"I can't laugh, I can't run, or they'll have to ignore me......" Ding Fan stood there as quiet as a virgin, comforting himself in his heart.

Standing in this hall, although the extravagant music in the distance kept ringing, the air here began to be filled with a murderous aura.

They were eight or nine meters away, and Luo Yaliu stood up, clapped his palms easily, glanced at Ding Fan, and said in a gloomy and calm tone: "Brothers, give me a good greeting and greet him, what's mine." ”

From his tone, Ding Fan understood that people were not afraid of the public security police, but that this guy had done a lot of big things, and he didn't care at all.

Seven or eight ruffians on the other side walked towards this direction. These people are loose and crooked, and they exude the smell of professional fighting.

When he was about to arrive, Ding Fan grabbed out the shiny handcuffs, raised his head slowly, and warned coldly word by word: "Listen, the police are handling the case, stop!"

He identified himself as a policeman, and these people instantly slowed down their pace, looked at each other, and some people talked to each other, Ding Fan thought calmly in his heart, turned around and walked towards the steps.

"him, him, I'll carry something!" Bucktooth shouted loudly, his tone was unquestionable, and he had already rushed forward in the lead.

Now that it is clear that this guy is Ding Fan who is here alone to investigate the case, if it was put in the past, Luo Yaliu would definitely discuss it with the big landlord, whether to do this thing or not, but he has already beaten Chen Beishan into a vegetative person, once he falls into the legal net, he will have to be sentenced to a heavy sentence, in that case, it is better to do nothing and do it endlessly, and directly kill this guy.

On the floor, a group of chaotic footsteps were moving here, and they arrived in front of him in an instant, Ding Fan silently thought in his heart: "Three, two, one!" suddenly turned around and sprinted, jumped up towards the stairs, stepped up three or four steps, and then ran slowly.

When he ran about five or six meters, he didn't look back, took out a bunch of things from his pocket, and threw them on the ground, only to hear a loud bang.

"Catch him, astigmatism, and carry me to the roof in a moment. Bucktooth Six ran ahead, his long hair fluttering, and a pair of eyes on the high bridge of his nose were even more terrifying, and he shouted quietly.

As soon as he heard that he had even arranged a place to dispose of his body after he was killed, Ding Fan couldn't help shouting: "You dare!"

It was not so much a warning as a warning in his voice, but a hint of fear and regret in his voice.

Bao Yajun didn't know when he had an extra nunchuck, holding it with one hand, he climbed up slowly, Ding Fan was two to three meters in front of him, as long as he took two more steps, he could catch this policeman who didn't know what to do.

"Boy, stop!" he took a sharp step, and the moment he looked at the position of the steps, he shouted loudly, but he seemed to see something rolling in the afterglow, and secretly screamed in his heart.

But this worry in his heart didn't even take a second, and he had already figured out what was under his feet.

To be precise, he didn't know what it was now, but he stepped on something on the soles of his feet, which seemed to be several round objects, slippery, and his left foot had been stepped on, and when his right foot tried to stabilize his body's center of gravity, his body fell heavily towards the steps.

He cursed "mongrel" in his heart, slapped one hand on the steps, his face was still falling, the nunchucks in his hand were not thrown out, and the clenched fingers were cushioned on the steps, and the sharp pain in his heart was instantaneous.

"Kill him, kill him. Bucktooth Six pressed the steps, and when he stood up tenaciously, he saw Ding Fan continuing to throw things down in his hand, and the person had already stood at the door of the second floor.

Behind Bucktooth Six, seven or eight brothers fell to the ground one after another, and all kinds of curses rang out non-stop.

These people have fought everything, and it is common for them to fall to the ground, but this time they were defenseless, and they screamed in pain one by one, but once they understood that they were played by Ding Fan, a tiger energy that was not afraid of pain came up, and they all cautiously walked up to the side.

"Mud horse, isn't it over if you go to the side?" Bucktooth Six held the nunchucks in his hand, put on a desperate posture at any time, muttered quietly, and was telling the brothers to be excited, as soon as he turned around, a smug smile suddenly appeared on his ugly face:

Those experienced ruffians, although their brains are not good, but they are ruthless, after finding out that it is soybeans, one by one the roots of the teeth of hatred hurt, while walking while lifting their feet, and then stomping down, that is, soybeans slide down again, as long as they stop and move, see and then step, they can't slip at all.

When they regrouped and climbed up the stairs full of resentment, seeing that there were still two or three meters left, Ding Fan, who was hiding next to the handrail, kicked something over with his foot, pulled the black plastic bag he was wearing in a hurry, and announced loudly: "Come on, openly attack the police, the crime will be added to the first degree, and if you don't get out, the crime will be added to the first degree." ”

In fact, Luo Yaliu was already standing in front of him, in view of this, Ding Fan took a step back, leaned back with his right hand, grabbed a five-four pistol and pulled it out violently, and the other hand seemed to be tugging on it, and the pistol made a crisp loading sound.

"Don't move, Bao Yajun, believe it or not, I'll shoot your dog's head!" Ding Fan stood on the corner of the wall, put his fingers on the pistol to protect his eyes, held it steadily, and carried out the last warning before shooting according to the law.

