Genius commoner

Chapter 571
Another evening, the sky finally drizzled.

The ghost king who came out of the Huanyue criminal investigation team picked up a cigar, leaned on the seat and blew out a puff of smoke, and then waved away from the disgusted criminal investigation team. Huanyue was in turmoil, so he invited him to talk to the criminal investigation team again, hoping that he would trust the police and consider the society, and not lead his subordinates to make trouble.

The tone and words are the same, but this time the person in the conversation was replaced by the deputy director, and the ghost king wanted to show some face, so he stayed in the criminal investigation team for about an hour, and finally gave the police a leeway to find the murderer and bring him to justice within three days. Fa, to explain to the dead Uncle Nan and Uncle Shan, Hutchison will not use quack methods to resolve the grievances, otherwise they will pursue it to the end.

After leaving this sentence, the ghost king left with dozens of subordinates.

The car was driving slowly in the rain, and the water flowed down from the roof of the car, leaving traces on the window. Looking at the messy lines, the ghost king felt that his thoughts were the same, with indescribable confusion and depression , He has not figured out who did it until now, Nanbo and Uncle Shan have already washed their hands, and it would be a great risk to kill them by black hands.

Once someone finds out, it is tantamount to going against the entire Huanyueji Dao. There are rules in the Dao. If a big boss who withdraws from the arena stabs himself three times and loses [-]% of his wealth, he will wash his hands in a golden basin, and all grievances and grievances will disappear. Those who have grievances are not allowed to do anything, and all hatred will be borne by the society. This is the rule set by the entire Jidao, and those who violate it are regarded as public enemies.

Therefore, killing them who wash their hands in the golden basin not only has no benefit at all, but also brings huge risks. It is impossible to attack the association by killing them. Without the operation of Hutchison, the only role is to vote for each boss when he takes office, but elections are held every five years.

campaign,,,

The Ghost Head King, who was thinking about it, was startled suddenly, and then he thought that Nanbo and Uncle Shan were his supporters, and it was their strong support that allowed him to win his current position. Achievement, the ghost king muttered to himself: "Could it be that someone wants to mess up the club and take the opportunity to jump over the gang rules to get the upper hand? To seek the greatest benefit?"

When this thought rose, Guitou Wang had another guess in his mind. He regarded Wulianhui and Ye Gong as suspect forces. Wulianhui would be due to Chen Tiance, and Ye Gong had a grudge against taking money and not doing anything. There is also the possibility of wanting to replace him with a superior, Guitou Wang exhaled a long breath, and smiled wryly: "It's not easy to be the boss these days."

With the sound of a collision, the Hutchison convoy driving slowly on the street suddenly braked. The ghost king who was catching something leaned forward and looked up. The convoy was at the intersection, and it was the rush hour for work. There are people returning home everywhere, men in suits and leather shoes, women in high heels, and students with schoolbags, coming and going in a hurry.

The ghost king said lightly: "What's going on?"

"The road is a bit slippery, the brakes are not urgent, and I accidentally knocked down a vegetable vendor, but it was just a light touch."

The first car in front responded quickly and uploaded the image to the on-board video. The ghost king sat up straight and scanned the front, and saw a woman in her 30s lying on the ground, clutching her thigh and moaning, scattered around her. With a cart full of vegetables, she was surrounded by a dozen well-meaning people, chirping and accusing the driver of driving recklessly and hitting someone.

Others picked up cellphones to call the police.

Guitou Wang relaxed a lot, waved his hand and issued an order: "Give her 1 yuan and leave! Hurry back to the main hall!"

When more than a dozen Heji elites got out of the car door to drive away pedestrians blocking the road, several well-meaning people suddenly lowered their umbrellas, forming a circle to block the approaching Heji elites, and also to cover the sight of the latter, Guitou Wang frowned. Wrinkled, then glanced at the other person's shoes, and instantly found a strange phenomenon, the passerby's shoes were of the same style, and they had the same umbrella.

The ghost head king shouted: "Stand back!"

He Ji Jingrui, who was about to push the umbrella away, couldn't stop his face from changing when he heard the shout, and retreated subconsciously, but he was half a beat behind, and saw the front of the umbrella burst into fire, stabbing himself in the chest like a spear gun. A muffled sound exploded in an instant, and the specially-made sharp arrows shot into their bodies with momentum, and streams of blood bloomed, strangling their vitality.

