pig iron

The Muchuan model is low-key and has no special features at all, but its safety performance is very good.An identical car followed, with little difference.Two cars, one real and one fake, with multiple guises as cover, will always be more secure.He felt that he was in his prime and still had a lot of money. Although he would not wake up and take over the power of the world, at least he could lie drunk on the lap of beautiful women in the hospital.Of course, he was not willing to die on the street and have his body collected.

The Mu family is very unstable.

The grandfather who climbed out of the bandit's nest in the flames of war, caught up with the good policy and the troubled times, and the father who started a business in the mines and squeezed blood, and carried over to the transitional stage of integration. Mu Chuan, who intends to develop healthily and seek a stable future, can be counted as four generations. people.

There are no descendants of officials, no heirlooms of poetry and books, and no business. The family flourishes and connects the world.

It's just a group of ruthless, shameless black-hearted bastards who have suddenly emerged and conquered the country.

The old people who fought in the country are still there, but they are indeed new people in the country.The old people have outdated ideas, weak abilities, backward management, and low vision.But the intrigue and tactics of checks and balances are quite sophisticated.The younger boys who followed them also laughed in front of their faces, but stabbed them three times in the back.

Mu Chuan is a self-proclaimed Confucian businessman, and he is quite conceited in his bones. He admits that his business is not clean, but these people look down on them.

But the roots of old people are too deep, centipedes, dead but not stiff, let alone they are not dead yet.As long as the way to get rich is slightly blocked, the evil tricks of a group of old ghosts behind their backs are hard to guard against.

Being constrained by others, he had to balance the interests of all parties and listen to their opinions when doing anything, which made Mu Chuan very unhappy.

Lifting the veil of peace, the so-called tranquility is the imminent tension.This state of affairs is now unbearable.A new round of standing in line, shuffling, cleaning up, and changing positions will begin again.Back then he rode the east wind up, maybe one day he would ride the east wind down, and someone else would take his place.

How could it be possible to be replaced by others.If he was sitting in a high position and couldn't monopolize the power and issue orders alone, he would definitely not be able to swallow this breath.

The car was driving at high speed on the road, and two black cars could be seen trailing behind from the rearview mirror. As soon as the co-pilot's bodyguard reminded him, Mu Chuan asked to turn at the next intersection.

The two cars followed again.

Call immediately, ask for your location, and send someone over immediately, he may be targeted.

After turning three intersections, he failed to get rid of the two cars behind him.Any fool can see that this is not a coincidence, this is stalking.

Following all the way, there are few people and vehicles, and a very remote route.In the right rearview mirror, the black car suddenly accelerated and overtook. The driver gripped the steering wheel and turned to the left to evade. Suddenly, a very fast off-road vehicle rushed out obliquely in front and rammed straight into it.Immediately switch gears, increase the speed and turn right, the left body scrapes against the front of the off-road vehicle, sparks splash and make extremely harsh noises, and the rearview mirror is smashed.

Narrowly avoided, the car that Mu Chuan was in happened to be sandwiched between the three cars, and the other car was also stopped and slammed to a stop.

More than a dozen men in black with various instruments got out of the car one after another, and four men rushed to the front of the car with 64 guns and opened the windows indiscriminately.Clinging to the glass, no matter how good the bulletproof performance is, it can't stop the clinging shooting.The window of the car was shattered inch by inch like a spider web. A man lazily held a single-shot submachine gun and smashed it down with the butt of the gun. The window was covered with white cracks, mixed with the gray glass and the inside could not be seen clearly. Out of curiosity, which car is Mu Chuan in?

The car windows were shattered, and chunks of broken glass glistened in the sun like rock candies.

The car door was pushed open suddenly, and the man with the gun was smashed down with a stick.All the people in the two cars poured out.The two groups of people intertwined and fought together, and the scene was very chaotic.

Sticks beat flesh, shoes break ribs.The windows of the car were smashed and the front of the car was smashed.Mu Chuan lifted a man's arm and stabbed the man in the stomach, and was hit in the back by a sap in a blink of an eye.

His head shook from the pain, his figure swayed, and he stopped his movements.Turning his head slowly, Mu Chuan held the knife in his backhand before he dropped the baseball bat he held high, and swooped down with his straight arm to cut the opponent's vein.The blood spurt was very spectacular, like a water pipe bursting suddenly, and the blood column sprayed high.Fortunately, it flashed quickly without splashing blood all over his face.

Mu Chuan walked forward staggeringly, and several people rushed towards him like crazy, and were dragged away by his subordinates again, and they fought.He took out his mobile phone and dialed, shouting loudly: "Man, when will you come!"

If one's own person didn't come, the other person came again.

The lights of passers-by cars parked in the distance suddenly turned on, and they rushed towards Mu Chuan.At the very moment, Mu Chuan jumped up suddenly.Stepping on the hood and crashing into the windshield, the impact made his internal organs tremble and he almost felt sick.The glass surface is full of cracks, and Mu Chuan is lying on top of the almost sunken cracks.Like prey in a spider's web.

A man rushed over with a knife in his hand. Mu Chuan quickly adjusted his posture and arched his back to meet him, holding the stabbing knife tightly with both hands.

The man's strength was very fierce, and Mu Chuan grabbed the blade tightly to prevent it from moving forward.The blade pierced into the flesh, blood flowed out, and a small piece of wet blood smeared out of the trousers.Turning the blade in the man's hand, Mu Chuan's palm curled up, but he still didn't dare to relax.His lips were pale with cold sweat, his eyes were fixed on the tip of the knife that was almost close to his abdomen, and he moved forward tremblingly and brightly.

