City Marshal

After Mo Yunfeng instructed the Mo family children to deal with the matter, the whole person seemed a bit dazed. Maybe it was because he was too old or did not have a good rest last night. For the first time, the old man Mo felt mentally and mentally haggard, and he kept coughing, which made the Mo family worry The heart rose to the throat again, for fear that the old man would be so sad that there would be no leader among the dragons.

Although the weather is sunny and sunny today, the Mohists feel chilly.

The four masters of the Mohist family were supposed to rush back to Taipei yesterday afternoon, but because of some mistakes in the mission, they didn’t solve their goals until dusk. Then they heard about the shocking changes in the Mohist family. They were shocked and drove to Taipei with all their strength, wanting to come back early to serve Mo Yunfeng. To solve problems, I also want to see what the rampant handsome army looks like.

The top master Mo Yun Mo Wu died in Hainan, and two groups of the Mo family's backbone were killed in Qianlong Garden. In addition to the accident that happened yesterday, the four masters of the Mo family knew that there were not many people Mo Yunfeng could rely on now, except in Kaohsiung. Of the Mohists who performed the task, only the four masters of the Mohist could take on the great task.

There has always been no fear of masters, because they are good shooters.

At the same time, they also brought back two boxes of arms. Although Mo Yunfeng heard that Shuaijun didn't use guns to deal with them, for the sake of safety and caution and the plan to counterattack Shuaijun, he still asked the four masters of the Mo family to bring back dozens of guns from other cities. A short gun and more than a dozen submachine guns, ready to use these weapons as the Mohist's trump card.

Near ten o'clock, two black cars drove into the suburbs of Taipei.

At the intersection, two vans blocked the road in front of them. The four masters of the Mo family, who were shocked, immediately took out their short guns, but it seemed that the other party did not want to give the four masters of the Mo family a chance to breathe and fight back. The black car just braked suddenly. More than a dozen big men rushed out of the van, their faces half covered with black cloth.

Everyone pointed their miniature submachine guns at the people in the car and started shooting.

Now there are more than a dozen people shooting with micro-chargers, but the four masters of the Mo family know that if they just rush towards the dozen or so big men, the people in the car may be beaten before they reach the other side. It has become a beehive, because the opponent's marksmanship and tacit understanding have reached the point of perfection.

It doesn't work even if you get off the car, the current location is a relatively narrow hill.

The road is a bit like a winding mountain road, with a straight hillside on one side and deep bushes on the other. Who knows what will happen if you jump from here.

At this time, everyone in the car was yelling at the enemy for being cunning, for placing the ambush in such a place where there is no shit, so that there is no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth.

Several Mohist disciples tried to get out of the car to fight back, but they were shot into honeycombs as soon as they got out.

Although the four outstanding marksmanship of the Mohist school is as good as magic bullets, facing the never-ending bullets, let alone shooting back, they can't show their heads. When they feel the gunshots stop and want to rush out, several submachine guns are already on the ground. Their foreheads and the short guns in their hands were quickly unloaded.

Those subordinates who followed them were beaten into honeycombs, and they lay motionless in the car beyond recognition.

"Four masters of the Mo family? That's all!"

The four masters of the Mo family followed the voice and looked over. The leader had the stature of a soldier and the sharpness of a martial arts expert. His voice was not high, but his background was full. Domineering and majestic: "If it weren't for this batch of arms, you might be able to live longer."

The last of the Four Heroes was young and energetic, and when Nameless Nie opened his mouth, he raised his right hand quickly.

It's just that when his shoulders shrugged, Nameless Nie, who caught his movement, showed sarcasm, his left hand trembled without warning, and the triangular army stab shot into his shoulder like a shooting star, and then pierced out from behind without any suspense. His blood spattered, he fell to the ground with no suspenseful howl, and his entire arm was crippled.

The night is as black as splashed ink, and the ink cloud wind is cold from the bottom of my heart to the top of my head.

When his subordinates reported the return of the four masters of the Mo family, the old head was as happy as the New Year, but his excitement only stayed for two or three seconds, because what caught his eyes were two cars that had been beaten into a honeycomb shape, and the bulletproof glass was broken Connected into several large pieces, the car was piled with bloody corpses and the four masters of the Mohist family whose limbs had been cut off.

Rao has been in the rivers and lakes for half his life, and he has never seen such a vicious look in his eyes.

The eyes of the half-dead masters of the Mo family almost all protruded and stared at Mo Yunfeng like a dead fish. No one can describe the grief and anger contained in Da's eyes. Although Mo Yunfeng has seen countless dead people since his debut, he has also killed countless people. People, but at this moment, I still feel a chill rising rapidly from under my feet.

Even the palms holding the crutches were sweating coldly, and the Mohist children couldn't help vomiting. At the same time, they couldn't help but admire Mo Yunfeng, because Mo Yunfeng was able to look directly into the eyes of the four masters of the Mohist family. Then he swung his cane in half a circle and swept across the heads of the four masters of the Mo family, spattering patches of blood.

