Happy Tycoon

These two human traffickers were also very depressed. It was good today. I took a fancy to a fat boy, and brought the boy out smoothly. As long as he rides to Xin'an, then the boy is at least It can sell for 20,000 yuan.

Especially that man dealer, he has been in this business for many years, and the number of children who got out of his hands is less than 50 or 40. This time it was so smooth that he got a kid, at least it was OK. Chic for two or three months...

The front is all going well, but what the **** does this guy on a motorcycle do?

Why don't you dare to show up while wearing a helmet mysteriously? A guy who doesn't even dare to show his face, dare to **** food from his mouth? Is it true that the knife in Lao Tzu's hand is paper?

The man dealer knew that he was carrying a lot of evil on his back. Once caught by the police, it would definitely be worth eating peanuts, so he didn't hesitate to take out the knife.

The dead dao friend is not the poor dao! Since your kid dares to set up a beam, don't blame the man for being rude! You are better than I eat peanuts when you die!

The angry man trafficker rushed up under the ardent gaze of the woman trafficker. As a result, it was useless for three seconds. The man was stunned by a punch. The man trafficker did not even see how the other party punched. of.

Then, the nightmare of these two traffickers came. This mysterious guy wearing a helmet not only drew the two of them closer together in the woods on the side of the road, but also broke their thigh bones, and even crushed the one hundred and fifty-sixty-jin motorcycle on it. On the two of them.

At this time, the two human traffickers were really scared. Isn't this guy trying to kill?

This place is not in front of the village and not in the back of the shop. Even if this guy is killed, no one else knows...

Of course Yang Jing would not kill people in this situation, even if he really wanted to kill the two traffickers.

But Yang Jing wouldn’t make these two guys comfortable anymore. In addition to pressing the motorcycle on them, he also stripped off the stinky socks of the two people and stuffed them directly into the mouths of the traffickers. .

After doing all this, Yang Jing raised his hand and looked at his watch, at eleven o'clock. It is estimated that by this time the child's family has found that the child is missing and is looking for it.

But Yang Jing couldn’t leave at this time. He walked into the depths of the woods and took out a tent from the space. It was about to rain that day, and Yang Jing could not leave the child at this time, so he could only be on the road. Pitch up the tent.

Afterwards, Yang Jing changed his appearance and took off his helmet. He accompanied the little guy to play games in the tent for more than an hour until the heavy rain was over. Then he took down the tent and walked into the woods.

At this time, the two human traffickers could only hum, and both legs were broken. Coupled with the heavy rain, they had already lost half their lives.

Out of the woods, Yang Jing took out chocolates and cakes, and told the little guy to play on the side of the road for a while, and then left the scene on a motorcycle.

After turning a turn, Yang Jing got out of the car and stowed the motorcycle directly into the space, and then activated the restricted-level space-time shuttle back to the original space-time, and then shuttled into the back room of the aunt.

Because of the time and space travel, even though Yang Jing did so many things just now, and played with the little guy for more than an hour, it was only a short moment in the aunt's back room.

Yang Jing put on the clothes his aunt had brought, then took out the satellite phone from his backpack and walked out of the back room pretending to be making a call.

"Auntie, the child has been found! I just called my friend at the foot of the mountain. My friend caught the two human traffickers and rescued the little guy." Yang Jing said as he said. He raised the satellite phone in Yang's hand, "This is a maritime satellite phone. It transmits signals directly through the miniature in the sky, so you can also make calls here."

When the aunt heard this, she said in surprise, "Really? Dabao really found it?"

"Well, I found it. Now the child is on the side of the road about ten kilometers away from the village. The two human traffickers were also caught by my friend. But my friend hates human traffickers and has given the legs of two human traffickers. Interrupted. But breaking the human trafficker’s leg is a serious injury after all. My friend sneaked away because he was afraid of the police looking for it. Auntie, when you tell the villagers about this later, you must help my friend. Let this matter go round."

"Hey, what's so difficult about this? Don't even talk about breaking the legs of the traffickers. Even if they kill them, the people in the village will not say anything. Boy, go, let's call someone to find a child. go......"

In less than five minutes, five or six motorcycles came out of the village, from the latest Jincheng Suzuki to the old Happiness 250. A dozen men and a woman in her thirties swiftly walked along the soil. The road drove east.

That woman is probably the child's mother.

An old man in his sixties, accompanied by the aunt, walked over from the hutong quickly. He saw Yang Jing standing at the door and greeted him with a smile on his face. Callused hands stretched out first.

