Tianzihao Xiaobailian

For a moment, Lie Yan Qi almost thought that he heard it wrong.

After he realized that the answer he had heard was correct, he began to think that this absurd uncle of the Huangfu family who called him a buddy had made a mistake.

Hit it?

"**."

Even the expressionless No. [-] member of the Flame Troop of the Huangfu family swallowed subconsciously and cursed when he confirmed this fact.

Those fucking people in front of them are densely packed, alive, just bumping into them like that?

The underworld also has its own rules, this blood-stained circle intertwined with blood and darkness, robbing money, food, and women, using knives and guns to play with contacts, conspiracy, intrigue, and generally can't escape the rules of winners and losers. There is a real blood feud, killing people to see blood, but it is just a means to win.

But what is this young head of the royal family doing?

Directly command the convoy, use these iron guys to hit living people, and start a war without saying anything?

Why didn't both parties get off the car and fight with each other tacitly?

The world is so fucking crazy.

Lie Yan No. [-] cursed, and swallowed with some difficulty, as if he was a little uncertain, he asked again: "Crash over?"

"Collide."

Wang Fuxing said bluntly, in a very calm tone. When he said this, he had already fastened his seat belt. After pulling it casually, he emphasized his tone and said with a soft smile, "Everyone was killed!"

The dark side of Lie Yan No. [-]'s heart burst out instantly.

He himself was not a good man or a believer, and the devil in his heart was suddenly completely released following Wang Fuxing's domineering and ruthless order.

Holding the expensive steering wheel that may only be held once in this life, No. [-]'s face is also a little distorted, looking at the crowd who are getting closer and closer to the convoy.

Slam on the gas pedal!

With a low-key appearance and luxurious luxury, the Rolls-Royce of the Silver Spirit series, which gives people a sense of gentleness and elegance in almost any occasion, turns into a ferocious beast in an instant!

The engine roars and roars!

Speed ​​up, speed up!

The revolution counter and the mileage counter jump up crazily together, and the former is getting faster and faster in the process of rising and falling!

Sixty miles, eighty miles, breaking a hundred!

Rolls-Royce rushed into the square in an instant, crashing into the dense crowd who had already shown their blades.

Behind the Rolls-Royce, rows of Audi A6L accelerated at the same time.

Turbocharged engines vary in height and momentum!

The crowd who were still waiting to fight the legendary Wang Shao looked at each other in blank dismay.

Final chaos!

The square has an open terrain, and there are almost no obstacles on the stone-paved ground except for a small fountain square in the center that is spraying water jets upwards.

This is indeed a good place to fight. Using these peripheral non-core personnel to consume the main force of the Wang family, the abacus of the Bamboo Union Gang is already cracking.

But who would have thought that the young man who was called a lunatic would do crazy acts that challenged the limit of people's imagination again?

Dozens of vehicles blatantly rushed into the crowd.

The accelerator has been stepped on to the bottom, and there is no slowdown!

The wide front of the Rolls-Royce pushed forward against the crowd.

Dozens of a6ls behind them frantically turned the steering wheel the moment they hit someone, changed the angle of the body, and let the rear cars rush into this bloody hell at the first moment. Even if two cars collide occasionally, there will inevitably be a collision in the middle. Mixed with the corpses of peripheral members of the Bamboo Union Gang.

Everyone in the Wang family's eyes were red, and they rolled forward with the wheels, looking at the blood-red automatic wipers on the glass in front of them, looking at the job in front of them, and everyone was in a surreal state.

This feeling is like playing bumper cars that can collide unscrupulously in an amusement park.

It's like playing a violent game where you can ram pedestrians and buildings at will!

The black car body was instantly smeared with a layer of coquettish and mournful blood!

Flesh and blood flew all over the place, and the shrill and desperate screams sounded uninterrupted.

Dozens of Audis and a Rolls-Royce unscrupulously crushed and rammed the crowd.

Everyone is fantasizing about becoming the big brother who controls black rights, but which little guy, in a rush, isn't his life thinner than paper?

The fountain in the center of the square is still flying water droplets, beautiful under the neon lights.

But the square is full of horrible scenes full of extreme crime and blood!

This is not fighting, this is not snatching for profit.

This is naked massacre!

The Wang family, Wang Fuxing, who has never fallen but is getting bigger and bigger in the strong wind and rain, has fully expressed his attitude.

