District 9

Ma Laoer joined the battle group with a spear in hand and rushed towards Uncle Liu Zishu.

When four or five young men saw Ma Lao Er, they immediately rushed towards him and started slashing blindly with their knives.

Although Ma Laoer doesn't know much about kung fu and has never been a soldier, he has never been good at fighting since he was a child. He has been on the dirt street for so many years, so he is really experienced in fighting.

In addition to being courageous in fighting, he is also a thief, with cunning tactics and nimble moves. If you keep an eye on him, it's hard to spot any big moves he makes. Even if he's holding a spear, he won't do it easily.

As soon as four or five people rushed up, Ma Laoer leaned his back against the car next to him, staring at their body movements. When he saw these people raising their arms to swing their knives, he immediately bent down. At the same time, his right calf swung extremely quickly and violently.

"Snapped!"

Ma Laoer swept his right foot close to the ground and immediately kicked the leg of a young man in front of him. The opponent's body swayed, his feet slid forward on the smooth icy road, and he sat down with a loud thud.

"Pfft!"

As soon as the opponent fell, Ma Laoer was facing him with a spear, stabbing the young man in the abdomen.

After taking the shot, Ma Laoer immediately took two steps sideways against the car. With quick eyes and ruthless hands, he didn't care about the knife that was slashing at him. He stabbed the nearest person in the ribs with one cold shot.

"Fuck!"

The young man who was stabbed roared, and instinctively swung the sword blindly and took a few steps back.

"Come on, come on, don't run away, I'll stab you all to death." Ma Laoer stopped evading at this time, and after taking two stabs in the back, he rushed towards the two people at the front and stabbed them.

"Pfft!"

The sharp spear stabbed into the opponent's thigh, directly piercing the flesh.

Ma Laoer gritted his teeth and twisted the barrel of the gun hard with both hands. The opponent screamed in pain and instinctively retreated, pulled out the gun tip, turned around and ran away.

"Bang!"

Ma Laoer didn't chase him. He turned around and whipped the young man on the ground on the head and cursed: "Fuck you, I'll beat you once and you'll remember it for the rest of your life."

The young man collapsed on the ground, clutching his abdomen and not daring to say a word.

"Beat me to death." After Ma Laoer beat away four or five people, he stood next to the car and shouted: "Whenever they say "submit" or "master", they will be considered defeated."

Street entrance.

Xu Yang had just arrived with his people at this moment, and was rushing into the crowd, trying to disperse the Ma Zai brought by Ma Lao Er.

Hundreds of people were fighting, which alarmed the residents on both sides of the river. Many people had opened their windows and looked downstairs to watch the excitement.

In the gambling stall next to it, a horse boy hurriedly opened the door and walked in. He rubbed his hands in the cold and said: "Boss, there is a big fuss outside. The two of them together must be more than a hundred people."

The fat boss raised his head when he heard the sound: "Is there a fight?"

"The trap has been messed up." Ma Zai bared his teeth and said, "Ma Lao Er is already at the scene, holding a gun and has already started stabbing."

The fat boss was silent for a long time, then suddenly stood up and shouted: "Go upstairs and downstairs and call us out."

"What do you mean, brother?" Ma Zai was confused.

The fat boss pushed open the small door of the counter, walked out and shouted: "Get your things, come out and help Ma Lao Er."

"Didn't you say you won't get involved?" Ma Zai asked a little puzzled.

"The conflict between Niu Zhen and Liu Zishu has nothing to do with us at all. Whoever died in front of our door can just pretend that I didn't see him." The fat boss replied briefly: "But dozens of people came from Nanyang. People, if you want to shout slogans here, then this is not a personal conflict, this is a conflict on the ground. CNM, if the other party steps on the line, then you must kill him."

"Really helpful?" A strong man playing cards stood up and asked.

"Help him," the fat boss shouted with his hands behind his back: "Go out and fix him."

About ten seconds later, more than 20 people swarmed out of the gambling stall. Without saying a word, they rushed towards the people coming from Nanyang and gave them a beating.

…

on the street.

Two pallet trucks pulling goods were speeding along. In the passenger seat, there was a dirty, strong man with a cold-shining engineering shovel on his lap. He was smoking a cigarette in his left hand and holding a phone in his right hand. He had small eyes. Squinting from the smoke, he said: "Yeah, I'll be there in two minutes at most. Damn, I'm cleaning snow for the Environmental Sanitation Department. As soon as I heard that work started here, I came right away." "

"How many people are coming from Nanyang?"

"How many people can do this? Can we still watch our dick break on the ground?!" The strong man puffed out smoke and replied: "This Pei Deyong just has no idea, so he comes here to complain. I'll definitely beat him to the ground tonight."

"Okay, I'll rush over there too."

…

Dirt Street.

The eldest brother who had previously introduced Pei Deyong's situation to Ma Laoer held an old-fashioned spray gun in his hand, waved his hand and shouted: "Get in the car and go to Magou."

"Wait a minute, Teruko," a middle-aged man rushed out of the sales room wearing a leather jacket: "I'll go with you."

"Come and get in the car." Huizi waved her hand.

The middle-aged man sat in the back seat after hearing the sound and asked urgently: "Do I need to call someone else?"

"No need." Huizi pulled the passenger door and responded with a smile: "In ten minutes at most, people will be filling up next to Magou. As far as I know, those who are rushing to Magou will at least have to wait. There are two to three hundred people. Pei Deyong will definitely have his crotch stretched out tonight."

"Damn, there are so many people?!"

"What do you think? I tell you clearly, Ma Laoer has been waiting for this fight for a long time. He told me beforehand that as long as Pei Deyong doesn't follow the path, he will definitely fuck him." Huizi squinted. Eyes said: "Some of the people who went to Magou tonight were negotiated by Ma Laoer himself, some went because of the background of the superintendent behind Ma Laoer, and some of them came when Lao Ma was still alive. The friends we have made. Think about it, what kind of appeal does this have?"

"Haha, that's interesting. Hurry up and go to Magou." The middle-aged man waved his hand and urged.

On the road centered on Tuzhu Street, there are a large number of cars that are usually invisible, all gathering in groups in Xiangmagou.

…

Ten minutes later.

The streets next to the river bank were blocked by cars, and groups of thirty or fifty people all ran over on foot.

Xu Yang, who was next to the motorcade, looked back at the crowd of people arriving, and his scalp went numb instantly: "Damn it, there are too many of them coming!"

"Run, drag Brother Niu into the car!"

"Stop asking for a car and run across the ice."

"...!"

When everyone on Pei Deyong's side saw the opponent's team with no end in sight, they all lost the intention to continue and turned around and rushed towards the ice.

"Chop it for me!"

Keiko pointed the knife forward and shouted.

Ahead of the road, Ma Laoer led more than 20 people to chase and kill Niu Zhen, while the latter rolled down the river bank slope in embarrassment.