MTL - Rebirth of Brotherly Love-Chapter 167

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At this moment, the phone rang again. An Luo took out his phone and saw the name of Anze in the caller ID.

做 什么 What did he call again? Isn't it that the confession just stimulated my brother enough? !!

An An Luo frowned to answer the phone and said coldly, "Anze, what's the matter?"

Unexpectedly, a low voice came over the phone. "If you want your brother to be fine, just do what I say."

"...!" Is the voice, the man who was seen on the monitor, San Ye!

How could Yan Anze's phone be in his hand? Did something happen to Anzai ...

Zuan Anluo suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, pretending to be calm and authentic: "Where is Anze?"

"Brother ..." Anze's voice came from the mobile phone, and it seemed that he was punched a few times, and the voice suddenly weakened again.

An An heard a moment's heart, and said quickly, "What do you want ?! Don't hurt An Ze, he has nothing to do with this!"

San Ye smiled slightly and said, "An Luo, I didn't expect you to care about your brother. If you want him alive, bring what I want and come to the factory in the western suburbs to come to me. Remember, don't call the police, Don't let anyone follow you, delete your call history, throw your phone ... otherwise, you will see your brother's body when you arrive. "

The call was hung up.

"..." An Luo was silent for a while, turned the steering wheel and hurried to the western suburbs.

He knew very well that Sanye ’s heart was ruthless. If he did not listen, called the police, or took anyone with him, then Sanye would surely honor his promise and give him a body of An Ze ... he knows these underworlds too People have a cold-blooded style, and their cell phones and rooms may already have eavesdroppers installed by San Ye.

My father was involved in drug trafficking and investigated the incident himself, but Anze was innocent.

Maybe there will be no return this time, and even, waiting for yourself is likely to be unimaginable torture. However, he couldn't just watch Anze happen. Even if it was in front of Longtan Tigers' Cave, he had to make a break.

An An Luo took out a pistol from under the car seat, and gently put it in his pocket.

***

Before arriving at the abandoned factory, Anluo parked the car under a relatively hidden hillside. He thought that if he had an accident this time, the police could find out some clues from his car .

He walked alone to the place designated by Sanye and looked at the factory in front of him. An Luo's heart suddenly burst into a chill.

It was a long abandoned factory, and rust was formed on the iron gates. The dark red color was not known to be rust or blood. The area around the factory was deserted, and weeds lined the sides of the path. Such a place is often used by underworld gangs to deal with traitors and enemies, killing people here, throwing them into the ditch behind the hillside, and waiting for the bodies to be found by the police. At times, it is often beyond recognition.

Although he had been to many similar places in previous lives, this life, Anluo, who had lived a peaceful life in his home, was the first time he came to such a humid, cold, and death-filled place.

An An Luo frowned, resisting the discomfort in the bottom of his heart, pressed the gun in his pocket with his hand, and slowly approached the door.

There was a sudden sound of wind in his ears, and Anluo almost turned aside slightly reflectively. At the same time, his left leg swept away and kicked the man who attacked him to the ground!

The other four tall thugs looked at each other and gathered around.

Luan Luo's eyes were cold, regardless of morality, a beautiful catcher quickly grabbed a man's wrist and threw him out! Then, exactly a knife cut to the neck of the person on the right! Then use your knees to push firmly to the man on the left, his legs swept, and the last man was put to the ground by one foot!

A few beaters probably didn't expect the spoiled Master Anjia to fight so well, and all fell down within a few strokes of him, lying on the ground for a moment.