The Ultimate Evolution

Fang Senyan nodded and stood up and walked outside. His calmness could not help He's mother panicked, anxiously:

"Brother, where are you going?"

Fang Senyan turned his head slightly, and there was a chilling smile in his mouth:

"Of course I went to get Xiaojun back."

He mother was stunned, and waited until Fang Senyan went out before she felt helpless and said:

"This ... why is this leaving without a drink?"

Fang Senyan listened to He's mother's description, and immediately judged that the Xinjiang man who forced Shaqima, even if he was not the same party, had a great connection with those who abducted the children. Xiao Jun is already a full eight-and-a-half-year-old baby. If such a boy wants to take it away silently, then it is definitely not a thing that one can do, at least it is a gang crime! It is estimated that unconventional methods such as drugs are also used in such violence.

The reason why they are helpless when encountering this kind of thing is that they want to do things according to the legal system, pay attention to evidence, and this also involves ethnic minorities, which undoubtedly makes them more fettered. However, Fang Senyan was unscrupulous. In fact, after he became a contractor, the rules and regulations in the world had no binding force on him.

The place where Mom's accident happened was not too far away, probably about three streets. As Fang Senyan walked, he was looking for the kind of Xinjiang man riding a three-wheeled cart. Such people are common on the streets of Chongqing, and their characteristics are obvious. After Fang Senyan walked around the six streets around him, there was a Xinjiang man who was eagerly selling "Shaqima" next to a bus station.

This Xinjiang man wore a melon leather hat on his head, and his eyes were sly. He was about forty years old. He was using a poor mandarin to sell his stuff. But unfortunately, no one near him had a genius. Look away. Fang Senyan stood by and watched indifferently. After a few buses had passed, there were fewer people on the platform, so he got together and said in a Henan dialect:

"Is this snack delicious? Does it taste good?"

The Xinjiang man immediately patted his breasts, pointed himself, and swore a small piece to Fang Senyan. Fang Senyan chewed a few bites and asked:

"A lot of money?"

Xinjiang people immediately frowned:

"Forty, forty!"

Fang Senyan immediately covered his wallet and said distressedly:

"It's too expensive."

He even waved his hand. The Xinjiang man had not yet opened this morning, and hurriedly grabbed Fang Senyan Road:

"What about money?"

Fang Senyan said suddenly:

"What money?"

Xinjiang people have a righteous way:

"Did you just eat my cake? My cake was originally a piece. I cut it for you to taste and it was fragmented. No one else bought it. You have to buy all my cake!"

Fang Senyan's head shook like a rattle and turned away. However, the Xinjiang people were also prepared. They took out a whistle from their clothes and blew a few licks. Several companions immediately appeared around them. Some were wearing dirty aprons that bought and sold lamb skewers, while others It was the same as riding a tricycle, shoving Fang Senyan while shoving, and gradually pushed it into a corner where there were few and quiet people.

The Xinjiang man was blocked directly in front of Fang Senyan, holding a knife that cut Shaqima in his hand, and said viciously in half-familiar Mandarin:

"Cake, four hundred yuan, eight pounds! Hurry up!"

This is also the savvy part of this group of people. The cost of Shaqima is at most five yuan a pound, and they were sold to Fang Senyan tenfold in a blink of an eye. And at this time, even if this situation is caught, it is at best a strong buy and strong sell-in fact, what is the difference between this group of people and the strong grab?

Fang Senyan looked at no one around him, suddenly raised his head, his eyebrows fluttered, and his white teeth were revealed with a smile:

"Okay, I buy."

As soon as he said, his right fist had hit the Xinjiang man's shoulder like a heavy hammer, and the sound of scapula fracture was clearly heard at this moment! The scream of pain had not yet come out, and Fang Senyan had already grasped the man's neck to lift him up. He took him as a weapon, and knocked over two associates. At this time, a guy with kebabs slammed up from the back, and it looked like it was cruel and hot. Holding a mutton boning knife was a chop! Fang Senyan could not avoid it, and immediately added a sharp fresh knife edge!

But only the person who wields the knife knows that he feels that the knife is almost cut to the tire of that heavy pickup truck. Only after the blade enters the meat, it is so obscure that it takes almost all the energy to feed the whole body. drag. When Fang Senyan felt a pain in the vest, he immediately grabbed it with his backhand. His five fingers were like steel hooks, so he grabbed the knife with his bare hands and grabbed it with a twist.

