Shortly after leaving the gas station, a small row of poplar forests appeared in the desert. Cheng Jia drove the car under a tree and said, "Get out and wait for a while."

The hot wind made her feel depressed and even her eyelids were a little heavy.

When he got off the bus and arrived at the shade, Cheng Jia took off his sweaty jacket.

Peng Ye took off his coat and put it in the car, walked a few steps and then returned, took out something from his pocket and held it in his hand, and mysteriously carried it behind his back, and walked towards her.

Cheng Jia sat on the ground, squinted his eyes and stared at him.

He walked over and leaned over and handed his hand to her, "Look."

A few cigarettes were lying on his palm, and Cheng Jia's eyes lit up slightly, "Where did it come from?"

Peng Ye smiled and said, "Look for what Bangor wants."

He reached out with his other hand and the lighter was in the palm of his hand.

Cheng Jia lit a cigarette. Peng Ye took one in his mouth and sat on the ground next to her, and wanted to get a lighter, but Cheng Jia held it behind her.

She smiled, sucked the cigarette from her mouth gently, tilted her head to approach him, her light-colored pupils, without blinking.

Peng Ye then lowered his head and pointed the cigarette on her cigarette butt, igniting it. She then exhaled and the smoke was spitting all over his face.

Both of them are in high spirits.

After finishing a cigarette, Cheng Jia ate a cold potato that Peng Ye took. After eating one, he felt that it was so cool and comfortable, so he ate another one.

As I was eating, the ground behind me was rustling.

At some point, two or three little Tibetan antels came. One of them seemed not afraid of humans, with shiny eyes. They poked their heads from behind the tree and came to Cheng Jia's feet to sniff.

The other few hesitate not far away and look around curiously.

Cheng Jia handed it the cold potato in his hand, and Xiao Zangling suddenly shrank his neck. After a while, he came over carefully and was about to smell it.

Peng Ye came over and knocked his head hard.

The little guy ran away and disappeared across the hillside in a while.

Cheng Jia asked, "What are you doing when you hit it?"

Peng Ye said: "Don't show goodwill, let them mistakenly think that humans are friendly."

Cheng Jia had nothing to say.

After smoking a few cigarettes one after another, Peng Ye stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll drive."

Cheng Jia handed him the key.

He took the key, pulled her hand again, and pulled her up from the ground. Before the man could stand firm, two jeep suddenly appeared on the gray-yellow hillside opposite and swooped towards them.

Peng Ye grabbed Cheng Jia and ran towards the off-road vehicle, but he didn't have time to get on the bus, and the two cars blocked the way one after another.

Under the sudden brake, sand and stones flew everywhere.

Peng Ye knew that this time he could not escape the disaster. Only one bullet was left in his gun, which was useless. Drawing the gun would worsen the situation.

He quickly put a windbreaker on Cheng Jia, and with a zipper, he pulled it to the top, and the hat covered her head and face.

He held her hand tightly, and the key returned to her palm. He said in her ear: "Girl playing racing, it's not difficult for you to move the warehouse."

He pushed her into the car and slammed her into the door.

He stood beside the car, staring calmly at the gang members who had flowed down from the two cars after the dust had dissipated.

One of them wanted to vent his anger from being tricked last night, rushed up and raised his hunting rifle stock and smashed it on Peng Ye's head. Peng Ye's legs didn't move, and he exerted force on the spot, lifted his foot and kicked his gun in two pieces.

The two thin figures took the rope and shouted, rushed forward and tied him together. Peng Ye grabbed the rope and pulled it. The two rushed towards him in unison. One was kicked away by him, and the other was tied around by him and struck him in the car.

Cheng Jia jumped into the car, and the distance between the front and rear vehicles was far from the difficulty of moving the warehouse. She could speed away in a few seconds. She quickly sat in the driver's seat, and the key entered the hole, but couldn't turn it down.

Their target was her camera, not Peng Ye. But if she ran away, they would be angry.

In a second hesitation, someone suddenly opened the car door and grabbed her hand and dragged it down.

Cheng Jia kicked him in the heart, but he didn't let go.

She was almost dragged out, and Peng Ye rushed up and grabbed her hand, kicked the other person's neck, and kicked him into the sand.

"Then you go!" Peng Ye angrily pushed Cheng Jia back and threw him onto the car door.

Cheng Jia looked at him and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Before Peng Ye could turn around, he stopped moving.

A gun was pressed against his neck, and Brother Wan, who had a mustache, looked treacherous and angry.

