me a life." He could see that the man in the plaid shirt and the man in the slicked-back hair were indeed not ruthless people. Mainly, at this critical moment, he didn't have the time to pay attention to such small characters, so he didn't plan to do anything to them.
The man in the plaid shirt and the man in the slicked-back hair started to discuss quietly, "Anyway, the boss's order is for us to stop the suspicious people, so we should just do him a favor. Otherwise, if this guy wants to blackmail us, it won't be solved with just 5000 or 10000 yuan."
The man with the slicked-back hair muttered, "But aren't we gangsters? Are we still afraid of being blackmailed?"
Huaguashan said: "That's why you can't get promoted! The bigger the gang is, the more reasonable they are. You tripped someone and made him fall so hard, and your motorcycle is gone. We are not in the right—"
The man with the slicked back hair thought about it and said to Zhang Nianzu, "Then we'll consider it as returning a favor to you."
Zhang Nianzu said with a smile, "Thank you very much." Then he bent down and ran up to the top of the mountain with big strides.
The man in the checkered shirt and the man in the slicked-back hair watched as Zhang Nianzu disappeared from sight in a short while. The man in the checkered shirt said with a click of the tongue, "Good fellow! Most people would have been turned into a pulp after such a fall, but this guy got up and ran!"
The man with the slicked-back hair seemed to have figured something out at that moment, and suddenly said quietly, "I understand why he said we owed him a life - if he had thrown us down the mountain, we would be two puddles of meat now."
Huageshan shuddered and said, "Hurry up, since you promised them, you have to do what you said."
The two hooligans were grateful. This time they jumped into the woods and brought out a fallen dead tree, blocking the road tightly. They stood behind the tree and patrolled faithfully. After a while, the slicked-back hair man said, "Oh, by the way, the man didn't say what he was going to do in the mountains. The boss asked us to stop suspicious people. Is he suspicious?"
Hua Ge Shan thought about it for a while and said, "Forget it!"
"Then how do we explain this to the boss?"
Hua Ge Shan was silent for a while, and finally said with emotion: "Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot be achieved at the same time. We should listen to whoever spares our lives."
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When Zhang Nianzu ran forward for about two or three kilometers, he encountered three or four people setting up roadblocks. However, this group of people was much more formal than the previous two. At least they had set up two scaffolds to block the middle of the road. In the dark, these people vaguely felt that there was movement on the road, and the leader couldn't help but shout loudly: "Who?"
"Me!" Zhang Nianzu responded.
The leader saw that it was a runner, so he relaxed his guard. He asked who it was, and the person said "me", which seemed to be a reasonable answer. He signaled his men not to make a fuss.
"Night run." The leader gave his own explanation.
A few younger brothers nodded and watched Zhang Nianzu go around the scaffolding and run down the road.
Perhaps because they were bored, several people just stared at Zhang Nianzu's back.
One of the younger brothers looked at it for a long time and suddenly scratched his head and said, "Why do I feel like something is wrong?"
The leader nodded and said, "I think so too. What's wrong?"
Another little brother reacted for a while and said coldly: "I have never seen anyone run so fast!"
The leader suddenly woke up, pointed at Zhang Nianzu's back and shouted, "Stop!"
Of course Zhang Nianzu ignored him and continued running on his own.
"Chase!" The leader shouted, and led the others to chase. Then they found that the target was getting farther away from them. After chasing for four or five hundred meters, the man disappeared completely...
"Fuck...Fuck!" The leader cursed and shouted to his brothers breathlessly, "Hurry...Hurry and tell big brother the news!"
The younger brother took out his phone and said breathlessly, "How...how did you say that?"
“Give me the phone!” The leader called the boss and tried to control his breathing. “Brother, a guy rushed over… No, no, no, he didn’t drive, he ran, and I… I didn’t drink either.”
There was a curse coming from the other end of the phone, followed by an angry voice: "What's going on? Tell me clearly!"
The leader organized his words and said, "A monster is running towards you at the speed of a 100-meter sprint. We couldn't stop him—" He checked his watch and accurately reported his calculation result, "He will be there in about four minutes and thirty-five seconds!"
"Damn it, you said you didn't drink?"
The leader said sincerely: "Brother, please believe me. I used to be a top student - no, no, not a liberal arts student."
