Little Life on An American Ranch

"Brother Zhang, which one is this?" Jian Heng asked.

Seeing Jian Heng's calm expression, Zhang Heng knew that he had encountered some difficulties today, so he calmed down.

Knowing that there was no way out today, Zhang Heng's ferocity was also aroused: "Brother, my brother killed someone in the country, so he was not allowed to come here. Today, my hands are itchy, and my brother is here to say sorry. I'm sorry for you!"

"How do you know that you will be sorry for me, with that thing in your hand?" Jian Heng pointed contemptuously at the knife in Zhang Heng's hand.

Zhang Heng smiled: "Brother, such a knife is not easy in my brother's hands. Although you look good at training, but I can tell that you are not a practicing family. The gym has trained dead meat. Twenty At the age of 19, I took over the second largest wholesale market in our city with a similar knife, and then the three vegetable markets in the city. Don’t underestimate the vegetable market. After a year, you can’t earn as much as a big boss. Too bad! It’s a pity that the arms can’t twist the thighs. My brother offended the officials in a pair of three, knocked down two, and killed one. I had to go to this ghost place. In addition, during this period of time, my brother really did Tight! I'm sorry! Don't worry, my brother will be happy then."

As he said that, Zhang Heng stretched out his hand for a few tricks, and pulled out two knives.

With just these two strokes, it was the first time Jian Heng saw what is called a knife flower in his life. Zhang Heng danced the knife really fast, but it's a pity that no matter how good the knife is, there is a dick!

"..."

Zhang Heng, who was about to say a few more words after playing the saber flower, was immediately speechless, because he saw that Jian Heng had an extra gun in his hand at some point.

If it's just a gun, it's fine, this gun has a long muffler tube, except for those who are already prepared and determined to kill people, it seems that professional killers will carry such a gun.

There are quite a few guns in South Africa, and Zhang Heng also has them. However, because a European died in a few days, the South African police are very strict in their investigation. Gun, who would have thought that this would happen today.

It is not a pleasant thing to be pointed at the muzzle of the USP.45 black hole. Even if Zhang Heng is bold, it means that he kills. came out.

"Brother, it was a complete misunderstanding!" Zhang Heng forced a smile on his face.

"Misunderstanding?" Jian Heng smiled and stretched out his hand to fiddle with the .45 in his hand. He endured it for almost an hour, and now Jian Heng suddenly had the feeling of seeing the sun behind the clouds, and his mood was so refreshing.

Jian Heng doesn't think he is a good person, he thinks he is an ordinary person, he will remember to pay back what he owes to others, as long as it is due to pay back, he has to let others pay back when he gets the chance!

Besides, Jian Heng has seen a lot of people like Zhang Heng. Believe it or not, now that Jian Heng wants to say that the gun is fake, the grandson in front of him will immediately pick up a knife and chop Jian Heng into mincemeat.

People like this will never know what regret is when they don't face death, but as long as you let them go through this calamity, these people will definitely become twice as bad as before.

"Well, misunderstanding!" Zhang Heng smiled flatteringly and said: "Brother, you don't know that South Africa is quite troublesome to kill people. Besides, we Chinese are doing well in South Africa. Now our ambassador The restaurant is also quite responsible...."

The meaning of this person is very clear. If I am Chinese, if I die, the embassy will definitely put pressure on it. I completely forgot that I just said that I stole it, and there is still a death lawsuit in China.

"Fuck!" Jian Heng didn't listen, but luckily he got angry when he heard it. When the time comes for this bastard, he now knows it's Chinese.

"Oh? Chinese!" Jian Heng looked at Zhang Heng with a smile, and thought, "What the hell did you trick me in the morning? Why didn't you know that you were Chinese when you wanted to kill me just now?"

Without waiting for Zhang Heng to speak, Jian Heng shook his head: "You are not worthy!"

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it, brother, for the sake of my wife and children at home, you can let me go for a while, I will give you half a million dollars, and half a million dollars will buy you your life, right?" Zhang Heng gritted his teeth and directly reported his family background.

Zhang Heng understands that there is still a chance if he spends all his money. If he still hides it at this time, he will really want money.

"You have a lot of money!" When Jian Heng heard that he couldn't afford half a million dollars at once, this guy actually got it! Is it really easy to get money by doing bad things?

Thinking about why I came to South Africa, it seems that it is not so simple, so Jian Heng couldn't help feeling a little resentful.