Hurry and kill!

Don't talk about the slightest sympathy.

The real killing and killing, cruel and merciless!

devil!

At the back of the square, on the top floor of the Bamboo Union Gang building, the gangsters who witnessed this tragedy all had trembling legs, their faces were pale, and the urge to urinate in their bladders became heavier and heavier.

"Wang Fuxing is bewitched, and the entire Wang family is bewitched. They are not human! This group of inhuman bastards, they should be shot ten times, no, a hundred times!"

Sun Mozhu, the person in charge of the Huating branch of the Bamboo Union Gang, said in horror, his whole body trembling violently with his tone, trembling, the scene downstairs, almost, no, definitely, it must be the most cruel and evil he has ever seen in his life picture!

Almost incomplete bodies, corpses that have been crushed countless times into pieces, pools of blood and brains, endless screams of despair, vehicles stained with thick blood and debris Meaty German car.

The water column on the fountain square is still clear.

But in Sun Mozhu's eyes, this scene that was worse than hell made him surprisingly not angry.

He just wanted to cry, so scared that he wanted to cry.

He told himself over and over again in his heart that this was not true, but the screams pierced through the air, through the glass, and pierced directly into his ears, like sharp knives, almost breaking his spirit .

"I...I withdraw from this operation, I want to go back to Taiwan, and I will never set foot on the mainland again."

A big brother from the Taiwan Tiandao League could no longer find any trace of blood on his face, and his eyes were extremely frightened.

After all, he is not stupid, as long as in such a huge celestial dynasty, there must be a government behind him who dares to act like this and is still alive.

It's not only the Wang family's intention to drive these outsiders out of Huating, or even out of the south, it may even be the government's intention.

No matter what, he didn't want to play anymore, and he didn't dare to play anymore.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a ruthless man who was nearly 1.8 meters tall and weighed nearly [-] catties kept backing away, and finally crouched on the ground with his head in his arms, crying.

This is a kind of mental pressure that can torture people to collapse or even scare to death.

Human life is in front of them, like ants in front of the roaring Audi cars.

This is too exaggerated.

But this picture appeared in everyone's eyes extremely realistically.

The crying man stood up suddenly, stumbled and ran downstairs, muttering to himself, trying to escape.

"Oh!"

A gunshot rang out suddenly.

With his arms trembling violently, Sun Mozhu took out his gun, and shot directly through the back of the opponent's head.

The eldest brothers in the room looked at each other in dismay. In extreme panic, they just watched the body of the person in charge of the Tiandao League fall to the ground, and even lost the ability to think.

"No one, no one is allowed to escape! People who support us will come, I believe, believe me, they will come, we will not die, victory is ours, and Huating is ours!"

Sun Mozhu raised the gun and roared, the muzzle of the gun was upward, and he unconsciously pulled the trigger. The gunfire kept ringing, and the recoil made his palm numb.

On the square ahead.

The sound gradually subsided.

Hundreds of people scattered like birds and beasts, leaving corpses and blood all over the place.

The front end is just a slightly deformed Rolls-Royce inside.

Lie Yan No. [-]'s body was also trembling, with fear, excitement, completely different emotions, almost suffering from schizophrenia.

Wang Fuxing silently unbuttoned his seat belt, looked at the car window completely covered by blood, sighed, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath.

Huangfu Fusheng, who had closed his eyes since the vehicle re-entered the square, was silent for a long time before taking a deep breath, his face was also pale, and he muttered to himself: "There will be retribution."

"Retribution? I gave them a chance. If they don't leave or cooperate, they will stay and wait to die. I will suffer retribution if I don't kill them."

Wang Fuxing said with a sneer on his face, and took another puff of the cigarette, which was enough to show that his heart was also not at peace: "I think it over, no matter what the attitude of the higher-ups is towards the Wang family, at least it will be as good as you say, old man." As I said, no matter how many people I kill today, nothing will happen. If I really want to settle the matter, I will have to wait at least decades later. I have no ability to grasp how the game of chess will end, who will win and who will lose. , so I can only take another risk, but I don’t want to think about things after so long.”

Wang Fuxing paused for a moment, then said firmly and indifferently: "But tonight, I will conquer Huating! It doesn't matter how many people die."

Huangfu Fusheng felt chills all over his body, Wang Fuxing at this moment was even more crazy than Wang Canglan back then!

