Chapter 202: Yang Jiajun of L City!

At the critical moment, Yang Zihong traveled 200 kilometers and finally arrived, saving Wang Yi and being in trouble.

After the gunshot, Zhang Yuan was shot, and the car still rushed towards Zhang Yuan and Zhou Feng without slowing down.

"Damn!" Zhang Yuan scolded angrily, pulling Zhou Feng to the side in an instant.

"Squeak!"

The car drove in front of Wang Yi, the driver stepped on the brakes, and after the tire rubbed against the ground and made a screeching sound, he stopped steadily, followed by Yang Zihong, Xiaobai and two strong men who pushed the car door and walked down.

"Brother. Wang Yi looked at Yang Zihong who pushed the door down and raised his head and shouted.

"Get up, brother is taking you home. Yang Zihong frowned and glanced at Wang Yi's injury, and directly helped Wang Yi into the car.

"Stomp, stomp!"

At this time, a burst of footsteps sounded, and Cheng Bin and Li Feng led people to surround them directly, forming a circle shape to surround Yang Zihong and Xiaobai.

"Dude, where are you from, you speak so hard!" Li Feng asked Yang Zihong with a pistol.

"Nyima, Lao Tzu L City Yang Zihong. Yang Zihong was stunned and said generously, "I understand, I'm here to play with my life, if any of you think it's okay, take a step forward and I'll take a look." ”

"Nyima, the dog basket of L city comes to Z city crazy Nimana b. Wang Mingyang stepped forward directly and pointed at Yang Zihong and said, "I'll take a step forward and see what you can do to me!?"

Wang Mingyang was in a particularly bad mood, first his brother was shot in the chest, and now an arrogant and unseemly Yang Zihong jumped out, so Wang Mingyang was ready to rock.

At this moment, everyone has guns in their hands, but no one dares to shoot first, in the case of shooting at such a close range, a few people will definitely not be able to end tonight, except for Zhou Feng, everyone present is not rushing to play with their lives, and Wang Mingyang stepped forward and immediately froze Yang Zihong and the others in place.

However, Yang Zihong and others came from L City, which is more than 200 kilometers away, could they be frozen?

The answer is definitely no!

Here, Wang Mingyang took a step forward, and as soon as the words fell, before Yang Zihong could reply, Xiaobai was directly anxious.

"Nirmala b, Z City has you No. 1!" Xiaobai stepped forward and faced each other, and now Wang Mingwang said in front of him, "What do you want to play?"

"Roll Nima, let's get a b, just Nima, four people still want to turn the sky upside down?" Wang Mingyang directly put a pistol against Xiaobai's head and scolded, "** Call it out for you, do you believe it or not?"

"You have a gun!" Xiao Bai stared at the beads of his eyes, raised his hand, raised the *** in his hand, pointed at Wang Mingyang's chest and said, "Fuck Nima, I shout, one, two, three, let's shoot together, whoever doesn't fire is raised by a bitch, do you dare?"

After Xiaobai finished speaking, he didn't wait for Wang Mingyang to respond, he opened his mouth and began to count, "One, two, three, Nyima, open!"

"I'm going to Nima!" Wang Mingyang sweated on his forehead, scolded with a hideous expression, moved the muzzle of the gun down, and was about to shoot with his neck.

"Bang bang bang!"

Xiaobai didn't say a word, hugged Wang Mingyang's neck violently, then tilted his head back, and hit Wang Mingyang's nose three times.

Wang Mingyang suddenly felt dizzy and sat on the ground.

Just for a moment, Wang Mingyang wanted to shoot, he didn't lack the courage to fight hard, but he didn't want to explain for no reason, so he hesitated, and after being down by Xiaobai three times in a row, Wang Mingyang's old face turned red, and he jumped up violently, and Lun picked up the gun handle and crackled Xiaobai.