The approaching danger from this side has not been dealt with yet, the person from the other side came out with blood on his face, his muscles stretched out and his face was hideous, holding a two-foot-long watermelon knife and was about to cut off his head.Mu Chuan didn't care about the knife in his stomach, and quickly turned over and rolled out of the car, falling to the ground.

The tip of the knife pierced slightly into the abdomen, and cut a hole under the tumbling motion.

Fortunately, his men finally rushed to his side to block the two desperadoes.Mu Chuan felt dizzy in front of his eyes from the pain, covered his stomach with one hand, and crawled forward in a state of embarrassment while supporting the ground with the other.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had suffered like this.

Supporting the station to get up, Mu Chuan leaned on it and pressed his abdomen with his hands, and blood dripped to the ground continuously between his fingers.Several people stepped forward to protect him.The wound was not deep, and there was no disembowelment, only the flesh was opened.

Mu Chuan hastily tore off his tie and wrapped it around his hands, panting and dodging aside.I have few people, so I can't fight.If it drags on, he will be beaten to death here.

He was a little annoyed.This is what age, but also Rush.

When the dense sticks came, Mu Chuan covered his head and face with his arms and tried his best to resist.Half of the sloped steel pipe slammed in from the bottom lane, and he tried his best to dodge, staggering and falling to the ground.

The flirtatious young man was about to steal a great achievement, his slightly immature face was full of anger.Holding the Mitsubishi army thorn, he had to make up for it before he pounced.Just one knife, one knife can end the life of a man on the ground.At that time, the money he got——

Before the knife fell, the people behind arrived.Thick arms strangled his neck and dragged him back.The young man struggled desperately and stabbed him with a knife.The people behind borrowed the military thorn in his hand and directly pierced his neck.

Mu Chuan's men finally arrived, and people rushed in from all sides.

Mu Chuan was helped into the car to hide, took a painkiller and wrapped a hemostatic bandage around his abdomen.The belly was turned open, and the cuts were criss-crossed. It looked dangerous, but it was just a flesh wound.The person next to him handed him a wet kerchief, and he barely wiped off the blood on his body.Hearing the sound of knives and sticks outside the car, and the occasional stray bullets passing by.

Unconcerned, Mu Chuan called and ordered things one by one.He thought bitterly, in a harmonious society, he would have to tidy up such a chaotic scene for a while.Why bother to trouble him so much!

The scene finally calmed down, the opponent was dead and injured.A few who tried to escape were all caught and returned.The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the boring chirping of cicadas sounded in the hot afternoon, and there was a dead silence after some excitement.

A bald man took off his blood-soaked military vest, wiped the blood off his face, and threw the wrinkled clothes aside.

Frowning and panting, he walked into Mu Chuan's car, opened the door and said, "It's over."

Mu Chuan got out of the car, his lips turned white from blood loss, and smiled at him: "It's hard work."

He went straight to the leading few men.

One of them was in his early thirties, his face was stained with blood, and his features could still be seen to be very handsome. He was officially the one who got out of the car first.At this time, he was firmly twisted by someone, struggling fiercely like a trapped animal.The two people next to him continued to search him, and took out a Glock pistol and some very good daggers.

Mu Chuan casually took the gun and weighed it in his hand, bent down and held the barrel of the gun, and patted his face lightly with the handle of the gun.He smiled and asked, "Brother, are you okay?" He threw his hand out, and his head was turned sideways with a single shot.

The man on the ground turned his head slowly, staring at Mu Chuan's face with extremely sinister eyes.Leaning forward, a mouthful of bloody sputum was spit on Mu Chuan's bare chest with half of his teeth between them.

The subordinates at the back kicked the man on the ground up, causing him to curl up on the ground, still unable to break free from the restraint.

Mu Chuan waved his hand to make people stop his fists and kicks, and took a handkerchief to wipe off the dirt on his body indifferently.Looking at the hateful face that was trampled on the ground, he said, "When the time comes, don't ask me to kill you." Then he seemed to remember something, and smiled happily.

He asked the people around him to take care of those men.Waved to several able-bodied officers: "Clean up everything."

Some of the men who were caught looked cowardly.Two of the trousers were wet, and even the ground was dripping with urine.

The bald man's frown became deeper and deeper, and the word "Chuan" was as deep as a small flame.fuck it.He cursed secretly in his heart, but it was hard to say it in front of Mu Chuan.It's disgusting to pee so aggressively.He stepped on the crotch of one of them and kicked, and whispered viciously: "Hold it back!"

The man's legs were trembling, and he couldn't help urinating the rest.

fuck fuck fuck!The bald head rubbed the sole of his shoe in his face, why do you want a dick?I can't even hold my urine!

The man who spat on Mu Chuan took advantage of the time when others were tying him up, twisted his body and stood up again.He bent his elbow and hit the head of the person in front of him.The person in front of him was stunned by the sudden beating, and he stabbed him in the stomach without thinking about it while holding the knife in his hand.

The man grabbed the knife in his belly with one hand, covered his face with the other and pushed forward firmly.After throwing it away, he pulled out the knife in his stomach without changing his face, and blood spurted out.

The people behind jumped up, hugged his waist and threw him to the ground.The man fell down, but his legs were entangled with the body of the person underneath, and he was about to cut his throat with a knife.His eyes scanned the surrounding area, and there was a threatening look at the gleaming knife.

The bald man picked up a stick casually, walked over and ignored it, and smashed it on the head, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

The person below who was held by the knife quickly got up and touched the bloody mark on his neck: "Asshole! I was almost killed by him!" Step aside.

Mu Chuan was also passively attracted to stop and watch.

The man was the most injured, and he was still struggling for a while.He said to the people next to him in admiration: "This man is really crazy."

He was worried, and ordered again.Take good care of him and stop beating him.At the point of death, he wanted to see who would dare to make this man make any more noise.