Then I thought about how much blood and sweat of the Chinese people might be soaked in the five hundred thousand, and my anger suddenly became more and more intense.

"That's all I have. Really, you can't take advantage of me if you kill me. How about I admit it this time? Five hundred thousand is all my savings. If you are not satisfied, you can ask for a price even if it is a loan. I can do it, and everyone with my surname Zhang promises you!" Zhang Heng thought that Jian Heng's heart was moved, and immediately added new chips.

"It's good if you have money, so that your wife will have something to rely on when she remarries in the future! Your child is much better at following others than following you, which is great!"

How could Jian Heng believe the assurances of these gangsters? Out of 10,000 of these gangsters, 9,999 out of 10,000 and a half are all talkative and profitable.

When Zhang Heng heard this, he immediately became violent: "My surname is Jane, today I will fight with you!"

As he said this, the man ran towards Jian Heng with a knife in his hand.

If he was really a tourist from China, given him a gun in the current situation, he might not be able to do anything like the desperate Zhang Heng.

Don't think you dare to shoot if you have a gun in your hand!

Do ordinary people in China know that guns are insured? Know how to hold a gun, how to control the gun without shaking? Let’s not mention this, except for the military and police, how many ordinary people in China have seen real guns?

As a half-cowboy, Jian Heng is very familiar with guns, and the strength of his arms is now many times stronger than before. As long as he shoots the gun, Zhang Heng will lose his resistance.

However, Jian Heng didn't move his gun. When Jian Heng took out the gun, he had a priority in his mind, and thought of the very obedient bison in the space.

Seeing what Zhang Hengchong heard, he immediately released the bison from the space, and while holding the gun in his hand as the second layer of safety, he ordered the bison to hit Zhang Heng.

After the bison came out, it froze for a moment, and then saw Zhang Heng rushing towards his master with a knife, and became angry instantly. Although it was only a few steps, but with a weight of one ton, he rushed over at once, and the two sharp horns directly took Zhang Heng. Heng Tiao flew up.

With a bang, Zhang Heng fell from a height of about eight or nine meters. The impact was not light, and a wound was cut on his right leg by the sharp horn.

Zhang Heng no longer has any lethality, and it may be difficult to even move in this state.

At this time, Zhang Heng was no longer in the mood to think about Jian Heng and the buffalo. He only had one thought in his mind now, which was to survive.

Even if Jian Heng took the bison into the space in front of him, such a big bison disappeared without attracting his attention. Now his heart is completely occupied by the fear of death.

"Don't kill me!" Zhang Heng suddenly became terrified. In the past, he always robbed people from other people. Not only did he kill people in China, but he also colluded with black South Africans to rob Chinese people and rob Chinese businessmen. Every time he decides the life or death of others, he has no emotion in his mind, and every time he does so, it makes him feel like a character, and he likes the expression of others being afraid of him.

Now when he was so close to the god of death, he felt that he was not as awesome as he thought, and he was just like those who were tortured by him, a coward like them.

"Don't kill me, killing people here in South Africa is very troublesome!" Zhang Heng raised his hand to block his face, holding his bleeding leg and begging.

"Who said I'm going to kill you!" Jian Heng put away the gun after finishing speaking.

"You won't kill me?" Zhang Heng was suddenly stunned.

Jian Heng glanced at him: "Killing you dirty my own hands, leave your life to God, if God thinks you don't deserve to die, then you can live naturally, if God thinks that you must die if you do bad things, then You can't blame anyone else!"

After speaking, Jian Heng took a few steps, sat back in the cab of the car, closed the door and started the car.

Zhang Heng instantly understood what Jian Heng was going to do, Jian Heng was going to throw himself here! Throw it on the wild beasts of South Africa!

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng immediately yelled at Jian Heng at the top of his voice: "Your fucking surname is Jane, I will never let you go!"

When Zhang Heng scolded, his whole body shook! Because he understood what it meant to be left here with a bloody self!

Jian Heng turned the front of the car and looked contemptuously at Zhang Heng who was on the ground: "I am not afraid of you when you are a human, even if you are a ghost, I will still send you to hell!"

After speaking, he stepped on the accelerator, and the car immediately sped towards the direction it came from. After driving for a mile or two, Jian Heng stopped the car, and after waiting for a while, he heard the howling of a hyena piercing the long night. Then he let out a long sigh.