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As soon as Abu picked up the phone, the call was hung up before he could hear what the intermediary said. When he called again, it showed that the other party had turned off his phone.

"What's this old guy doing?"

Putting his cell phone aside, Abu drove back to Shalan. He had no appetite for food and went straight to a familiar car repair shop.

A young car mechanic came out and said, "Didn't you just repair the car and something went wrong again?"

Abu showed his bloody wrist to the mechanic, "Can you help me get this thing off?"

The mechanic looked at Abu in surprise, didn't ask anything, nodded and went to get the tools.

A few minutes later, the mechanic put down the electric drill, wiped the handcuffs with a cloth and said, "Even Iron Man's armor, after all my tossing, will leave a few scratches. Look at it, every trace on it is gone."

No."

The young car repairman asked curiously: "Where did this box come from? Just the material of this handcuff is probably not cheap."

"I picked it up." Abu wiped the blood on his wrist, "If you can help me take it off, I'll give you these handcuffs."

The mechanic thought for a while and said: "I collected a small hydraulic press a few days ago. Please wait for me for a while while I go to warm up the equipment. If even the hydraulic press cannot deform it, then there is nothing I can do.

"

The mechanic went to preheat the equipment, and Abu sat alone in the garage waiting.

…

Two helicopters appeared above a high-rise building near the car repair shop. The hatch opened, four ropes were thrown out, and a dozen mercenaries slid down.

Only the leader was still sitting in the helicopter, playing with the throwing knife.

"Confirm target location."

"Confirm that the box is in the target's hands."

The leader issued an order: "The first team surrounded the surroundings to prevent the target from escaping, and the second team took action."

"receive."

A dozen mercenaries were divided into two teams. One team was scattered in various corners near the car repair shop, and the other team came to the main entrance quietly. One of them raised his gun, aimed at Abu's back, and was about to pull the trigger.

"Abu! Be careful!"

The mechanic who had just finished adjusting the equipment and wiped away the oil stains happened to see this scene and hurriedly called out a warning.

The next second, the muzzle of the gun was turned, and the young car repairman was instantly beaten to a pulp!

Upon hearing the gunfire, Abu immediately squatted down, raised the box in his hand, and blocked his body.

The bullets landed on the box, causing violent vibrations. The outer leather decoration shattered and peeled off, finally revealing the silver-white box body like the handcuffs.

This silver-white metal is terrifyingly hard. Abu hid behind the box and withstood the most violent storm of bullets.

He strode behind the wall and hid. The silver-white box was like a mirror, reflecting the mechanic lying in a pool of blood.

"Beast!" Abu cursed in a low voice.

Thinking of the strange phone call the intermediary made just now, that money-grubbing and lustful old man must have been killed by them.

This is a group of desperadoes who kill without blinking an eye!

The mercenaries gradually approached. They were fully armed and had many people, but Abu only had a broken box.

what to do!

Abu took a deep breath, and suddenly, he noticed the off-road vehicle parked in the corner.

The mercenaries were approaching quickly. At this time, the leader raised his right fist, pointed forward, and pointed to his ear. They listened carefully, and it seemed that...

"dodge!"

A huge off-road vehicle smashed into the wall, crashed into the mercenaries at an unabated speed, and instantly broke up their formation.

"shot!"

Gunshots rang out again, and the rear window and wheels were blown out by a series of bullets. The off-road vehicle drove crookedly out of the repair shop, and finally hit a car parked on the side of the road and stopped.

The mercenaries surrounded him, opened the car door, and found no one inside.

"The target has escaped. The first team is to block it."

"clear."

The leader of the second team, who had been fooled, closed the communication with a sullen face.

"Chase!"

Abu took off his coat and wrapped himself in a silver-white box, trying to make himself less noticeable.

After working as a tour guide for so many years, he has experienced a lot of dangers. After all, his fees are higher, and the customers who come to him are all customers with "stories", just like Zhang Ming.

But this time is different from before.

The dangers in the past were all directed at Abu's customers. All he had to do was protect himself, and that was enough.

But this time, the target of these guys is him!

Abu could feel that there was an invisible encirclement around him, and the other party was slowly pushing him into a blind corner.

What if the hand is cut off and the box is given to them?

Abu drove away this unrealistic and weak thought. It was impossible for the other party to let him go. They were a group of ruthless guys who were unscrupulous but cautious and would not let go of any threat.

Alive Abu is a threat.

It is now six o'clock in the afternoon, and people are coming and going on the street, most of them people who have just got off work. Abu is among them, with his waist bent, and he scans the crowd carefully.

Soon, he saw three men standing at the top of the street. They were holding guns, completely ignoring the fear and disgust of ordinary people, looking down at the entire street.

Abu was observing them and accidentally made eye contact with one of the men. He turned around and left, trying to make this action look natural.

But when passing by a restaurant, through the reflection of the glass, he clearly saw that the other party was chasing him!

Abu started running.

He got into an alley, and just halfway there, another wave of people appeared on the opposite side!

He climbed up the wall, jumped into a house, and ran out of the gate under the dull eyes of the owner.

The two sides chased each other across two blocks.

A helicopter flew over, the door opened, and the mercenary leader sat by the door, his legs hanging outside, and the thin flying knife in his hand.

Abu was worried that the other party would shoot him, so he used a box to block his back. The mercenary leader's eyes were fixed on Abu's legs, and a target seemed to appear in his pupils.

The mercenary leader moved his finger and the dart disappeared instantly. A few seconds later, Abu felt a sharp pain in his right leg and fell to his knees involuntarily.

Touching the wound, he pulled out a throwing knife as long as his index finger. He turned to look at the helicopter, gritted his teeth, stood up, and limped into the most densely populated market.

Every shop here has a shed, so whether the other party is shooting or throwing knives, there is no way to aim.

He rushed into the back kitchen of one store, then climbed over the wall and entered another. When he ran into the backyard of the third restaurant, Abu finally couldn't run anymore and fell next to the trash can.

"Ha ha……"

Abu gasped for breath, feeling a tearing sensation in his lungs.

That's it, he can't run anymore.

The shouts of mercenaries came from outside, getting closer and closer.

The door to the backyard opened, and a young man heard the sound and came over carrying a kitchen knife.

"you……"

They looked at each other and felt familiar, and at the same time they remembered each other's identities.

It's him!

When they went on an adventure with Zhang Ming and met the robbers for the first time that night, Abu and Zhang Ming killed everyone, and the only one they spared was a young boy.

After nearly half a year and going round and round, Abu finally fell into his hands.

There were mercenaries outside, and in front of him were his former enemies. Abu closed his eyes in pain.

The young man came over with a knife, and then... pulled off Abu's shoes.

The boy pointed at the trash can and whispered: "Quick, hide in it!"

Abu didn't understand why the young man wanted to help him, but out of his survival instinct, he still did it.

After a while, three mercenaries rushed in.

"Did you see a man holding a box?"

"I saw it." The young man answered truthfully.

Abu in the trash can held the box tightly, ready to rush out at any time and make the final fight.

"Where is he?"

The boy pointed to the low wall in the backyard, "He jumped out from there."

A mercenary went over to check, nodded and said, "There are footprints."

The three of them left quickly, and after a few minutes, the boy opened the lid of the trash can and helped Abu out.

"Come to the basement with me."