Sometimes, death is a kind of pleasure and relief!Ending the lives of the four masters of the Mo family with his own hands, Mo Yunfeng was more than ten years old. He looked up at the sunny sky and roared. The Mohist disciples around were also infected with grief and indignation, and at the same time, unspeakable fear and sadness welled up in their hearts.

It's the end of the road, I'm afraid it's the same!After the sadness and emotions were over, Mo Yunfeng told the Mohists: "Go buy ten sets of coffins, collect all the corpses of the brothers, and then send 200 million yuan to each orphan and widowed mother for emergency, and the pension will be delivered after a while." In their hands, alas, I cannot escape the blame for the Mo family's fall into this situation!"

Several Mohist disciples nodded and replied in unison: "Understood!"

When they got into the car to pick out the coffin, a famous Mohist leader approached Mo Yunfeng and said in a low voice, "Patriarch, Shuai Jun is like a crazy dog ​​now, completely disregarding the rules of the world and using all means, we are afraid to fight him!" It’s not worth it, or else, just accept the conditions they proposed yesterday!”

"Stay neutral and compensate [-] million?"

The corners of Mo Yunfeng's mouth curled up in anger, and he leaned on his crutches and said heavily, "He killed our brothers and feet and made us bow our heads? If it spreads, there is still a place for our Mo family to gain a foothold? What about the lives of my own son, nephew and brothers? Hundreds of children What about their lives? Is it just like this, let them become unjust souls who have died?"

"How can I, Mo Yunfeng, submit to such a shameless trick by the despicable Chutian?"

"What the head of the family said is very true. We will not only tear Shuai Jun's shameless deeds apart, but also bloodbath Qianlong Garden in the future!"

The leader of the Mo family was filled with righteous indignation when he saw the wind and the rudder, and turned his conversation to cater to Mo Yunfeng: "Patriarch, I am willing to lead people to guard the Mo mansion tonight, and if the handsome army dares to attack, he will never come back!"

Mo Yunfeng nodded in praise and said: "We all share the same hatred, and we will surely overcome the difficulties!"

The head of the Mohist family nodded on the surface and agreed that the Patriarch was willing to fight to the death, but in his heart he couldn't help cursing Mo Yunfeng for being a foolish, selfish ghost, face is just a cloud compared to his life, and Mo Yunfeng's young blood has been exhausted, so he would Po Can Po Wai led the Mo family's children to fight Shuai Jun to the end.

Grandma's!It seems that Laozi is going to leave the Mo family tonight.

The head of the Mohist family felt resentful, and at the same time took out a cigarette and hid in the corner of the Mo House to smoke. Just when the smell of tobacco soothed his nerves, without warning, a big hand grabbed the headman's hair with great force. Pulling back, the Mohist leader's head instantly tilted back.

His head was almost perpendicular to the wall, like a rooster waiting to be slaughtered!Before he could react, the icy blade flickered past his raised neck like a gust of wind, the Mohist leader's eyes widened so wide that they almost fell out of their sockets, he struggled desperately and even wanted to deflect head, but the elbows on his back were like mountains, pressing him tightly against the wall.

His struggling strength, in front of that elbow, seemed so ridiculous and weak.

Tian Yangsheng's facial features shone with a metallic luster, his eyes had the majesty of indifference to life, the head of the Mohist school could not make a sound, his throat was like a fountain, and the blood splashed out one after another seemed to be boiling magma, It's more like a waterfall flying straight down, rushing down the wall like a wild ocean.

Not long after, the Mohist leader died in grief and indignation.

He never thought that the enemy would dare to kill him 50 meters away from the Mo family. Tian Yangsheng clapped his hands expressionlessly, and quickly climbed into the wall next door. The artillery was killed, put into a coffin under Chu Tian's order, and sent back to Mo's house by the shop staff.

Mo Yunfeng numbly asked people to open the coffin. In addition to the bloody corpses of the Mohist children, there was also a paper inscribed by Chu Tian, ​​which showed endless murderous intentions through the back of the paper: 47 handsome soldiers will meet with the Patriarch to hunt Mofu later in the evening !In less than two days, more than a hundred people of the Mo family died without even touching the skin of the handsome army. The invisible enemy is the most terrifying. The determination of the Mo family children to fight together to the death began to show a gap. Rao Mo Yun Feng hosted a banquet to reward them, and everyone just bowed their heads and drank the wine, not daring to swear allegiance to the death.

Near ten o'clock in the evening, many Mohists left secretly.

At this time, Chu Tian was looking up at the dark night sky, and sighed softly: "Wu Zui, I will use the Mo family to sacrifice our children first, and I will use the blood of thousands of Mo family children to wash away our shame."