A straight blood mark was drawn from the Feiteng Building to the entrance of the alley two hundred meters away. More than a dozen members of the Speed ​​Party followed behind wildly and shouted: "Fei! Fly! Fly!" Time was too fast, and they were left behind in a moment.

When he reached the corner, Liao Xuebing pulled the front of the vehicle and used the tilt body to offset the centrifugal force. His speed did not decrease at all. His body, which had a huge broken tail, flipped up. In an instant, he thought that he had really flew. It was not good to be flying a kite, at least he would not be hurt by scratching the ground. But at only 0:00 a.m., it fell back to the ground and hit the trash can on the side of the road, and the bones almost fell apart.

Time never stopped, as if it was like a horse that passed through the gap, it was fleeting. Countless thoughts in the mind of the dead tail turned wild, and finally concentrated on the word "pain". The whole body was painful, and it was unimaginable. I don't know if my lower body was polished and still there? He didn't dare to look at it, but only knew to pull the rope desperately. The speed was too fast, the cold wind cut the skin, and the eyes couldn't open it. After passing the 74th ancient black railway lamp pole on Qinglong Street, the pain suddenly disappeared, and the dead tail was fainted.

Lao Liao stopped the car and cut the rope, spitted, and cursed, "Damn it, I can't even last half a street. I still dare to learn from people who claim to be the Four King Kongs and take hostages? It's three o'clock in the morning, and the temperature is minus four degrees. If you can survive until dawn, you'll be lucky." Jumped into the car and continue to head towards the Xuanwu Street Rehabilitation Hospital. A person who lost a lot of blood and had his clothes worn out was a myth to hold him overnight in a cold night. Lao Liao's action is equivalent to announcing his death penalty.

I never expected that the clay pot would break from the well, and I would encounter a tiger when I went up the mountain. Moreover, this tiger was definitely not a New Year tiger! At the intersection of Qinglong Street and Qiufurong Road, a 12-wheeled heavy truck suddenly rushed out, 18-meter heavy truck crossing the middle. The main road of Qinglong Street is only 18 meters, and next to it is a protective flowerbed railing. Time is less than fifty meters away from the heavy truck.

At this time, Liao Youning, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up, turned over and sat up. When he touched the empty quilt beside him, he felt inexplicably palpitations: "Where is brother? He hasn't gone to sleepwalking, right?"

Liao Xuebing cursed, grabbed the clutch with his left hand in an emergency, and at the same time he pulled the front brake with his right hand and stepped on the rear brake. At the high speed, the tire suddenly stopped rotating, but could not resist the huge inertia effect, and it overturned, and the vehicle body kept rotating and sliding on the ground at a speed of 180 yards per hour, passing through the heavy truck chassis.

In this moment, Liao Xuebing was also thrown away and bounced onto the wall of the heavy truck's car. With a bang, he bumped into his internal organs and rolled, and his eyes were full of stars. It was really not something that ordinary people could bear. At such a fast speed, the result of flying out was basically no different from the collision of a car. He sprayed out a mouthful of blood and fell back to the ground. The bones on his right hand had been broken.

The heavy truck was used successfully enough that it was a premeditated plan. Lao Liao really wanted to faint, but the situation was unclear. The strong enemy was still beside him. He took a deep breath and forced himself to get up, suppressing the feeling of nausea. He pulled out the Desert Eagle with his left hand and didn't look at it. He shot two shots at the cab. He was seriously injured and was unable to maintain his usual state. He was numb by the Desert Eagle's recoil and secretly scolded the car Shenqiu for why he had to make such a fast car, which made him fall into trouble for eight lifetimes.

At this time, a black shadow suddenly appeared on the roof of the car, and a man jumped down from above and threw Lao Liao down. In less than a few seconds, the man had already crawled out of the cab to the roof to carry out a sneak attack. His reaction was really terrifying. The gravity acceleration from more than four meters high brought his own weight of more than one hundred kilograms. It was very fierce. Liao Xuebing caught him off guard. He didn't even tell whether the other party was a human, a demon, a man, a woman, a child, or a child. He was thrown forward and the two rolled down at the same time.

In this way, Lao Liao's sick and disabled body could not support it. The broken bones on his right arm rubbed and collided with each other, and knocked on the fragile brain pain nervous system over and over again. He scolded in his heart: "Obisrachi! I'll lose your mother! Grandma, a bear! My mother is so happy! Xu Hao's car is so slow, he hasn't arrived for so long!"

In a hurry, he smashed the gun with a gun, swearing to smash the shameful guy's head into a big watermelon. The man was very surprised, and he exclaimed, stretched out his palm and went straight to grab the gun. Except for the dead ghost named Xie in Shurachang, no one could fight against Liao Xuebing head-on. Although his injury caused his strength to decline, the man was still hit hard by the gun with a heavy blow to the back of his hand.

He seemed to be a capable man, and his elbow of the other hand hit Lao Liao's chin upwards. Close-up fighting emphasizes strength, speed and eyesight. The man's movements perfectly combined three requirements. Lao Liao fainted and almost bitten off his tongue. Not willing to be outdone, he smashed it down with a gun. The man avoided sideways, and did not dare to underestimate the enemy's carelessness. He grabbed his five fingers and pecked at the fragile part of Lao Liao's inner vein door. The desert eagle flew out of his hand.

