Binzi got off the car, and the three young men who followed him in the car got off immediately.

Then Binzi took three people, holding machetes, staring at the masked man in front of him with a cold look, and quickly chased after him.

"Swish"

The man with masks is not a fool. He has been watching Binzi and the others' car with his mobile phone screen before, so when Binzi and the others get off the car, he discovered it.

"Crash"

The man with mask quickly put his phone into his pocket, then turned left, and quickly went to the Oriental Printing Factory next to him.

"Tm, he has entered the printing factory!"

"Chasing! Chasing him!"

"Crazy"

Binzi and others carried the knife and chased after him frantically.

I have also said before that the terrain of the printing factory is very complex, with small walls everywhere, muddy roads and some alleys, so Wang Quan, a talented man such as Binzi, chased him less than a hundred meters and turned left with the mask man, and was stunned.

Because Binzi was shocked to find that the man with mask was missing!

Binzi stood by the wall of the printing factory with a machete, glaring at him, "Damn it? Can the ducks that have been served on the table fly?"

"Where did this b go?"

"There are few people around here. This B is either hiding in some corner or entering the printing factory." A young man with red hair said glaring at him, then pointed to the gate of the printing factory less than two meters high in front of him. "This door is nearly two meters high and the door is locked. I guess the possibility of this B entering the factory is not high. It will only take a few seconds for us to catch up. In such a short time, it is too difficult for him to enter the factory without any movement."

"I haven't entered the factory, so where did you hide?" Binzi cursed: "Tm, such a big living person disappeared in a blink of an eye. Could it be that this is Tu Xingsun, who can penetrate the ground?"

"Brother Bin, let's look for it, look carefully!"

Everyone said, and they searched the side door of the factory with vigilant eyes.

It was then—

"Buzz buzz ~"

Three Haojue motorcycles were frantically pumping oil, and the motor roared and continued to rush towards the Oriental Printing Factory.

There were three motorcycles, two people sitting on each motorcycle. The people on each motorcycle were wearing bright red motorcycle helmets, one riding the bike to control it, and the other person behind him was carrying a black single-tube hunting rifle more than two feet long!

"What sound?"

"Hold the grass! Brother Bin, this is a condom, it is a condom! Binzi quickly leave!"

A yellow-haired young man who had just found the corner of the wall was the first to find the roaring motorcycle. When he stared at the hunting rifle in his hand, he felt a little numb from his scalp. Then he turned his head and shouted at Binzi, and ran back quickly!

"Kang!"

The motorcycle was running fast, and it was more than 30 meters away. On the leading motorcycle, a man looked at the yellow-haired young man coldly, then directly raised the hunting rifle in his hand and shot it directly!

The shot happened to hit the red brick wall, causing debris to fly.

"Go ahead!"

Binzi is not the kind of person who is terrified and afraid of things. He is always a little stunned. So, after hearing the gunshots, he was startled, then glared and said, holding the machete and preparing to turn around.

The red-haired young man quickly persuaded, while saying that, he pulled Binzi toward the iron fence gate, "Let's go! Brother Bin! We can't beat Zid, and I don't know if there are any people in this broken place!"

"Yes, Brother Jun! This is obviously a good match. We have already discovered that we are following us and prepared in advance!" Another young man who followed him hurriedly advised: "Go away! Brother Bin, have you forgotten Brother Jun's words? Put your own safety first. If you didn't catch this time, there is still a chance in the future!"

"Brother Bin! The road ahead is not easy to walk! The motorcycle quickly caught up! Let's climb over the wall and enter the printing factory!"

The yellow-haired young man who had almost been shot before was pale and said with a rapid breathing, running forward desperately, pulling Binzi and turning left. Then everyone was about to climb up the iron fence gate and enter the printing factory.

"TM, why is this printing factory so deserted? Even the guardian can't afford to hire a doorman?"

"I don't know, you look dilapidated and deserted. You probably are about to go bankrupt. No matter what our business is, let's go first!"

"Brother Bin, come first! Let's cut off the back!"

"Come on, do a favor and push Brother Bin's butt!"

As the three of them said, they put Binzi's legs on the iron fence gate.

"Swish"

Binzi quickly flipped over the top of the iron fence, then he stood half-sitting on the top of the fence, stretching out a hand down, "Hurry up! Yellow hair, I'll pull you!"

"You go down first, I don't need to pull!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Brother Bin, you really don't have to worry about yellow hair. You can climb up an eight-meter pine tree to dig a bird's nest when you are six years old. This is a big deal!"

"Buzz"

While everyone was talking, three motorcycles had already turned over the wall of the printing factory and saw Binzi and four of them, and the two groups were less than twenty meters apart!

Binzi stood on the top of the iron fence and looked at the motorcycle. He suddenly felt his scalp numb. He didn't care about being pretentious anymore, and he glared at the iron gate and jumped into the factory "thump".

"Hey! Hurry!"

"Red Cat! You are the slowest of tm's, you didn't eat?"

"puff"

Someone's pants were scratched by the iron bars on the top of the iron fence, and their pants were immediately scratched.

"Hold the grass! I'm stinged!"

The young man with red hair just jumped off the iron fence and suddenly turned pale, covered his crotch with his hands, and said with a painful expression.

"TM, if you don't have it, you'll have it. If you don't have it, you can still use some bullwhip and horse whip to make up for it, and you can make it up!" Huang Mao said as he stared at him, turning around and pulling Hong Mao to run into the factory with Binzi, and saying, "TM, if you don't run, are you waiting to make an appointment with the female gui after being beaten to death? "

No matter how much they scolded, they all jumped off the fence. When the motorcycle just arrived at the fence, everyone had already jumped into the printing factory and turned around and ran into the factory.

"Kang Kang!"

The six people jumped off the three motorcycles stared at Binzi and the four of them in the factory. Then the three of them raised their hunting rifles, and without aiming, they shot Binzi and others in the factory.

"Kang Kang! Kang"

Three more shots were fired, but none of them were hit, either on the iron fence or on the ground in the factory. Obviously, these people were also players who scored the eleventh ring of target shooting, and their accuracy was very touching.

Outside the iron fence gate, the six people who came to see Binzi and the other four were running away almost gone. Then the six of them looked at each other. After hesitating, they carried the hunting rifle on their shoulders, spitted saliva in their palms, took a few steps back, and charged and also flipped onto the iron fence.

...In the Oriental Printing Factory, Binzi took the three of them and ran around in the factory in a panic. Binzi quickly took out his cell phone from his pocket and called Yi Jiuge's phone.
Chapter completed!