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When the young man with blood all over his body ran to Zhang Xiaojian, he fell to the ground and struggled twice, but he did not get up.

The people in the back also stopped at this time. A man with a scar on his forehead looked at Zhang Xiaojian and the young man on the ground. He sneered and said, "take him away."

The boss showed half his head from under the table and looked at the man in shock. It's not that he went back directly after confirmation.

The young man leaned against the edge of a table in despair, pointed to the scar face and said, "Huang San, think about it, the old man is not thin on you. You should rely on your conscience to do things."

Scar's face frowned, as if he was thinking about something. Then he sat down at the table, lit a cigarette, took a slow puff, spit out a cigarette ring, and said, "the past has passed. Do you think it's meaningful to say these things?"

The young man gnashed his teeth, but there was no way.

"Are you going back with us yourself or waiting for us to do it?" Huang San said.

"Die." The young man suddenly grabbed a glass and smashed it.

Huang Sany turned his head, and the quilt fell on the ground, making a crisp sound, breaking into a flash. It's shining with crystal light.

"Up." Huang San waved, and three people rushed up to take the young man back.

When the three men rushed up, the sound of breaking the air came out, and then there were three screams. All the three men who rushed up fell to the ground with their heads just in front of the young man.

The scene is silent, only Zhang Xiaojian still drinks on her own, as if nothing has happened.

Huang San's eyes fell on Zhang Xiaojian's body. He looked at him for a long time, but he didn't speak.

At this time, the three men had been dragged behind. Each of them had a bamboo stick in their legs. It was the bamboo stick for the kebab, with some minced meat on it.

The injuries were the same, all at the base of the leg.

"Who are you?" Huang San asked Zhang Xiaojian.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't look up and was gobbling up a kebab.

"You are deaf. Our boss asks you something." There was a clamour.

At this time, a man came from the distance, dressed in black, with a box on his back.

Looking up, the little man just came over.

Sniper gun. It seems that this is the man who shot.

The Binhai city is really in trouble. She dare to use the gun blatantly. What did the police do? Zhang Xiaojian felt uncomfortable.

The man who yelled at Zhang Xiaojian just now saw that Zhang Xiaojian didn't respond. He felt greatly insulted. Suddenly, a dagger appeared in his hand. His body swayed and rushed directly. The dagger brought up a cold awn and stabbed Zhang Xiaojian's throat.

No one saw Zhang Xiaojian start. After a golden light appeared, the scream had been passed out.

The man who had just rushed past was lying on the ground, his arm was broken into three segments, and the stubble of bone could be seen clearly in the red blood. Red and white.

Huang San suddenly stood up, the muscles on his face were shaking.

The table in front of him was turned over, and the things on it fell to the ground.

Everyone unconsciously stepped back two steps, eyes full of fear.

How powerful the man who just made the move was clear to them. The mercenaries who came back from abroad had been Ko opponents for 15 times in the black boxing field. It was incredible that such a person was instantly killed by the other party.

Among these people, only one person did not retreat, that is, the man with the long box on his back, still looked at Zhang Xiaojian coldly.

"Retreat." Huang San said.

"Wait a minute." Zhang Xiaojian said.

Huang Sanleng for a moment, the look of fear in the eyes.

"Not you, but the boy." Zhang Xiaojian points to the shooter.

Huang San looks at the shooter and makes a color, which means let him go.

But in this moment, the gunner's hand has appeared on the top, the black muzzle finger like Zhang Xiaojian.

The finger moved, the muzzle of the gun gave out a dazzling light, the bullet shot out, directly aimed at Zhang Xiaojian's eyebrows.

Almost at the same time, Zhang Xiaojian brought up countless shadows. The man had already finished blinking and locking his throat. The shooter was stuck in his neck and picked it up. Then he fell back.

Before the shooter had any reaction, the whole person fell to the ground heavily.

The pistol and the sniper gun on his back had fallen into Zhang Xiaojian's hand, but disappeared in an instant.

The shooter in the moment of landing, the body a shake, want to roll out, but was caught by Zhang Xiaojian void.

Bang, thump, the shooter flew out, hit the wall heavily, and then fell down again, lying on the ground.At this time, the police car whistling, Huang San see things are not good, with the people disappeared.

More than a dozen policemen charged over with live ammunition, and the black muzzle of the gun looked like Zhang Xiaojian.

Zhang Xiaojian sneered and did not speak. Suddenly, the golden light flashed. The young man on the ground disappeared with him.

Before the police responded, Zhang Xiaojian had disappeared. Someone wanted to chase him. An official like man called out and said, "don't chase."

The police didn't ask any questions, but took the shooter away?

After the police left, the boss got up from the ground and frowned. What happened today is too ridiculous.

Knead the head, quickly pack up things, go home, it is estimated that there will be no stall for a long time.

After the police left with the shooter, they walked out of the city and into the woods in the suburbs.

This is a large forest, with hundreds of acres of land. One day, the cement road is winding in front.

After the police car had gone for several kilometers, a roadblock appeared in front of the police car, and the soldiers with guns and bullets suddenly appeared like ghosts.

The driver took out a certificate and handed it over. After the soldier looked at it, he released it directly.

The police car walked another kilometer, and a particularly spacious courtyard appeared in front of it, without any signs.

After the car stopped, a pale faced man waved his hand and said, "give the shooter some treatment, and then send it to the headquarters."

A room, bright lights, a man is smoking, a military uniform, looks very manly.

"Report." A voice interrupted the man's thinking and said a word without expression. Then a black faced man pushed the door in.