Is there a hero in the Wang family?

But what he did tonight was really the work of a hero?

Wang Fuxing took a deep breath, grabbed the pitch-black frenzy that was put aside, and asked jokingly, "Old man, get out of the car and have a look?"

Huangfu Fusheng shook his head unsurprisingly, and refused.

Wang Fuxing took a deep breath again, and muttered to himself: "You don't understand, you don't understand, the current situation of the Wang family, I can't help but be ruthless, if I want to live, I am destined to die a lot of people, but I still I want to live, to live very well.”

He sighed and opened the door.

Viscous blood dripped from the roof of the car and landed on his blood-stained white suit.

There is sticky blood under the feet.

This night, I really stepped on the top of the corpse's bones.

Wang Fuxing stepped on the blood, walked slowly, and finally stood at the fountain in the center of the square.

Looking up, looking at the clear water column, holding the frenzied tide, in a daze.

Behind them, the Audi cars kept opening.

The Wang family's considerable main force gathered behind Wang Fuxing.

The square was full of flesh and blood, and the car continued to drive on a rampage, even driving a little unsteadily.

Wang Fuxing waved his hand and said quietly: "Surround the cars on the roadside of the square and form a row. The larger the area, the better."

Maybe someone will come after a while.

Now that Wang Fuxing had gotten off the car, he had to ensure the safety of the square, at least to prevent his opponents from driving like crazy and crushing the main force of the Wang family.

In Huating tonight, the whole city is under martial law.

Zhang Guolin, Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, Mayor Liu Weiguo, and Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, Chen Hualou, who have just taken office in Huating, have shown courage in direct proportion to their level, but Wang Fuxing will not naively think that the government will support them unconditionally Own.

It doesn't matter how many people die tonight to solve the grievances and grievances accumulated in the underground society of Huating for many years at once, but the government may not mind how many people the enemy kills themselves.

The driver of the Wang family moved quickly.

In less than 5 minutes, dozens of Audis lined up horizontally on the road. If you want to enter the square, you can only walk now.

On the street behind, the headlights came on again.

The vehicles that appeared in Huating, especially at this location at this time, certainly could not be ordinary people.

More than a dozen buses are approaching the square.

Approach the building.

Wang Fuxing looked up at the drops of water in front of him, and whispered to himself, "I want to win. I want to live, and the Wang family also wants to live."

More than a dozen buses stopped outside the square.

The large crowd all jumped out of the car.

At the same time, inside the Bamboo Union Building, a large number of core personnel also went downstairs and entered the square.

The foul smell of blood in the air made people sick.

A young and handsome man led a large group of people into the square, frowning firmly, looking at the shocking blood and corpses on the ground, the look of horror in his eyes flashed away.

The hundreds of people who were originally imposing behind him were also silent.

A large number of people gradually approached back and forth, surrounding Wang Fuxing and the main force of the Wang family he brought.

Sun Mozhu's Zhulian Gang, and Hong Kong and Taiwan underworld.

Chris personally led the main force of the mafia that was originally used to help Wang Fuxing deal with God and the chariot organization.

Attack the Wang family back and forth.

The scene was quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on the ordinary figure standing on the steps, looking at the water column of the fountain, with a complicated heart.

Wang Fuxing, who didn't know what he was thinking about, turned around, squinted his eyes, looked at Chris with a livid face, smiled slightly, and said lightly: "You are late, if you come earlier, maybe you will see a It's a great show."

The corner of Chris's mouth twitched violently. He took a deep look at Wang Fuxing, turned his head, and looked at the pale-faced Sun Mozhu and a group of Hong Kong and Taiwan gangsters behind him. He took a deep breath and bowed suddenly.

The standard ninety-degree bow.

The proud heir of the Connor family of the mafia straightened his body, stared at Sun Mozhu with burning eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Sorry, I'm late."

At that moment, Sun Mozhu, who had scolded Chris bloody, but did not beg for mercy from the Wang family because of the order of the Rothschild family, was suddenly moved, and his eyes were moist.

What a touching picture.

Wang Fuxing's calm voice sounded again, still facing Chris, he said with a faint smile, "Are you late? Are you in a hurry? Then how about I give you a ride?"

He stands on the steps.

Back to the fountain water column.

Slowly pulled out the pitch-black frenzy in his hand, squinted his eyes, and ordered softly.

"kill!"

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