The two men then separated and looked at each other hostilely.

This man is tall, at least 1.9 meters above 1.9 meters. He wears a mask to cover most of his face. He only sees sword eyebrows entering his temples, his slender eyes exuding a cold breath. He is wearing a leather jacket and his feet are extremely lethal. He is wearing a pointed leather shoe with metal inlaid. He is kicked by this kind of leather shoe.

It's similar to stabbing with a knife.

"The 800,000 Imperial Guards instructor?" Liao Xuebing asked, and the man didn't even speak, kicking him over, carrying a hint of cold wind, like thunder and lightning. Old Liao had not recovered from the impact just now, and had no choice but to be kicked, and he was lying on the ground with a dirt face covering his belly. This time he was so ugly that he would be a big shot.

"You are right. I am Lin Yu. You have been working hard for more than ten years and it will be disintegrated by you in a moment. You will suffer a little." The man's voice was hoarse, like the noise made by a chainsaw cutting the iron plate. I thought it was pretending on purpose.

Lao Liao squirted out another mouthful of blood and said with a wry smile: "You are Lin Yu, you can do something. It's a great deal to set up traps. No wonder so many people are afraid of you."

"It's also easier for you to die clearly. I've paid attention to you five or six years ago. Your fighting skills are good. I've always wanted to play a trick with you. Now it seems that I'm a little tender. I've all relied on the Desert Eagle Land back then? If you have time to practice your hands and feet, you won't die so quickly."

If it weren't for the collision of 180 yards per hour, Liao Xuebing wouldn't have been so embarrassed. He stood up staggeringly, wiped off his mouth and nose and said with a smile: "Is that right? I really want to see how Teacher Lin deals with me, Gao Yanei."

Lin Yu pulled out a silver dagger, and a deep blood groove was opened at the blade. There were sharp barbs on both sides. It was extremely scary in his hand. He said coldly: "It's time to kill you seven transparent holes. I will revenge my grudges and don't like others bullying my little brother."

Speaking of which, the salesman Xu Hao, who was waiting for Lao Liao, had just rushed out of Alley No. 61 when he suddenly remembered something and stopped the car and said, "No matter whether he is a kite or not, there is a midnight snack stall specializing in buying wontons on Zimu Huan Road that tastes good. Let's fill in our stomachs and then go to find trouble for Banyaqiang. Anyway, he can't escape the net of heaven and earth arranged by the soldiers." A group of people drove forward, rushing towards Zimu Huan Road.

Ban Yaqiang and Chen Diansi were taken by Zhu Xiang to a basement with bloody and strong smell of urine. This wise man who was well dressed in the shopping mall during the day suddenly returned to his original rogue temperament when Qian Jiashun was founded. He sat upright on a simple wooden chair and asked coldly: "I won't say much nonsense. You Yew have been making a fortune in recent years. Where are the money hidden? You can still leave a way out. If you don't say it, I don't care about that little money. I'll send you back to heaven."

The basement is only about twenty square meters, the space is cramped, the lights are dim, and the brown blood on the wall is radioactive. Several iron buckles are cast to fix the hands and feet. Banya Qiang and Chen Diansi were pulled apart, forming a large character with iron chains on it.

A brazier in front of me makes the basement heating temperature very comfortable, but there are red-hot iron tongs on it. Needless to say, you can know what it is used for, which is a scary thing.

"Say, or not?" Zhu Xiang guessed that the Yew company made a fortune, and it was so fat that it had been so fat in recent years. Since it had already taken action, it was unreasonable to not get some benefits. After getting the money, it was divided into three parts, one part Qian Jiashun, one part Speed ​​Party, and one part Jia Chaoyang, and everyone was happy.

Banyaqiang has been in vain for many years. He knew that as long as he said it, he would die, so he might as well last a few more days. Perhaps a miracle might not happen. He smiled and said with a slut: "We don't have any money, we are all filial to Jia Chaoyang." He secretly hated Jia Chaoyang for having taken money for so many years and still wanted to kill himself. These officials are much more poisonous than the underworld.

Zhu Xiang greeted his subordinates: "Let's talk about it first."

Flashes of crazy howling almost pierced the earth's crust, triggering a magnitude 8.5 earthquake in Richter.

Zhu Xiang waved away the burnt smell that filled the basement: "Are you still unwilling to say it?"

Ban Yaqiang shook his head firmly: "Saying no means no..."

Zhu Xiang stood up and walked out, putting a sentence: "Whip, stick, soldering iron, toothpick, tiger bench, chili water, all you can do, let him die in three days, I will eat a bowl of dumplings first."

Ban Yaqiang shouted: "My boss is back, he will avenge us. Qian Jiashun, the Speed ​​Party, what is the police? You kill me immediately if you have the will."

"Lin Yu?" Zhu Xiang stopped.

"He called me an hour ago, hehe, hehe!"

Zhu Xiang stopped his subordinates who were executing: "Let him down."

Ban Yaqiang was able to breathe, drank a bowl of water, smoked a cigarette, and regained his spirits slightly, sneering: "The boss has not shown up since he killed that young man two years ago. He has always been like this, and his whereabouts are uncertain. We don't know where he is. But just after looting the candlelight bar on Zhuque Street, he suddenly called me at two o'clock in the middle of the night."

"What did you say?"
Chapter completed!