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Supreme Psychic Power - Chapter [-] Mid-Autumn Festival Fireworks Show

Holding a toothpick in his mouth, Wang Sen turned the sleeves of the clothes over and over again, and finally he found a clue. There was a dark trace of clothes on the upper middle part of the sleeves, where the armbands were sewn, and some kind of The weapons are very similar.Wang Sen asked Peng Wei to take the pencil and traced along the edge of the dark clothing marks. A cross mark appeared, like a cross, but it was a little different. Which two weapons were the crosses?

Wang Sen tried to make a cross frame in the center and extended it in two directions. The last abstract logo appeared in front of him, which was a cross of an ax and a Peter the Great sword. An abbreviated sign in Russian, after Wang Sen read it, sweat dripped from his brow, "Are you sure this dress was torn from those bastards?"

"That's right." Peng Wei said confidently. Wang Sen wiped his sweat and sighed, "The black hands behind the scenes finally showed their feet. This time, it's not some gangsters who are fighting you this time, but the Tomahawk Organization. This ax and sword It's their logo!"

"However, I don't understand, a little Song Zichu, how could the Tomahawk organization lend him someone? And isn't the Tomahawk an alliance with us? Why would he openly oppose us? Brother, is there something else in it? reason?"

Wang Sen smiled and patted Peng Wei on the shoulder, "Don't be naive, boy, are we allies with Tomahawk? It's better to say that Tang Zihao and I are good friends. Whether it's Ivan or Boris, they are friends with me The purpose is to use me, and after they get what they want, they will turn their guns on us. I have seen this kind of thing a lot.”

Peng Wei scratched his head, he didn't want these heart-wrenching intrigues, this kind of technical work should be done by you, the boss, I only care about the war.

"Something is not good!" Wang Sen rested his chin on his hand and looked at the logo of the battle ax for 10 minutes. Finally, he sighed, "Go and make preparations first. Armaments will find Su Ya. She can get it."

From Wang Sen's tone, Peng Wei heard a clue, it seems that Wang Sen is going to use the knife this time.

Liu Neng is reporting his investigation results to Wang Sen. He also knows that this investigation was specially prepared by Wang Sen to investigate him, so he is very careful. In the filing of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, he found out the land ownership of this community. The author is a Harbin native named Liu An. After spending [-] million yuan to buy this core land in the southeast district of Fengzhou City, he handed it over to a company called Hongdu Real Estate for development, and the legal representative of this real estate is Song Ziyou, who was hurt by the old scar and lost his little jj.

"Liu An?" Wang Sen thinks the name sounds familiar, but he is not in the mood to think about him now. There must be an explanation for what happened today. As the most powerful gangster in Fengzhou City, Wang Sen is about to be transformed into an international gangster by himself. The mercenaries are about to get rid of the big boss of the ax gang called the gangsters. Naturally, they want to show their teeth to those little bastards. These bastards, if they don’t go to the house for three days, this will let you see what is formal The gangsters, what is stormy revenge!

With Wang Sen's order, Ma Yong quickly summoned more than 1000 members of the Ax Gang, each of whom brought their own guy. This was Wang Sen's order. He knew that the group of guys under Song Zichu were not ordinary gangsters at all, but It is the power developed by the Tomahawk Organization in Harbin City, but if you dare to come to Fengzhou to pretend to be a master, let you taste my fist of Wang Sen!Is Toyosu something you can come to whenever you want?

Song Zichu led two hundred underworld gangsters and stood on a high slope of the waste treatment plant in the east of the city. It was getting dark, and a large number of people in black uniforms came from a distance, more and more, and finally The hillside in front of them is full.

The number of people on the other side continued to increase. Cars full of gangsters stopped one after another and unloaded countless men in black. Now the number of people on the other side has exceeded 1000!Song Zichu tossed his flowing long hair, and his heart began to beat.

"Show them all out, and don't be cowardly to anyone later, do you hear me?" Song Zichu shouted sternly, and the younger brothers under him also trembled a little. It's not that they haven't fought with 1000 people before, but the premise is that they Fang has 2000 people.

However, judging from the opponent's posture, it didn't look like he was fighting with real swords and guns. Instead, he began to retreat after giving an order, and finally gave up an open space. Song Zichu was confused by their move. What did they do? What are you going to do?There are so many kerosene barrels lit, don't you want to have a bonfire party?

What happened next made them even more confused. It seemed that it was really for the bonfire party. The enemy moved boxes of goods from a ten-wheel da truck and placed them next to the kerosene barrels. Inside came out round and round things that looked like marinated bacon?What are you doing!

