shock!The eldest daughter, she tore up the script of the wealthy cannon fodder

Chapter 280 Tonight, everyone in your village must apologize for my brothers!

The small mountain village at night was already dark and dull, and the atmosphere of the power outage added a bit of silence and depth to the place.

Zhao Lang didn't dare to waste time, so he started on the road with a flashlight.

Just halfway there, he vaguely saw a figure by the side of the road.

Alarmed, he turned off the flashlight and quietly approached the man.

Looking at the back image is an old man.

Normally, it would not be a surprise for an old man to appear here, but now the entire village has a power outage, and people of this age are usually afraid of falling and staying at home quietly.

How could you come out and wander around?

Thinking of this, Zhao Lang followed up again.

Only when he got close did he realize that this old man was the one he and Jiang Li met a few days ago.

Thinking of what Jiang Li said, Zhao Lang became more vigilant and his eyes sank.

"Old man." He stood behind the man and turned on the flashlight. "Don't wander around here so late. It's dangerous if the power goes out. Go home."

The old man paused and stopped in place.

Looking at his heels that were as stable as Mount Tai, Zhao Lang fully realized that something was wrong, and secretly clenched his fists and leaned over.

"Old man? What's the matter?"

In an instant, the old man turned around, and a bright object shot out of his dark chest.

The sharp weapon was fast, but Zhao Lang's movements were faster, and he turned sideways to avoid it.

Xu Shi didn't expect that Zhao Lang didn't get the trick. The old man was surprised and wanted to run away.

Zhao Lang quickly smashed the flashlight on his head, and the other party let out a muffled grunt, not a hoarse old man's voice, but a masculine voice.

As if expecting his identity to be revealed, the man didn't run away at all, a cold light shot out from the eagle's eyes, and he directly attacked Zhao Lang with both fists and kicks.

——But he avoided them one by one.

There was even more surprise in the man's eyes, "Aren't you a villager here? How could you have such skills. Heh, it turns out that you are not simple."

Zhao Lang narrowed his eyes, "It's you, Chen Xing."

Fortunately, Chen Xing didn't bother to pretend, and directly tore off the disguise mask on his face, and straightened his back that was deliberately bent.

"So what if it's me?"

Zhao Lang sneered.

No wonder they and the police searched for so many days and couldn't find anyone. It turned out that he had already lurked among them.

too.

If a villain like him has no ability and ability to protect himself, how can he be found by that guy?

What he didn't understand was that he had been pretending for so long, how could he show such a tell tonight?
However, Chen Xing suddenly showed a weird smile, and glanced at a certain place unconsciously.

Zhao Lang instantly caught this subconscious movement and followed his gaze.

There was darkness between the sky and the earth, but a faint red light flashed in the direction he was looking at.

But that direction is where Jiang Li lives.

Zhao Lang's heart sank, and he subconsciously wanted to turn around and run over, but Chen Xing took out the modified silencer gun from his arms.

"Want to save her? No way, everyone in your village will apologize for my brothers tonight!"

The gunshot rang out, but Zhao Lang dodged again, and the bullet brushed his cuff.

Chen Xing's eyes widened in disbelief, "Why, how did this happen?"

How could anyone dodge such a fast gun at such close range? !
Who is this Zhao Lang? !
Zhao Lang jumped behind him, knocked out the gun in his arms, and locked his throat with his arm.

His long and narrow eyes were filled with frost at this moment, revealing a dark light like hell.

"I have experienced the feeling of death six times. I am more sensitive to death than anyone else. Do you really think you can kill me with this broken gun?"

Chen Xing struggled desperately, but the man held his throat tightly like a god of death, and refused to let go.

Gradually, he lost consciousness.

At the critical moment, Zhao Lang saw the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, and seemed to think of something, the cruelty in his eyes gradually receded, and the arm that was strangling Chen Xing slowly loosened.

Chen Xing suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Zhao Lang clenched his fists tightly, his fingertips were almost embedded in the flesh, and then he calmed down a little.

The red light in the sky became stronger again.

"Damn!"

Knowing that he couldn't delay any longer, he quickly moved his wrist, put away the gun in Chen Xing's arms, and ran towards the thatched cottage on the other side of the mountain while calling the police.

But the phone has no signal at all.

Helpless, he could only grit his teeth and speed up.

By the time he arrived, the entire thatched cottage had been completely engulfed in flames.

"Jiang Li! Jiang Yan! Are you in there?"

Zhao Lang shouted eagerly outside.

However, there was no response at all.

The house was still burning. Since it was on the back of the mountain, almost all the people in the village gathered around the outermost cable. No one knew that the house was burning like a purgatory.

Zhao Lang covered his mouth and nose, put his wet clothes on his body, and rushed inside.

It was only then that all the vents were nailed down, including the doors and windows.

One can imagine how dire the situation inside was.

Without thinking too much, Zhao Lang slammed his fist on the door frame. The door frame shook, but was still firmly nailed in place.

Zhao Lang gritted his teeth and slammed his fists on it, knowing that the back of his hand was scratched by the wood chips and the flesh and blood flew across, the door frame finally broke a hole.

More flames scrambled out.

After struggling to put out the fire at the door, he barely stepped into the house.

There was thick smoke billowing inside, and it was impossible to see anything clearly. After only a few seconds, the tears were already choking.

"Jiang Li, Jiang, Jiang Li, cough cough"

Zhao Lang called Jiang Li's name while searching as much as possible.

Fortunately, this thatched hut is not big, and he found Jiang Li passed out by the water tank not long after.

Zhao Lang anxiously put his finger under her nose, fortunately, although the breathing was weak, it was still there.

Without thinking too much, he quickly put the person on his back and carried it out.

After briefly checking her wounds, he found that there was nothing serious except for a few burns on her arms, so Zhao Lang breathed a sigh of relief and tried to wake her up.

"Jiang Li, wake up, can you hear me? Wake up."

Jiang Li moved quickly, slowly opened his eyes and coughed violently.

Her vision gradually became clearer, and she saw Zhao Lang whose face was covered in dust and even a piece of his hair was burned off.

The other party showed a happy smile and then excitedly embraced her into his arms.

"Great, you're fine!"

Jiang Li coughed violently, raised his hand with difficulty and patted Zhao Lang's back, and then let out an extremely hoarse voice.

"Zhao, Zhao Lang."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"Jiang, Jiang Yan." Jiang Li coughed again, then weakly raised his finger and pointed to the house, "Jiang Yan is still inside."

　Jiang Yan: Go for your love, don't worry about my life
　　
　
(End of this chapter)