Rebooting the Peak Years of 1985

Chapter 391 The Collapse of the Thief

He was confused. He had never felt such fighting power before, and fear could not be restrained from rising in his heart.

But he was also ruthless. He touched the weapon on his leg again, ready to kill the opponent with cold blood.

Snap, this time it was not Xu Xi who fired, but Dilong who shot the weapon that Zhang Ziqiang had just taken out and knocked it to the ground.

Then he stepped on Zhang Ziqiang's hand, looked down at him and said disdainfully: "Go on, I want to see how many weapons and cards you have today."

As he spoke, he stepped on his face again, firmly pressing Zhang Ziqiang's face to the ground.

"Kill me if you dare, kill me if you dare!"

Zhang Ziqiang was heartbroken, yelling and struggling like crazy.

But his size is no match for the earth dragon, and he cannot move at all if he is stepped on.

However, he also touched the grenade and pulled out the fuse instantly, his expression became ferocious.

"Hehehe, hehehe, die together, I will drag you to die together."

Zhang Ziqiang's face was full of madness, he was holding the grenade, his eyes were full of madness.

Boom, what shocked him was that Dilong kicked his hand casually, and the grenade flew out of the window in front of his eyes.

Boom - An explosion sounded below, shaking the house slightly. The newly repaired glass on the window was shattered again and fell to the ground.

Zhang Ziqiang was dumbfounded and opened his mouth wide in despair.

He never expected that it would be so difficult to die together, even to be killed by a grenade.

He raised his head and saw Di Long's disdainful face, his eyes full of sarcasm, as if he was looking at a piece of garbage.

This deeply stimulated his heart, and it brought not madness and anger, but despair and helplessness.

Even if he was like this, he couldn't kill the other party, so what else could he do?
"It's gone?"

"Then close your eyes!"

Dilong said disdainfully, and kicked the opponent on the neck. Zhang Ziqiang's head tilted and he fainted.

Then he pulled the other person up and put him on his shoulders like a piece of cargo.

In the lobby on the first floor, Hu Jishu, Gan Yongqiang and other young men were squatting on the ground, holding their heads in their hands.

At this time, they also heard the sound of footsteps, and they all looked up cautiously, just in time to see Dilong holding a weapon in one hand and carrying the unconscious Zhang Ziqiang in the other, walking down in a swagger.

"Brother Qiang, what's wrong with Brother Qiang? What are you going to do with Brother Qiang?"

Hu Jishu asked excitedly, looking scared and worried.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

"Let Brother Qiang go, come at me if you have any questions."

Some loyal younger brothers were even more excited.

boom.

Ajie casually shot the gun on the ground and said indifferently: "Be honest, if you dare to move again, I will blow your heads off."

At this moment, all the younger brothers did not dare to talk anymore and lowered their heads one by one.

When they looked up again, Ajie and Dilong had already left the hall, and then they heard only the rumble of a car starting.

When everyone chased out, they could only see a car driving away, its taillights flashing in the dark night.

"Brother Qiang, which god and Buddha did you offend? It's so cruel and fierce."

"Who else can there be? It must be Chen Huajiang's subordinate of the Kunlun Group. Damn it, why are his subordinates so powerful? Why are they still touching him?"

"You are such an idiot. Brother Qiang has been captured, and you are still making a move."

Brothers, you look at me and I look at you, and you can see the fear and fear on each other's faces.

It was the next day, the same warehouse, the same environment, and the same people.

Even the washbasins were exactly the same. When Zhang Ziqiang was woken up by a basin of water, he specifically looked at the face plate on Er Mao's hand.

The porcelain basin is red and white, with red and pink peonies printed on it, which looks very festive.

"Chen Huajiang, what do you want?"

"It's up to you to kill or kill, but don't insult me ​​like this."

Zhang Ziqiang looked at Chen Huajiang who was smoking a cigarette and said through gritted teeth.

"beat."

Chen Huajiang waved his hand, and Er Mao led his younger brother forward, punching and kicking him again.

Zhang Ziqiang completely collapsed. These three days were like three reincarnations. Every time he came here, it was exactly the same.

No matter how hard he struggled, the outcome was exactly the same, and that feeling of powerlessness made him despair.

"Woooooooo, I was wrong, I was wrong."

"Don't fight, Boss Chen, don't fight. Please kill me, don't fight."

Zhang Ziqiang cried, holding his head in his hands while enduring the kicks and beatings from Er Mao and others, while wailing and breaking down and begging for mercy.

Chen Huajiang curled his lips disdainfully, why can't he bear it after only three days? With just this little knowledge?
After putting out the cigarette butt, Chen Huajiang turned around and walked out.

He is no longer interested in Zhang Ziqiang, the gangster of the century?Haha, it’s just this bit of quality and knowledge.

At this level, you want to kidnap him?Chen Huajiang was very uninterested for a while.

Er Mao opened his mouth. He wanted to ask Chen Huajiang for instructions on what to do.

But Chen Huajiang had already walked out of the warehouse. He thought for a while and said to his subordinates: "Fight for a quarter of an hour before we talk."

As he said this, he led his men to teach Zhang Ziqiang a lesson. This time, Zhang Ziqiang had an emotional breakdown and passed out in less than half the fight.

After playing for 15 minutes, Ermao and his men loaded Zhang Ziqiang into the van and threw him out in the same place.

This time Zhang Ziqiang woke up at the police station.

"Isn't this Zhang Ziqiang?"

"Fuck, this guy was beaten like this? Who did it?"

"He was responsible for the Jinpu case last time. Unfortunately, there is no evidence. Why didn't he be beaten to death? It can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people."

Zhang Ziqiang was sent to the police station. The policemen recognized him and gathered around curiously.

Soon Zhang Ziqiang woke up leisurely and looked around blankly. When he saw that he was in the police station, he burst into tears and cried.

The wails and howls of sadness made all the police officers look confused.

"Is the surveillance on? I didn't do anything."

"Are you trying to get into trouble? Then tell the lawyer that we were the one who did it?"

"Zhang Ziqiang, you are so cute. We haven't touched you. Don't even think about touching us."

The policemen were dumbfounded, and then their expressions changed, thinking that Zhang Ziqiang wanted to frame them.

But soon everyone breathed a sigh of relief, because the police station was under surveillance.

Zhang Ziqiang cried so sadly that he cried for more than ten minutes before he stopped crying.

Now he calmed down, and the police were finally able to take notes on him.

"What happened? Who hit you?"

A middle-aged policeman asked, without giving much hope.

Both of them knew that it was impossible for a gangster like Zhang Ziqiang to cooperate with the police.

"It's Chen Huajiang. Chen Huajiang sent people to beat me!"

However, to the consternation of the policemen, Zhang Ziqiang spoke and looked up at the policemen with a hopeful expression.

That appearance seemed to be begging them to help him decide and seek justice for him.

"I'm miserable..."

Zhang Ziqiang began to tell.

(End of this chapter)