The yellow sand blows across the sky, and the birds pass through the hot sunlight.

The bird's eyes looked down at the repair shop on the roadside below. A few gunshots suddenly sounded in the silence. A wall outside suddenly shook violently. The crooked window frame next to it completely broke. While falling to the sand with a bang, the figure with flower-armed arms flew out with a scream and plunged into the sand pile.

Bang!

Mix~~

The gunshots sometimes didn't happen, leaving a few holes on the wall, and the holes that the car broke open. The woman hugged her head and screamed. Half of the bricks flew out inside, smashing the running figure, and fell to the road over there with the bricks.

The back door of the repair factory opened with a bang. The man holding the purse rushed out in horror with a gun, pulled off the yellow cloth on the parked pickup truck, opened the car door in panic, threw the bag in, got into the car and started the engine, hung the reverse gear and stepped on the accelerator, the car body swayed with a slam. The man turned his face and saw an expressionless eastern hole outside the car window, with a strong beard spreading open, and was smiling at him.

Next second.

The car door was directly beaten with the sound of metal tearing, and it was broken away from the car body. Wang Ruhu grabbed the muzzle that the other party pointed, pushed his thumb to the side, and the barrel was skewed.

"Down!"

He shouted out lightly, and the tall figure in front of the car door waved his arms and pulled it gently, and threw it out of the cab with a gun. The man flew across the body and hit the wall of the factory. While stirring up a circle of dust, he fell to the ground. His whole body arched like a cooked shrimp, his head resting on the ground and coughed constantly, and sticky blood flowed out.

"What is not good to learn? Learn to rob people."

Wang Ruhu dropped the gun that had tilted the tube, leaned over and grabbed the man's hair on the ground, pulled it behind him and dragged it in. Five men, one outside the window, one was accidentally hit by a car, one was knocked over by the car door, one was caught after escaping, and the last one was sitting at the base of the wall, only breathing was left.

Throwing the half-dead man in his hand into the corner, Wang Ruhu walked to the front of the Hummer, touching the metal box in the hand of the man who was hit to death with his fingertips, and a slight cool feeling came from the buzzing of his head, and there were fragments of memories flashing.

"...Captain!" "Go here..."

"You can't lose...thing must be brought back..."

"Tiger... don't die..."

The air was filled with bloody smell, and there was a vague memory. A woman was calling herself, holding him and running, dragging her tired body, sitting on the ground and crying.

"Please let him go... He has been so injured..."

The flowing fragments passed through his mind and then dissipated. Wang Ruhu grabbed the box with his palm, pinched it tightly, and wiped away the blood stained on it. This box had a great relationship with him before he lost his memory and also unlocked his past keys. There were no other clues, otherwise he would have left here three years ago.

"No...no movement!"

A tender voice sounded from behind. Wang Ruhu retracted his thoughts, turned his head and turned around. A little boy trembled with his hands and came out from under a table.

"Little guy, aren't you afraid of death?"

Wang Ruhu looked at him, and his leather shoes rattled on the ground, and walked towards the opposite side.

"Don't come here!"

"Stop, I'll tell you to stop!!"

Seeing the figure that was about to reach the gun, the little boy cried hysterically with his eyes closed, and the figure walking over there stood still.

Wang Ruhu laughed, suddenly squatted down and approached.

Opposite, the boy felt the pistol in his hand suddenly move. He hurriedly opened his eyes and saw the man on the east side actually pressing his forehead against the gun, and he was panicked.

"What do you do...there are bullets in the gun and they will kill you."

"Then you shoot."

Wang Ruhu pressed against the gun and stared at the shaking little boy, "I bet there are no bullets in your gun." The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly let out a "bang!" sound. The boy was so scared that he threw away his pistol, hugged his head and squatted to the ground, crying hard.

hehe......

Picking up the gun on the ground, twisted it into a twist in the little boy's hand, and then threw it on the ground like scrap iron. Wang Ruhu walked to the collapsed square table, picked up the money belonging to Harold, and threw the kicked door back into the Hummer, sat in the cab, and took out the phone and dialed the other party's number while starting the car body and exiting the factory.

"Notify the Morosian police and, by the way, call two ambulances, one of which cannot be stuffed."

After saying that, he went to the call, slammed a direction, threw out a beautiful arc, slid the gear, stepped on the accelerator, and the wheels were spinning twice in place, rolled up a touch of yellow sand, and drove onto the road and left.

Back to the prison, it was noon. The Hummer, which had a missing car door, drove back to the prison. Wang Ruhu came down, and Harold's subordinates were waiting there, threw their purse into the other party's arms, walked straight into the Senyou passage leading to the prison, and came to the VIP room door of 02 and pushed it open.

In the room, in addition to Harold, who was wearing a suit and tie, there was an old man full of stubborn hairline, with a high hairline and was rubbing a pair of glasses, as if discussing something with Harold. When he saw Wang Ruhu coming in, he put on his glasses and smiled, stretched out his arms and hugged him, and gently patted him on the back.

Then, he looked at Harold on the sofa over there: "You think about what you discussed just now, and I'll wait for your news." After saying that, the old face smiled again, staggered the tall body in front of him, opened the door and left.

"What did he discuss with you?"

Wang Ruhu sat down at a large chair with a long back nearby, "Looking at your smile, you will know that nothing good is going to happen."

Over there, Harold shrugged his shoulders with a fork and a leg on his shoulders.

"A considerable deal, he wants you to lose one game. Tiger, you win every game, the odds are too high. If you lose one game, I will make dozens of times."

"Haha...you are honest." Wang Ruhu reached out and poured a glass of red wine and took a sip.

"I am a businessman, so I have to pay attention to your love and my wishes. Look, when the money is brought back, I can still knock out another money from the bank. After all, my money is also lost to them. To a certain extent, they are a vulnerable group and they must make good use of their advantages."

"Let's talk about it later."

"Stay for lunch before leaving? Oh, by the way, I'm going back later. The air here has aggravated my condition, so I'll eat lunch by myself."

"casual."

Wang Ruhu was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he grabbed an apple in the fruit plate, took a bite, left the VIP door, and returned to his own cell. The furnishings were simple. Apart from a soft wooden bed and a low cabinet drinking desk lamp, there was only a wardrobe and a sandbag standing in the corner.

Looking through the window at Harold's Hummer that had no door, he stomped his feet in front of the car in anger, and then drove away. Wang Ruhu smiled, looked down at the metal box in his hand, put the low cabinet at the head of the bed, lay on the back of his head and lie on the bed waiting for the prison to start dinner.

After that, as usual, he punched the sandbag until it was dark. The prison guard came over and whispered to sleep. He walked to the bathroom to wash up. After dinner, he would occasionally sit by the bed. Listening to the snoring of prisoners in the nearby prison cells, he looked out of the window at Qingyue in the night.

Life in prison is lonely and boring.

Soon, the night fell deep, and Wang Ruhu, who was sleeping in a daze, lying on the couch, let out a soft voice in his dream, tossing and turning, as if he was trapped in a dream, his brows frowned, his arms tense, and his fists slammed on the bed from time to time.

The lights in the corridor outside shone into the fence. Between the lights and shadows dragged out, the metal box placed on the bedside table gradually disappeared, and a circle of bright light appeared, with the sound of mechanical electricity, and a squeaking sound.
Chapter completed!