The reason why everyone dared to shoot Ah Shun and the others just now and collapsed each other was, first, because Yun Fengtian continued to hold the fire, and the atmosphere had already been lifted, and if they didn't hold the fire, they would have to collapse! Second, because the two sides were a little far away just now, they both had a fluke mentality, and they felt that the bullets could not hit them, and they would collapse.

But now, the two sides are too close, they both have guns in their hands, and as long as they fire, they will definitely have to die, so no one wants to really fire.

What if you don't fire?

"Nyima, beat them!" Cheng Bin, the old cannon, gave an order, and directly took the lead in rushing over, and Li Feng and the others followed after stepping forward, while Zhou Feng helped Zhang Yuan to stare at Yang Zihong with gloomy eyes, ready to release a cold gun.

"I'm going to come to Z City today to pout. Yang Zihong scolded angrily, kicked a small minion away, and faced Cheng Bin.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, there was another roar of cars, and then three vans roared, followed by the opening of the car doors one by one, and a group of young strong men rushed up with guns, which was the famous team of guns in the hands of Yang Zihong.

"Xiaozhi, all the guys are down, and no one will be left!" Yang Zihong shouted while beating Cheng Bin to each other.

"Did you hear it, the eldest brother spoke, and scattered them in one round. Ash greeted and rushed forward first.

"Crazy Nirmala B crazy!" Dayong didn't know when he got a machete, and rushed towards Xiao Zhi with his neck scolded, "Just, you still want to be Jiang Long?"

"Nyima, our Yang family's team, no matter where they go, they are dragons!" Xiao Zhi scolded angrily, raised his spear and stabbed it on Dayong's thigh.

"Kill you!" Dayong did have some ability, and he didn't dodge Ash's spear at all, so he picked up the machete and slashed at Ash's neck.

Seeing this, Ash hurriedly took a step back, dodging Dayong's machete, and the spear in his hand didn't poke out.

"What the hell is the ability of crossing the river!?" Dayong mocked, picking up the machete and slashing Ash's head, yes, it's chopping, like chopping firewood.

"Fuck Nyima, don't be ashamed of your face. Ash blushed when he was hurt by Dayong, and when he saw that the machete didn't dodge, his head was tilted, and he stabbed Dayong hard with his shoulder, and then raised his gun and stabbed Dayong in the stomach without blinking.

"!"

Dayong felt a cold stomach, and he didn't look at it, Lun knife chopped again, and Xiaozhi was also fierce with him, as long as it was not a vital part, Xiaozhi didn't hide at all, Dayong slashed Xiaozhi, Xiaozhi had to pierce Dayong's stomach with a spear.

In three seconds, the two of them exchanged three knives for three guns!And Dayong had three more holes in his stomach, and Ash's ears were chopped off in half.

"Come again!"

"Come on!"

The two scolded each other and started working again, Dayong slashed at Ash's neck with a knife, and Ash held the gun this time and aimed it directly at Dayong's chest.

At the moment of playing with his life, he can see whether he is a war criminal at a glance, Xiao Zhi stood in place, not hiding at all, and at the same time staring at the balls of his eyes, stabbing the gun and going out indomitably, and on the other hand, Dayong, after three confrontations, his eyes were obviously timid, and the seriousness of the knife lacked an indomitable momentum.

"!"

Dayong saw that Xiao Zhi's state was not bad for Xiang Yu, so he suddenly wilted, and after scolding angrily, a donkey rolled on the ground and rolled around to avoid Xiao Zhi's spear.

The two met at the end of the whole process, and the whole process was only ten seconds, Dayong shrank, and the members of the spear team were unstoppable throughout the audience.

When everyone's bayonets saw that the red fight was fierce, Zhou Feng stared at Yang Zihong's back, muttered a sentence and raised the gun to fight, completely rushing to kill Yang Zihong.

"Kang!"

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and the brawling crowd instantly quieted down, and Yang Zihong, who had just taken down Cheng Bin, suddenly felt a pain in his back, turned his head to look back, and just happened to see Zhou Feng's gloomy gaze.