More than 100 strong and strong men came out from the opposite side. Each of them held a round object in their hands and a torch in the other hand. The diesel on the torch was burning, billowing black smoke, and following the wind Blowing towards him, Song Zichu choked so hard that he coughed.

"Get ready!" Wang Sen raised the small red flag high and waved it downwards. These strong men quickly lit the round thing and threw it towards Song Zichu and the others with all their strength!

A large black smoky thing flew in the sky, and it exploded when it hit the ground. The deafening sound made Song Zichu's ears buzz. He finally recognized what this round thing was. A kind of firecracker called "marizi" made of hemp paper. Although this kind of thing is a firecracker, it is extremely powerful. Sometimes it can even blow up an iron pan. At present, my brain is no harder than an iron pan .

"Get ready, let go!" The first wave of bombs was over, and the second wave followed immediately. Countless mari seeds fell overwhelmingly, blasting Song Zichu's position into flames, and the sound of the collective explosion of the mari seeds was almost louder. The thunder in the clear sky was even louder. Under the combination of sound and light, the whole area was billowing with gunpowder smoke and blazing fire. At first glance, I thought I was filming a movie.

"Next is the fireworks for the Mid-Autumn Festival!" Mariezi's attack finally ended, and then Wang Sen prepared a wonderful fireworks show for them. A firework bomb with colorful rays of light flew over obliquely, and exploded in the crowd, changing into various brilliance. The explosion made everyone on fire, jumping around like a big horse monkey, and begged Song Zichu, "Second brother! Run, or the brothers will be roasted if they are not killed!"

"Retreat!" Song Zichu finally recovered his senses, extinguished the flames on his body, turned around and ran behind, but within two steps, he was stopped by the crowd rushing up behind him.

Peng Wei led the remaining 1000 people to copy over from behind. They were all young men in their 20s with short cut hair and fierce looks on their faces.This group of people can be regarded as the elite inside the Ax Gang, and Peng Wei gave them a death order: kill!Don't leave any of them, if something goes wrong, just run to northern Myanmar, anyway, you will go sooner or later.

Peng Wei ordered that although these ax gang members were a little upset, they resolutely carried out the task for Wang Sen's sake.When Song Zichu's men rushed over, Peng Wei was the first to rush forward, and stabbed fiercely with a one-foot-long three-edged scraper in his hand, opening a hole the size of a coin in the enemy's stomach, causing pain. He fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding wound, with a terrified expression on his face.

"Boy, I'll let you see what happened to my Kokang security forces!" Peng Wei waved his hand, and the remaining five soldiers stabbed like tigers in a herd of sheep. Throat: Catch the opponent's lifeline, slap their foreheads backwards with the palm, the sharpened blade brushes the throat, push back, and the person falls to the ground and dies.

The six of them were like six murderous demon kings who had escaped from hell. They chased the group of Tomahawk boys and fled in all directions. With folded arms, he watched these six people slaughter more than 200 people coldly.

Seeing the people around him disappearing one by one, Song Zichu struggled to his left and right, desperately pushing his subordinates forward to resist Peng Wei who was rushing towards him like a hungry wolf. In the end, he withered, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Please let go!" Let me go, the person you died last night, I am willing to pay a high price for compensation, and I don’t want that bastard Qin Xiao, please let me go! I don’t want to die!”

"I'll kill you, and I'll pay you compensation!" Peng Wei pulled his braids and raised his dagger high.

"Slow!" Wang Sen yelled, and took a few steps to knock down the dagger in Peng Wei's hand, "Don't kill this person yet."

"Why?" Peng Wei's eyes were red, "I've killed dozens of people, and I'm not missing one of them! Brother, get out of the way, let me dig out this bastard's heart to pay homage to my dead Brother Ke Nong !"

Wang Sen tightly held Peng Wei's blood-stained hand, staring at his eyes, "Peng Wei, don't be dazzled by hatred, you have already avenged your brothers, this man It's just a pawn, and it won't help if you kill him, so put him back and catch a big fish from him. Do you understand what I said? What we are facing is not a little Song Zichu, but It's the huge Tomahawk organization behind him. Calm down!"

Peng Wei lowered his raised hand slowly, squatted on the ground and began to cry. Wang Sen glanced at him with complicated emotions, sighed, and kicked Song Zichu, who had softened into a puddle of mud, "I'll let you go today." , but for my brother's death, you have to pay some compensation, what did you just say?"