The guys behind Bao Yajun were all outlaws, looking at the pistol, although they slowed down, they all hid on the side of the stairs at once, and the astigmatism thug whispered in a trembling voice: "He's just alone, nothing special." ”

It's okay not to listen to this, after hearing this, there was a trace of shock in Ding Fan's firm confidence just now, but his eyes kept watching Bucktooth Six's face, and Bucktooth Six's expression changed.

He will see that although this guy is a little frightened in his heart, he is definitely a ruthless stubble who is not even afraid of guns.

Listening to only a few "bangs", Luo Yaliu took a false step, and he had already calculated the position he would only see with Ding Fan, as long as he rushed to the changing stage, even if Ding Fan cut off his leg with one shot, he could still do it on Ding Fan's vital parts with a stick.

But his thoughts seem to be precautionary!

"You dare!" Ding Fan finished speaking, seeing that his hind feet were forced, his body tilted sharply, and he kicked him in the face.

When he flew out and felt the soles of his feet hit Bucktooth Six's nose, Ding Fan was ecstatic: "It's good to have you." ”

Bucktooth Six felt that his eyes were dark, and his body slid backwards, and the nunchucks in his hands fell to the ground, and one hand instinctively grabbed the handrail of the stairs next to him.

After a few tosses, he finally stopped, and then looked up sharply.

Ding Fan made another kick in the face at him, and then his footwork suddenly changed, and he gently kicked the ten-liter plastic bucket on the ground, and warned: "Come on, come on, come up, you're all done." As he spoke, he shook the gun in his hand.

The plastic barrel was dirty, there were a lot of oil stains on the outside, and there was only one steam word on the damaged trademark, and the back was worn out and couldn't be seen clearly.

"It's going to explode, what's the ......" The astigmatism thug in the middle of the crowd happened to see the words on the plastic bucket, and after thinking for less than two seconds, he cried out in a lost voice.

Bao Yajun's nose was bleeding, his uncomfortable brain was buzzing, he touched it a few times, but it still bled nonstop, and when he heard that something was going to explode, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Bucktooth, this police officer has already prepared it for you, three punches to crook your elephant's trunk, one kick to smash your big fangs, now I don't have time to deal with you, wait until I'm done to clean you up, this bucket of things, you give me a good look." Ding Fan slowly got up from the corner of the wall, patted the dust on his clothes, and said naturally, as if nothing had happened, or he didn't take this group of brainless scoundrels in his eyes at all, pushed the door and walked towards the door on the second floor opposite.

Almost at the same time, the door opened, Zhang Zhiwen's hairless head shook in front of his eyes, and then a gray and expressionless face.

Ding Fan picked up the gun in his hand, looked at Zhang Zhiwen, and then at the pistol, and said to himself: "Well, this thing is still good!"

He killed two birds with one stone, warning Zhang Zhiwen that he came with a real guy, and if he didn't work, he would be injured and killed, in addition, he had already thought in his heart, so close to the big landlord, once he started to move, the pistol has a unique structure, it is definitely not a piece of scrap iron, holding the gun body, the gun handle hits people, it is definitely a big killer.

In addition, most people are naturally afraid of this thing, as long as they pick it up, even if the crosshair or some parts hang on the other party, it is enough to bear.

In those days, the police used pistols to subdue gangsters, and most of them did not need to shoot, but just picked them up and smashed them, which has long been a well-known fact among criminals.

"Sixth, go out, a few of you go to work, let's open a song hall, do you hear it?" Zhang Zhiwen let Ding Fan in, stood at the door, like a fierce god, waved his hand expressionlessly.

The intention of what he said was obvious: Bucktooth Six left quickly, and the remaining brothers who committed minor crimes were waiting outside, and they would meet this kid who dared to go deep into the tiger's den first.

Ding Fan entered this spacious suite, and immediately swept around the interior layout, high windowsills, sofas in two rows, high-end solid wood coffee tables, a few boxes of imported cigarettes scattered on it, and on the wide leather sofa in the middle, there was still a shallow mark that Zhang Zhiwen had just pressed out, and he couldn't help but be firm in his heart: "This is to salute first and then soldier, bah, it is to threaten first and then do it." ”

He stood and thought quickly, and said very casually: "Let's stop talking nonsense, Zhang Zhiwen, today I came to find you, a big landlord and a small landlord, and your brother Zhang Zhixin is suspected of making trouble and killing people, hand over the people to me, your affairs can be delayed for a few days, and you can be chic for a while, how about it?"

"What, what, what, what, brother, what do you mean? You Director Ma are my friends. Zhang Zhiwen naturally sat on the sofa, and the moment he sat down, he suddenly felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart, although he didn't think about it, he still said casually.

Ding Fan has been listening at the door and inside the door since he entered the song hall.

After analyzing all of Ding Fan's performances, he felt that this guy was different from other policemen, not afraid of death, treacherous, not afraid of things, and there was an indescribable feeling, he had thought of at least four or five plans, and was ready to compete with him.