At this time, the guys knew that they had hit the iron plate, and the lamb skewer that hurt the knife wanted to run first. Fang Senyan caught up and kicked him directly on the opposite wall and stuck it. Usually there is a curse on the Internet that calls you y's shooting wall. Fang Senyan's foot is almost the same as the same song. After the lamb skewers had a close contact with the wall, they also put a "out" shape on it. It took only a few seconds to fall down to the sky, and it was estimated that it would not be slow for a few days.

At this time, the group of Xinjiang people were stunned. It was estimated that Fang Senyan was used as plain clothes at the glance. Suddenly, he shouted in Xinjiang dialect. Although Fang Senyan didn't understand what they were calling, it was probably these people The old tricks tried to transform the internal contradictions of this matter into ethnic contradictions. It seems that when this trick is usually done, the headache is not a good way for this group, but the only wrong judgment of this group of people is that ... Fang Senyan is nothing at all, so he can say things when he starts. There are no taboos, not to mention ethnic contradictions, that is, his eyelids will not be moved halfway as he rises to Sino-US contradictions.

Fang Senyan closed the mouth of everyone present with just one action. He shook his hand as a slapping slap, the goal was the guy with the most melancholy cap wearing a melon skin cap. This slap seemed to be an understatement, but his life turned the guy alive and twisted. Several blood-stained white teeth passed the parabola in the air, and it fell on the ground and splashed a few times. Strands of dust. The guy was stunned for a while, and there was a blood flowing from the ear hole on the right, like a slow crawling snake, and then slumped directly to the ground.

"I'm not." Fang Senyan said with a lowered eyelid. "So don't fool me with that set. I'm looking for someone, and I'll leave as soon as I find someone."

None of the four Xinjiang people around was standing with geniuses. They all looked up and looked at Fang Senyan with a horrified look.

"Ten days ago, where was the Xinjiang guy who sold Shaqima here?" Fang Senyan said coldly, while holding a stack of red banknotes in his hands. "Who told me first that this 10,000 yuan belongs to him."

These Xinjiang people looked at each other, but still no genius mentor spoke alone. Fang Senyan sighed:

"well."

The good word seemed to be echoing in the air, Fang Senyan had suddenly grabbed the head of the nearest person in front of him and hit the wall next to it! The impact was very violent, and the sound made the goosebumps go out one by one directly. Undoubtedly, the unlucky child immediately fell into a deep coma, and Fang Senyan slowly released his hand, allowing the **** head and scalp to fall from the gap between the fingers little by little. A blood-thirsty and brutal emotion erupted in his eyes:

"Very well, I hope you can all talk hard. Even if all four of you can shut up and not say, wouldn't I catch other people to ask?"

Fang Senyan slowly squatted down, and walked in front of the lamb skewer, which was covering his stomach, and said lightly:

"Ten days ago, where was the Xinjiang guy who sold Shaqima here?"

The pupil of the lamb skewer instantly enlarged, his hands nervously rubbing against the dirty apron:

"That's Xiri Ahong. Now it's on the Jiefangbei site."

Fang Senyan threw the 10,000 yuan directly to his face, and the red banknotes fluttered, and there was a cold voice:

"Speak out everything you know. Whoever dares to betray you here, I am responsible for collecting his body."

The lamb skewers swallowed and greedily picked up the scattered banknotes:

"What do you want to know?"

Fang Senyan said lightly:

"They should be kidnapping children in West Japan, right? A friend of mine was kidnapped by them ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I want to find this kid."

The lamb skewers said suddenly:

"Trafficking in children? No no no, we don't do this, I heard that it is the business of the Henan Gang."

But immediately he saw Fang Senyan's face gloomy, and he hurriedly changed his mouth:

"But the people in Xiri Ahun are really thinking of children. Does your friend's son have any disability? Or is it pitiful at first glance?"

This shish kebab looks like an old river and lake. It looks like it just looks like Xinjiang people. Now it is full of fluent Beijing movies. The standard is almost catching up with the newscaster's announcer. Fang Senyan said slightly:

"The child has severe lupus erythematosus, and his classmates call him a jackal, which looks pretty pathetic."

"Then don't run away!" The lamb skewers patted their thighs, apparently the character's sense of substitution was very strong, but they accidentally touched the pain, and grinned immediately: "The people of Xiri Ahong just kidnapped such children and looked at their bodies. Training on the level of disability, and then take it to another city to ask for food!