Do You Have Any Objections?
"Uncle Ying, what should we do now?" The lean A Jing looked at the 'old man' in the gang in front of him.
Mountain Eagle rubbed his thin face. "Go, call Local Security Bureau and tell him that there was a murder case at Jude Tower."
"Let the power of Undercity intervene and see if we, 'Flower Shirt', can be saved."
A Jing glanced at him. "What if I can't keep it?"
Then he shook his head, he knew the answer.
Mountain Eagle left with the others with a gloomy face.
A Jing took out his mobile phone to call the resident hotline, but the line was busy. He could only pull over one of his subordinates. "Go to the Local Security Bureau right away, go quickly!"
Jude Tower.
Mountain Eagle When he came here, he saw that the door of the restaurant was blocked by an RV converted from a truck.
An unknown object hit a huge gap on the second floor. There were two rows of figures standing on the wooden corridor, both holding weapons in their hands and looking at the people below expressionlessly.
Lying on the ground were more than a dozen corpses of men wearing Flower Shirt. Some were fallen to death, some were stabbed to death, and some were shot in the head with sniper rifles.
Now the outside of the restaurant is surrounded by Flower Shirt's gang members. Hundreds of gang members have surrounded Jude Tower and blocked the street where the restaurant is located.
"Wow, what a huge battle. I haven't seen such a lively scene in how many years. It's a pity that they are all a bunch of rubbish. They are not useful."
A young voice sounded, but his tone was particularly arrogant.
The crowd parted, and a group of men in black suits walked in. They all had guns in their hands, and some even carried Rocket launcher.
The man walking at the front had a baby face, biting a toothpick, and looked cynical.
'Corpse Dog', Yang Hao!
Mountain Eagle snorted from his nostrils, "Yang is still crazy at this time. Do you know that Master Qi was killed?"
Yang Hao spat out the toothpick in his mouth. "People always have to die. Master Qi is not a god. If you die, you will die."
"Anyway, he should have enjoyed these years, and he didn't die unjustly, haha."
"What did you say!"
"Young man named Yang, do you still have the seventh master in your eyes?"
"Quickly apologize to Master Qi!"
Next to Mountain Eagle, all Flower Shirt backbones pointed at Yang Hao and yelled.
Yang Hao smiled, took a rifle from the men next to him, and fired a hail of bullets at the feet of those people, making everyone move back except Mountain Eagle.
Yang Hao said with a sly smile, "Uncle Ying, you are more experienced. Unlike these trash, you will be scared to death after a few bullets." "You have so much courage, you still want to say it's not mine?"
"Trash!"
I was scolded for a while, but no one said anything.
Mountain Eagle then smoothed things over. "Okay, don't let people outside see the joke."
Then he raised his head, looked towards the building and shouted, "I,'Flower Shirt'Mountain Eagle."
"Yang Hao and I are here, just tell us if you have any questions!"
Someone in the building cleared his throat, followed by a burst of laughter, and a man wearing a Daoist bun walked out.
"You two gentlemen, our husbands have invited you."
Yang Hao raised his head and said with a smile, "Then you should move the car. The gate is blocked, how can we get in?"
The Daoist priest had a smile on his face, "Look what Mr. Yang said, this little thing can't trouble you two. Please."
Yang Hao chuckled and glanced at Mountain Eagle: "How about you invite me first, Uncle Ying?"
Mountain Eagle knew that he was afraid of an ambush inside, so he snorted, "Now do you know that elders and younger ones are inferior to each other?"
"What are you talking about? I have always respected you, Uncle Ying." Yang Hao said with a smile.
Mountain Eagle closed his eyes, exerted all his strength, took a few steps and jumped onto the roof of the RV, then stepped hard and arrived at the wooden fence on the second floor of the restaurant, standing in the corridor.
Yang Hao whistled and clapped his hands, then put his hands in his trouser pockets and followed Mountain Eagle's example and jumped up to the second floor of the restaurant.
The man wearing a Daoist bun led the way and led the two people into the interior of the restaurant. The hall in front of the stage on the second floor was in a mess, with tables and chairs falling to the ground and fruits scattered everywhere.
Mountain Eagle As soon as he came in, he saw Lei Qi's two women huddled in the corner, crying until their makeup was gone.
Then I saw a small mecha nearly four meters tall standing on the stage. The mecha was all red, and its face was hideous like an evil ghost.
Lei Qi's body was lying next to the mecha, and his blood had dyed the floor of the stage black and red.
Sitting at the edge of the stage was a man with messy black hair and a pair of red eyes filled with evil aura. There was a rhinoceros-skin-covered knife lying casually by his feet, and another one lying across his legs.
Although he was mentally prepared, Mountain Eagle still took a breath when he saw this person.
Yang Hao walking behind asked softly, "Is this the red ghost you are talking about?"
Mountain Eagle nodded slightly, and then saw one person standing on each side of the stage.
One is his 'old acquaintance', 'Iron Horse' Guan Peng.
The other man had a rough face, one arm, and a long knife in his hand. But standing there, he gave people a very unpleasant feeling. Mountain Eagle had a headache.
This one-armed man and Guan Peng alone can suppress himself and Yang Hao.
Also, that Daoist bun is not easy to mess with.
The most difficult person to offend is naturally the young man named "Red Ghost" sitting on the stage.
Mountain Eagle couldn't help but frown, why haven't Local Security Bureau's people come yet?
At this time.
The young man on the stage spoke, "Lei Qi is dead."
"From now on, 'Flower Shirt' is following me."
Two simple sentences decided the future path of 'Flower Shirt'.
Yang Hao and Mountain Eagle were both stunned for a moment, simply not used to the 'red ghost'.
Then the baby face burst out laughing, "Do you think you are playing house?"
"Master Qi is dead, 'Flower Shirt' is yours?"
"You have to ask hundreds of brothers of 'Flower Shirt' for their opinions..."
Just then.
He saw the figure on the stage move.
Like a dragonfly touching water, it suddenly moved in front of you without any warning.
Then the light of the sword was like Hidden Dragon coming out of a stream, breaking out of its sheath, making a clang sound, outlining a large arc in the dim half-space of the restaurant hall, following a natural trajectory, and slashed towards Yang Hao.
In an instant, Yang Hao's eyes widened, and he saw Primal Energy turned into an overturned angry sea by the light of the knife.
The angry tide overturned and swept away thousands of miles.
Along with the sharp arc of the sword, it slashed down. The majestic pressure made Yang Hao unable to speak even a single word. He could only roar, slipped out a pair of walking sticks from his sleeves, and staggered to defend against the enemy.
Bang!
When the swords and sticks collided, the harsh sound could be heard clearly even by people outside the building.
Mountain Eagle, who was closest to Yang Hao in the building, almost thought a grenade was exploding next to him. Both the collision of Great Sound and the burst of light were so bright and dazzling.
Then I saw Yang Hao, who had always been outspoken, half-kneeling on the ground, with two crutches broken into four parts, one arm broken at the shoulder level, and lying in a pool of blood.
But there was no blood on the long knife that cut off Yang Hao's arm.
Yang Hao's expression was distorted, and the red eyes of the 'Red Ghost' looked like they were surging with blood.
Yang Hao, who has always been famous for being crazy, is now quiet, even his breathing has been deliberately suppressed.
I'm afraid it will disturb the God of Slaughter in front of me.
Looking at the man nicknamed 'Corpse Dog', Luo Yan asked softly, "Do you still have any opinions?"