District 9

In the Wang family compound.

After all the rituals before carrying the coffin out were completed, various firecrackers sounded. Wang Tiannan's nephew, dressed in mourning clothes and carrying a spiritual flag, walked at the front.

Xiaoqin cried until she fainted, and was supported all the way. Eight sturdy young men carried the coffin, walked slowly out of the Wang family courtyard, and stood on the steps to wait.

"The truck fell backwards and stuck to the steps... The umbrella holders were following closely. Don't let the coffin leak into the sun..." Mr. Yin Yang was running forward and backward to direct the scene, with foam flowing from the corners of his mouth. , my voice became hoarse.

The truck slowly backed up and stopped close to the door steps. Eight strong young men worked together to lift the coffin into the truck bed.

"Come on, young and old, please give way and let the lead car go out first...!" The people who were helping with the errands kept clapping their hands and shouting.

The entire street in front of the main entrance of the Wang Family Courtyard was almost blocked by people. Those who came to attend the funeral and watch the excitement gathered here. It was difficult for people inside to get out, and it was difficult for people outside to leave. In short, the scene was extremely chaotic.

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In the center of the Wang family compound, the clan leader heard the sound of firecrackers, and then raised his head and glanced towards the main entrance.

The person in charge stepped into the small courtyard and said softly: "Let's go, let's go."

After being silent for a long time with his hands behind his back, the clan leader frowned and said, "When it's all done, ask Zong Han to come to my place and I'll talk to him."

The person in charge was startled for a moment, then sighed and said, "If you don't look for him, I guess Zong Han will have to look for you too."

"Is there any movement?" the clan leader asked.

"Logically speaking, I shouldn't talk too much, but... if this matter is not handled well, it is indeed easy to cause problems." The person in charge slowly raised his head and whispered back: "Last night Zong Han called the other rooms People, and people from Xiaoqin’s mother’s family, have been talking in the room for a long time... I guess they can’t be nice anymore.”

The clan leader stood with his hands behind his back and said softly: "We need to study some external conflicts and divert the attention of these gangsters. Otherwise, it will be difficult to suppress the fighting in this nest."

"That's right."

"Let's make some noise when we enter Songjiang...!"

…

About three hundred meters to the east of the Wang family compound, above the iron tower of a small power plant, a burly young man was lying on the railing of the iron tower less than thirty centimeters wide, covering his body with a blackout cloth, his legs slightly Rushing outside, his feet shook slightly a few times.

The young man's left arm was placed slightly in front of his chin, and he set up the middle barrel of the TAC-55 high-precision sniper rifle. He held the gun handle with his right hand, tilted his head slightly to the right, squinted his left eye, and used his right eye to Looking at the 16x scope.

The clouds in the sky moved away, and the sun shone directly from above. The young man raised his head and revealed his face from under the shading cloth.

He is none other than someone who has experienced many battles in the area killing people and killing Buddhas!

He had been squatting here since early yesterday morning and had hardly moved for six or seven hours. He only moved his body slightly just now.

It's more than 20 degrees below zero outside. At this temperature, if a person spits on the iron fence, it will freeze into solid ice lumps in less than five minutes. Who knows what kind of endurance he has and how to withstand the cold during field battles? Abilities and methods.

The sun was shining brightly, and Li Zhan slowly moved the muzzle of his gun, aiming it at the center of the Wang family compound.

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In the courtyard.

The patriarch clasped his hands behind his back and said in a low voice: "When the election of the chief councilor is over, let's take advantage of the high-level political leaders in Songjiang to engage in the business of medicine first. Sooner or later, we will meet that little director, so why not come early and take care of him? The family’s attention is diverted….”

"Yes." The person in charge nodded and replied: "There have been some different voices in the family in recent years, which is indeed related to the fact that the life is too easy. After eating enough, drinking enough, it is just a matter of fighting in the nest."

"Get some food and some wine. I'll drink some." After the patriarch finished speaking, he was about to walk into the main building with his hands behind his back.