More than a dozen Hutchison elites screamed and fell to the ground, clutching their chests with unwillingness on their faces. They obviously did not expect to be killed like this. The rest of the members were furious when they saw this, and kicked the car door to kill the attacker. At this moment, More than a dozen passers-by lowered their umbrellas, pulled out a long and narrow iron rod from the umbrella tube, it was black and sharp, exuding an indescribable killing intent.

Their eyes were bright red, and they rushed towards the convoy holding iron rods. One of the Hutchison bodyguards rushing forward, before he could raise his gun, was pierced into his torso by several pitch-black iron rods. When he got down, another companion rushed over and kicked the two attackers away, but he was also stabbed in the waist by an iron rod, dripping blood and excruciating pain.

Later, he also fell in a pool of blood during the siege, with many fatal wounds on his body.

Passers-by around screamed when they saw this, and threw away their umbrellas to disperse. Without these shelters, the field of vision suddenly became wider.

The attackers, more than 30 people, some of them came from behind.

The ghost head king looked at the video without opening the car window. After the warning, he calmed down and watched the scene in front of him silently.

The black iron rod is very lethal. Not only is it narrow and long, it has a distance advantage, but the tip is also extremely sharp. It is similar to stabbing tofu on the body. Moreover, these people act in a tacit understanding. After a few penetrations, the six Heji elite stabs who drew the guns were knocked to the ground. , The blood spurted out like a fountain, floating on the car body, and sprayed in mid-air, making this intersection bloody.

However, the bodyguards who can follow the Ghost King's side are not useless. They are better than these attackers in terms of skill and courage. In order to avoid the opponent's charge and protect the ghost king, Bai Shuangshuang directed the car to move out of position: "Get out."

She was going to let the Ghost Head King leave first.

At the same time, they raised the guns in their hands and pulled the trigger mercilessly. The bullets poured down like rain, and the eight attackers who rushed over fell to the ground like birds with broken wings. The iron rod was released, but he lost the strength of the last fight. More than a dozen attackers behind him fell down one after another to avoid the bullets. The scene was chaotic.

"Boss, go first!"

Bai Shuangshuang, who was protecting the ghost king, fired two bullets. The two attackers were unable to dodge, and a blood hole appeared in their abdomen. A screaming assailant slid over with an iron rod in his hand, wiping the wet floor, his movements were very fast, and his fighting spirit was very strong.

He held the iron rod and wanted to stab Bai Shuangshuang who was blocking the way, but Bai Shuangshuang dodged sideways, and then he took out a dagger with his backhand and stabbed it. The knife directly stabbed the attacker's waist, and a large pool of blood spurted out. , Bai Shuangshuang resisted the opponent and rushed forward for several steps, stirring vigorously with the knife, blood flowed down the thigh and all over the floor.

The man's head was resting on Bai Shuangshuang's shoulder, his eyes seemed to protrude from their sockets, and blood was flowing from his mouth.

The ghost head king looked at the surrounding environment, smiled faintly, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Bai Shuangshuang still didn't forget to shoot three shots, killing the two people to clear the way for the ghost king's car. With the efforts of the surviving Heji elites, the ghost king's car quickly deflected and left from the screaming crowd. Bai Shuangshuang backed up a few steps, turned around and jumped out after throwing away the empty gun, quickly jumped into a car, stepped on the accelerator and followed, at an extremely fast speed.

"Bai Shuangshuang, Bai Shuangshuang, why can't I call you?"

At this time, Bai Shuangshuang's cell phone rang, and he picked it up to answer it, and Ji Ge yelled in his ear: "I have something to ask the boss, why no one answered? What happened?"

Bai Shuangshuang said in a low voice: "We are on Taibai [-]rd Road, we have been attacked..."

"What? Attacked? Someone attacked the boss. If he doesn't want to live, hack them to death."

Brother Ji roared, and then his voice sank: "The other party came prepared, and there are risks on the way, so you immediately take the boss to the funeral parlor, there are more than 100 brothers here."

"I can protect you, hurry up!"

Bai Shuangshuang nodded: "Okay."

Almost as Ghost King's car left, a black car whizzed by not far from the center of the incident, with the window down, revealing half of Ye Zixuan's face.

He pulled the blue-clothed youth beside him, tilted his head and smiled slightly: "Are they all your companions?"

The young man in blue with only four fingers covered in blood nodded half-deadly: "Yes."

Ye Zixuan said lightly: "It seems that the Chen family is really playing a big game of chess."

(End of this chapter)