90: C90 (1)

C90 (1)

It was a tough victory. Although the Sand Eagle Bomb had caused a lot of noise, it did not kill many people. When he flew out of the wall with the bullets and hidden weapons in his hand, this group of mercenaries, who had gone through life and death situations and had received professional training, were busy and did not panic. All of them raised their guns and counterattacked.

Although Faang Xuan had the upper hand, these people on the opposite side were all wearing bulletproof vests. It was enough to offset that small advantage.

Over a hundred bullets and concealed weapons were shot out, in exchange for dozens of bullets.

The mercenaries' marksmanship was accurate, and they did not aim at Faang Xuan's limbs. They aimed at his heart, throat, head, and other vital parts.

When Faang Xuan dashed out, he tried his best to dodge the bullets above his throat. If he could not dodge the bullets, he would use his larger chest, back, and other parts to take the hits. Therefore, dozens of bullets hit his chest and back.

The moment he was shot, his body naturally grew scales to protect his life. However, there were too many bullets and too much strength. Even though Faang Xuan's muscles were many times stronger than normal people, the strength of his muscles was not something that could be compared to humans, but it was incomparably powerful. It still caused Faang Xuan to suffer internal injuries. Just the blood that he spat out was not something that ordinary people could withstand.

"Puchi!"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Faang Xuan felt that his footsteps were a little shaky. Three of his ribs had been broken, and more importantly, his internal organs had been shifted. At this moment, with just a little bit of force, his internal organs would feel a heart-piercing pain.

"Zhuo Donglai, it's time for you to pay with your life, humph!" Suppressing the pain in his body, Faang Xuan stepped on the corpse under his feet. Walking towards room 250, he had already paid a huge price today. No matter what, he had to kill Zhuo Donglai.

Suddenly, a wave of noisy footsteps came from behind him. It was a group of riot patrol leaders. Holding a thick riot shield in their hands, a black wall made of shields slowly pushed forward. The black muzzle of the gun stuck out from behind the riot shields and pointed straight at Faang Xuan in front of them.

"Listen up, people in front. Put your hands on your head and squat down. Give up your useless resistance, or I'll shoot you on the spot."

A dignified voice came from behind the riot shield, although Faang Xuan was alone. The scattered corpses on the ground, as well as the blood that splashed everywhere... What? The patrolling officers who had never seen blood were shocked.

In the eyes of these patrolling officers, Faang Xuan's image was already like a monster. Even though he was empty-handed, the patrolling officers still did not dare to look down on him.

"Fang... Master Fang, don't mess around. Your life is more important..."

Just as the patrolling officer finished his words, a familiar voice came from behind the riot shield. From the voice, it seemed that he was lacking in energy. He must have suffered some serious injuries.

Faang Xuan's lips curled up, but his smile was a little bitter.

This vampire who appeared out of nowhere, although somewhat strange, saved him twice. No matter what his background was, he should thank him.

After the explosion of the Fang family's villa, Faang Xuan had already deduced that the reason he woke up from Ya Siqi's room was because he was saved by someone, and the person who saved him was someone with a strange name and identity.

"Zhuo Donglai, it seems that you should not die!"

Faang Xuan sighed. Being pointed at by so many guns and being seriously injured, killing someone was just wishful thinking.

"Listen, prisoner. I will give you ten seconds. Put your hands on your head and squat down. Otherwise, I will kill you on the spot. Ten..."

Faang Xuan shook his head and stood proudly with his hands behind his back. He was like a proud pine tree, tall and uninhibited.

He did not even look at the row of guns. He revealed a disdainful smile. "Hands on your head? Squatting down? I'm sorry, I don't know how to do this! "

His voice was firm and resolute. Did he surrender? Even if he submitted, what awaited him was death. Why not take the final gamble!

No one noticed that Faang Xuan's naturally hanging arms were already secretly clenched. A deformed bullet had unknowingly appeared in his palm.

He concentrated all of his strength on his arm, and did not want to hit it in one blow, piercing through the opposite riot shield.

Faang Xuan, who was in a desperate situation, did not want to kill those patrolling officers, but only wanted to break into the house and kill Zhuo Donglai in the chaos.

The patrolling officers did not say anything. They did not comment on Faang Xuan's words. They just coldly threw down a note.

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

"Seven!"2

...

When the number was about to reach "one," suddenly, a voice came from behind Faang Xuan. It was vigorous and powerful, loud and strong. A simple sentence was enough to show the pure inner energy of the person who spoke.

"Wait, this person is mine."

After saying that, a middle-aged man in a white Tang suit walked out from behind Faang Xuan. The middle-aged man's face was thin and his body was as straight as a pole, especially his pair of long and narrow eyes. His eyes were bright and sharp like the tip of a knife. When he looked at someone, it seemed as if he could pierce their heart. It made one's mind become chaotic.

The middle-aged man did not even look at Faang Xuan. He walked straight to the black wall formed by the riot shields. He took out an identification card from his body and waved it at the group of patrolling officers. Then he said proudly, "You can withdraw now."

The officers didn't speak. After a while, the black shield separated from the two sides. A man walked out from the middle. It was the former Wolf Fang instructor, Battalion Commander Guo. He saluted the middle-aged man with a standard military salute, then said in a humble tone, "I wonder what Brother Zhuo wants him to do? This man has killed countless people, and all kinds of crimes are beyond description, just half an hour ago. We found the body of Director Zhuo Dali and Zhuo in the alley not far ahead. According to all the signs, this man is the murderer. "

The middle-aged man casually waved his hand and moved closer to Commander Guo's ear. He whispered in a low voice for a while. His voice was very low, but Faang Xuan, who had better hearing, still heard the content of the conversation.

The middle-aged man said, "This person not only killed Zhuo Dali, but also took off one of my nephew's arms. He did not put the Zhuo family in his eyes at all. Brother Guo, I think you should know the temper of our Patriarch. If the people of the Zhuo family couldn't help him, the family head would be very angry. So, Brother Guo, bring your people downstairs to have a cup of tea. Have a cigarette. I'll call you after I'm done with my business. "

" This... Brother Zhuo, according to the information we received, this person is very skilled, Brother Zhuo you..."

"Hmm?"

Before Battalion Commander Guo could finish his sentence, the middle-aged man frowned and said in an unhappy tone, "Brother Guo, what do you mean? Do you think I can't kill him?"

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