Yang Jing also stretched out his hands quickly, holding the hands full of hard work.

"Oh, just now Baolu's mother told me that the child was found. This is really thanks to your help! If it weren't for you, Dabao, the kid would be foolish, and Song Laohei's family would be ruined. Brother, thank you very much. You..."

This old man's words made Yang Jing's heart tremble, simple peasant brother!

Auntie, the mother of Baolu in the old man’s mouth, said on the side: "Big brother, this is the branch secretary of Song from our village. I just told him that Dabao was found by your friend with the help of his friend, Song branch script. I want to come over and thank you."

Yang Jing tightly held the calloused hands of Party Secretary Song and said: "Song Secretary, you are too polite. Whoever encounters this kind of thing will not stand by and watch? It happened that my friend was outside the mountain. I tried to contact him, but I didn’t expect that my friend had already caught the trafficker and the child was saved. You have to thank me, I don’t dare to take it. The main credit is my friend."

"Ah...Yes! Yes! We also want to thank your friend in person..."

Yang Jing smiled and interrupted the Song secretary's words, "Song Secretary, don't always be you, yours. I am younger than your son. You call me that. Isn't this a loss of my life? Yes, my friend specifically confessed to me on the phone and told you not to look for him. After all, he interrupted the legs of the two traffickers. If this is passed out to let the police know, my friend must also have it. Trouble. So, Secretary Song, you don't want to find my friend, and I will be your sole representative if anything happens."

"Medium! Medium! Brother, you...oh no, brother, you have the full authority to represent your friend. Also, you tell your friend to rest assured that the people in my village will never say The legs of the traffickers who went out were interrupted by your friend. To say that the people in our village interrupted the legs of the traffickers. I don't blame the public, I still understand this. Besides, this kind of As long as the trafficker does not kill him on the spot, he will break both legs lightly, and the police will not say anything."

With that, the old party secretary suddenly seemed to think of something. He patted his forehead annoyedly and said, "Look at my broken brain. I've been talking to you. I haven't asked the little brother how to call it?"

"My surname is Yang, and I am a Chinese-British, named Albert Yang. This time I came here on a hike with my friend and separated at the foot of the mountain. As a result, I came to the village, and my friend caught it. The two traffickers. This is also God’s will."

"Oh. Brother Yang, are you still an overseas Chinese?"

Yang Jing was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "That's it, I still have some relatives on Huaxia's side."

There is no need for Yang Jing to conceal these things. The old party secretary has to figure out his origins if he asks that way, otherwise he will not worry about it.

Seeing what Yang Jing said happily, coupled with the fact that Yang Jing had just made a great contribution, the old party secretary did not ask any more, but took Yang Jing's hand and said: "Brother Yang, go, and I will come to Song Laohei. Go and drink water at home. This old man has been passed on for four generations. This time, if it weren't for Brother Yang, you and your friend, Song Laohe would be extinct. Go, come with me to his house, noon or night today, you have to Let him prepare a few dishes and treat you well."

Yang Jing waved his hand and said, "Secretary Song~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I'll forget about the meal. The Master Song you mentioned has just experienced this kind of thing at home. I'm afraid it's not good for us to come here?"

"Haha, Brother Yang, you don’t know about that!" Secretary Song took Yang Jing’s hand and didn’t let go. The eldest grandson finds it back and asks him to do anything. Now it’s alright. The kid got it back. We just used to have a glass of wedding wine. He is definitely welcome. The kid got it back, it’s a big one. Happy event, why don't you celebrate it?"

Yang Jing didn’t want to go, but Party Secretary Song said that he would not let go, and the aunt on the side said with added enthusiasm: "Big brother, you just follow our Party Secretary. If you don’t go, Old Black Song cannot thank you in person. He can't sleep at night." As he said, the aunt said to the branch secretary of Song again: "Secretary, you go with the big brother, I will kill the old hen at home, and I will give you a dish... .."

"In that case, Baolu's mother, and Baolu's father will find his child back in a while, and you will let him go and accompany our brother Yang."

"middle......"

In this way, under the pull of Song Party Secretary, Yang Jing had to follow the old Party Secretary to Song Laohei's house at the east end of the village. As a result, as soon as he arrived at Song Laohei's house, he heard a shout from outside the village.

Yang Jing looked up and found that it was the motorcycles that had just gone out to pick up the child, but everyone in the car was yelling happily, obviously the child picked it up...

PS: Bow and thank "Zhang Hongchen" 100 for the reward.

I will drive to Weihai, which is 700 kilometers away, in a while, so the two chapters are passed earlier...

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