Chapter 155 The Situation Reversed
Jiang Langren was in a daze.
He didn't expect that as soon as he reacted, the other party shot.
Such a cruel method made him feel slightly chilled.
Don't wait for him to think about it!
In the next second, a sharp pain spread all over his body.
Jiang Lang let out a muffled snort, his face turned "shua~", and he became extremely pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead densely.
He staggered, and collapsed directly in front of Jiang Chengshu's tombstone, howling dryly, as if he wanted to spit out gall.
A kidnapper kicked Jiang Lang from behind, and cursed with a smile: "Fuck~ I won't cry if I don't see the coffin."
"You have to take a shot to be obedient!"
"Whispering all the way, labor and management have long wanted to kill you."
"Say it~ Aren't you good at talking? You can kneel on your knees, and I will kill you with a single shot at BB!"
Grinning his teeth in pain, Jiang Lang kept rolling on the ground, like a twitching maggot.
He looked at his feet, there was a blood hole on his thigh, and large, large pieces of blood fell from his trousers to the ground.
He knew that he was careless, or that he thought too simply.
In the hands of these murderers, any slight move will attract the attention of the other party.
"Hahaha~" laughter came from beside my ears.
Zhang Xiaoling covered her mouth and laughed unscrupulously, a little crazy, like a madman.
Thinking that seeing Jiang Lang in such a mess would make her feel happy physically and mentally, as if she had experienced a hundred orgasms!
For some reason, she suddenly stepped forward step by step, half squatted beside Jiang Lang, brushed Jiang Lang's hair, and looked at him coldly.
"Aren't you amazing? The entire Jiang family has been ruined by you!"
"Even my father avoids you."
"But you haven't fallen into my hands yet."
"Now, give it to my husband..." However, in the middle of her words, she stopped abruptly.
A pair of cold eyes met her.
It's dark, it's cold...
There is a deep chill, like a glacier that has not melted for thousands of years, cold to the bone marrow.
Jiang Lang closed his eyes and gritted his teeth because of the severe pain, his distorted face suddenly calmed down.
There was even a hint of mockery hanging from the corner of his mouth.
Before Zhang Xiaoling could react, there was only a "bang~", like the sound of a rope breaking.
Suddenly, she felt that her hair was pulled viciously, and even her scalp was torn.
All he could hear was Jiang Lang's scolding.
"Fucking nuns, don't come here, back off with labor!"
Jiang Lang hid half of his body behind Zhang Xiaoling as much as possible, holding the hairpin with one hand and pressing hard against Zhang Xiaoling's throat.
Fortunately, he originally wanted to find a sharp gravel on the ground.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaoling dressed up specially today, perhaps to pay tribute to Jiang Chengshu, and her hair was tied up with hairpins.
It just happened to be the tool he used to threaten others.
The stone broke and the sky was shaken, and the situation was reversed!
From Jiang Lang breaking free from the hemp rope to tying Zhang Xiaoling behind him, the whole process probably took less than three seconds.
Everyone was dumbfounded, and even the leader who reacted the fastest was caught by Jiang Lang as soon as he touched the gun on his waist.
The one in the lead raised his hand and smiled: "Brother, you must have practiced it! I didn't expect how strong it is!"
"You let him go first, you have something to say!"
Jiang Lang dragged Zhang Xiaoling's body back and forth.
Fortunately, there happened to be Jiang Chengshu's tombstone behind him, and it was quite large.He retreated directly to the gap beside the tombstone, making the tombstone and Zhang Xiaoling in his hand form a triangular cover.
He also cursed in his mouth: "Fart your mother, you are bluffing a three-year-old child!"
"Throw the gun over to labor!"
Zhang Xiaoling was so stupid, she couldn't accept this situation.
She on the sofa with the disheveled hair was struggling desperately, like a ghost, screaming frantically: "Kill him to death, leave me alone."
"Report to my husband..."
"Report Nima a b~" Jiang Lang was startled, and hurriedly cursed to interrupt Zhang Xiaoling, and the hairpin on his throat became more and more forceful.
You can even see one, with a sharp hole in the neck, and blood oozes from it.
This feeling made Zhang Xiaoling a little suffocated, she couldn't say anything, and her eyes fell into laxity.
The few people on the opposite side were startled, and the first one shouted quickly: "Don't, don't~~~ We throw the gun, we throw it."
They were not fools, and they had no doubt that with Jiang Lang's performance just now, Zhang Xiaoling's throat would definitely be pierced with a hairpin.
Jiang Lang was covered in cold sweat. He hadn't eaten for the past few days, and was shot in the leg again. His body couldn't take it anymore.
However, it is impossible for him to let the other party see that his state is wrong.
The mouth was still cursing non-stop: "You idiot, if you don't throw the gun, labor and management will kill her now!"
The chief leader nodded slightly towards several people.
After hesitating for a while, he threw the gun on the ground and said, "Brother, we lost the gun, you should let him go!"
"Bang~bang~bang~~"
A total of five pistols fell on the ground, which are very conspicuous in the sunlight. The dark gun body feels very cold and dangerous...
Jiang Lang glanced at it, with a hint of mockery in his mouth.
He knew that his plan had succeeded.
Hijacking Zhang Xiaoling would really make the other party use a trick.
but...
He found that these people were very dishonest. They obviously let them throw their guns, but the location of the throws was wrong.
It belongs to the level that you can pick it up by taking a step forward and bending slightly.
He cursed: "Kick me the gun."
The leader quit, and he said to Jiang Lang with a half-smile, "Brother, this is wrong."
"Kick the gun to you, wouldn't we be dead?"
Jiang Lang took a deep breath, he also knew that this was unrealistic.
Now both parties are in a stalemate, and no one dares to move.
Gritting his teeth, he shouted at the other party: "Just kick me down the mountain, none of us have guns, or I'll kill her right now!"
The leader frowned, pondered for a moment, and said, "Okay~ But, people should let us go!"
Jiang Lang was out of breath, and couldn't help cursing: "Damn! There's no gun, five of you will fight one, labor and capital will still die."
"Let him go, there's no way! Labor and management just want to survive. If it's safe, I'll let him go!"
The leader looked at Jiang Lang with cold eyes, nodded towards the few people, and said, "Kick~"
One of them quit and couldn't help saying "Head~"
The boss glared at the other party and scolded: "What's wrong, you don't want to save Miss!"
The rest of the people, you looked at me, I looked at you, gritted their teeth, and said, "Okay~ let's kick."
Seeing a pistol being kicked into the gravel on the mountain and never being seen again, Jiang Lang breathed a sigh of relief...