"You and I are crazy!" Brother Wan kicked Peng Ye's leg. Peng Ye didn't stand firm and suddenly hit the car and half kneeled down. Brother Wan kicked Peng Ye's back again, "It's crazy no matter how crazy!"

Two people immediately stepped forward and opened the car door and dragged Cheng Jia out.

Brother Wan shouted, "Stupid, where is the camera?"

Cheng Jia didn't say anything.

Brother Wan frowned and was about to have an attack, when another pair of thin men with eyes pointed: "I saw it, it's in the car."

He went to take out the camera bag, Cheng Jia lowered his head and looked over the brim of his hat.

She bit her lips and grabbed the dead grass on the ground with her fingers.

Brother Wan took the camera and raised his hand to greet the brothers around him with a gun at Peng Ye.

He also wanted to see the true face of the black fox, and even wanted to find the photo before the black fox to hide it, saying that if he didn't find it, the black fox wouldn't be able to leave.

After Ji Yun died, he could not control this gang. Once the black fox left, many brothers either dispersed or went to join other gangs. He still needed time to establish his authority.

Brother Wan turned on the camera and didn't expect to see Lin Li's nude photos at first sight.

The strong visual impact made him feel hot all over. He touched his chin and was shocked. He finished reading the white photos of the woman one by one, turned around and walked to Cheng Jia.

Cheng Jia was wearing a hat and lowered her head. Peng Ye's windbreaker was very spacious and covered her tightly.

"You guys are not cooperative, ah?" Brother Wan grabbed her shoulder and picked her up, "I just asked you to be mute?"

Cheng Jia lowered his eyes, silently.

The sun shone brightly on her face, and Brother Wan narrowed his eyes, "Tsk tsk, I have never seen such a white woman before, haha, let's see if she is just as white. Haha..."

He reached out to pull Cheng Jia's clothes, and Cheng Jia grabbed him and broke his fingers.

Brother Wan screamed in pain, he quickly stopped his hand, and slapped him in anger, "You are looking for death!"

Cheng Jia fell to the ground, without any movement, and did not let out a trace of pain.

Peng Ye's fist bulged with blue veins, and he was about to move, but his anger was overwhelmed and he endured it back in another moment.

Cheng Jia's face was covered by his long hair and hat, and it was silent, like the slap he had just slapped the air.

Without auditory stimulation, Brother Wan was unable to calm down. He shook his painful hand and turned around to see Peng Ye to find some interest, but Peng Ye didn't move at all, as if he didn't care about this woman.

Brother Wan's desire to destruction disappeared, and he scolded: "It's really a disappointment."

He turned around and wanted to leave, but his eyes were fixed on Cheng Jia's waist. As soon as the wind blew, a thin white, tender and water snake-like waist was revealed. Brother Wan's eyes straightened, and he wanted to pinch it with his big hands.

The wind blew by, and Brother Wan could see clearly that there was still a man's kiss mark on his waist that he had pinched his hands.

Brother Wan's fire suddenly became piqued, and he rushed over and grabbed Cheng Jia's windbreaker and tore it open.

Cheng Jia gritted his teeth, and without making a scream, he raised his foot and kicked Brother Wan's crotch, kicking him right away.

Brother Wan staggered back in pain and shouted: "Press her down!"

Four or five men rushed up and pressed Cheng Jia's shoulders, necks and hands and feet. Brother Wan walked forward with his crotch covering his crotch and said in anger: "I won't kill you today!"

After saying that, he raised his foot and stepped on Cheng Jia's stomach with great force.

With a bang, Brother Wan's feet failed to fall.

"ah!"

With a heart-wrenching scream, Brother Wan held his wrist and rolled into a ball. The bullet broke his two fingers and penetrated his palms.

The people who were holding the gun at Peng Ye did not react. Peng Ye drew the gun, plucked the safety bolt, aimed, and exploded Brother Wan's hand in almost half a second.

In an instant, the scene was out of control.

Everyone was panicked and all the guns were pointed at Peng Ye.

They didn't know that there were no bullets in Peng Ye's gun, and they were afraid that he would continue to shoot.

He was crazy about shooting!

Cheng Jia hissed: "Peng Ye!"

Cheng Jia's mind was like a blank after an explosion.

She watched the guns in everyone's hands aimed at Peng Ye, and Peng Ye's face was calm and he threw the empty gun in an instant.

When the person holding the gun saw him throwing the gun, no one fired the gun first. After all, his hand was not cut off, and it was not hurting him.

I am a little wise man and don’t want to stand up for Brother Wan, because I’m involved in the fishy taste.

People in this new job cannot even aim their guns.
To be continued...