Outside the hospital, mourning music was playing loudly, and the funeral convoy had slowly started to move towards the cemetery. Thousands of people were moving together on the road, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

On the iron tower, Li Zhan licked his chapped lips and suddenly pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound exploded in the east.

Li Zhan stood up suddenly and put away his gun without even looking at the Wang family compound.

"puff!"

A flash of blood suddenly appeared in the Wang Family Courtyard. The patriarch, who was walking, suddenly swung to the left as if his head had been punched in the air, and blood spurted out in an instant.

"Tap!"

The impact of the clan leader's quilt made him take two steps to the left and fall to the ground with a thud.

"Old man!!!"

After the person in charge came to his senses, he ran to the clan leader with a pale face. When he lowered his head, he saw that half of his head was shattered, and the ground was covered with blood and white brain tissue.

"what sound?!"

Two people ran out of the building, one of them pulled his neck and shouted: "It sounds like a gun was fired to me."

The person in charge turned his head blankly, looked at them and stammered: "Old... master... master... was beaten to death."

The two turned around and looked at where the clan leader fell to the ground, their heads buzzing.

"Something big happened!!" The manager came to his senses and ran to the door in a panic, shouting: "Shoot, shoot, the old man has been shot!"

In fact, there was no need for the person in charge to shout, someone heard the gunfire right at the front door. This group of people from outside the area, including Lao Leizi, former soldiers, and all those who have done dirty work, it is impossible for them not to be able to distinguish the sound of gunshots and firecrackers.

"East, there's someone shooting from the east."

"What's going on? Did you hit the hospital?"

"...!"

When everyone was looking around, a call from the steward came from the courtyard: "The old man was shot, from a distance..."

Wang Zonghan was stunned for a moment, then turned around and ran towards the courtyard: "How is my dad? How is he?!"

Below the tower.

Li Zhan untied the zipline, picked up the sniper rifle, and ran as fast as he could in the direction he had taken before. He knew that if he only took one step slower, the hundreds of thousands of people around Dragon City would be able to chop him alive.

While running, Li Zhan took the walkie-talkie and said: "Dead."

"I just heard a gunshot. Are you sure he's dead?" the person on the intercom asked urgently.

"Should I use a second shot to hit him?!" Li Zhan said without any doubt: "He's dead."

"Then come back quickly!" the other party shouted.

…

Two minutes later.

Qin Yu saw Lao Li in the city, frowned and asked him, "What's going on?"

"The head of the Wang family is dead." Old Li said with his hands behind his back.

When Qin Yu heard this, he was instantly stunned.

"Wang Tiannan's death is just an appetizer for the fire. With the old man suppressing it, the two families will never get into trouble. But now that the fire has started, the time has come. Killing the patriarch is my grand finale." Lao Li pointed at Qin Yu and said He said in a pause: "Uncle, I took two batches of your goods and looked south. Your and my future...are coming."

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Two more minutes.

Wang Zongtang sat in the main hall of his house, frowning and said to Tianhui: "...For the sake of the third room, you have to follow the clan leader's arrangements and go to the district to accept the verdict."

Tianhui lowered his head: "Okay."

"How many years you can save your life depends on your luck." After Wang Zongtang sighed, he slumped down on the chair, as if he had no strength left.

"Bang!"

Just when the father and son were relatively silent, the 40-year-old second son unexpectedly ran in and said with a pale face: "Zongtang, the old man is gone!"

Wang Zongtang was startled: "What did you say?"

"The old man is dead. Just now, he was shot in the head from outside the courtyard and fell in the courtyard."

"Uh-huh!"

Wang Zongtang stood up suddenly: "Is it accurate?"

"It's absolutely true. All the funeral people over there saw it." The second child nodded.

After Wang Zongtang heard the sound, his eyes flashed with light, and he suddenly turned to look at Tianhui: "You don't have to go to the area, it's impossible to go back!"

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