Liang Hai was once a soldier led by Han Dong himself, and he had no intention of visiting, so he decided to let him be his driver.

The original intention was to find someone who could drive the car well, and never used him as a bodyguard to see him. Subconsciously, he will not allow the other party to follow him in any accidents.

When the dagger stabbed at Liang Hai, he had no other thoughts for the time being, but to save people.

But I never thought that the gangsters would react so quickly.

With a twist, the dagger almost stabbed him in the eye.

Inertia, there is no way back.

Han Dong's body almost went against common sense and threw himself sideways, the dagger sliding against his shirt, cold and stinging.

The policeman didn't seem to expect this blow to fail, and before he could stop drinking, his right wrist was firmly clamped, and his body was pulled back by force.

Pedal and pedal, and the back slammed against the car. The force made the car tremble slightly.

Han Dong felt even more abnormal, his eyes were staggered, and he didn't have time to make the next move, and danger followed.

He moved, and the other man's knee pressed against the carcass.

The sound of making people's scalps tingle, and the car door was slammed in.

thrilling, and always stuck the other party's wrist and did not let go.

Boom!

The gangster's strength is amazing, his knees fall, and he doesn't stop for a moment, and he raises his feet with extreme viciousness.

The incident happened suddenly, and Han Dong had just come into contact with the other party, and he had no energy to fight back for a while.

Legs, knees, reactions.

People of this quality, Han Dong has only met one after he retired from the army, Chen Yanfeng's personal bodyguard, and the provincial sanda champion. And the gangster in front of him may not be as skilled, but only more tricky.

Professional killers can be easily distinguished whenever they encounter them.

Thoughts were scattered, and there was a sudden pain in the chest and abdomen.

Han Dong's body instinctively unloaded, did not retreat, his arms were forced, and he stood firm with strength.

The knee came back and smashed on the opponent's right leg with a muffled sound.

The dagger flew out and smashed into the car, and the two of them retreated.

Han Dong's breathing was short, and the gangster's right leg trembled, and he moved a few steps before he stood firmly. The next second, Weird turned his head and shouted.

People, there are still people in the car.

As the sound fell, two more guys in police uniforms rushed in.

Han Dong stared at Liang Hai, who was entangled with another gangster, and pulled out the steel pipe behind the passenger seat through the window. Turn around and raise your arms.

There was a strange crack of bones, and the unprepared gangster fell straight to the ground.

Blood soaked through the police hats, flowed out, and slowly froze.

"Brother Liang, get in the car!"

Liang Hai thought he was leaving, so he hurriedly jumped into the driver's seat and kept the door open.

But immediately found out that Han Dong was not going to leave at all.

He stared at the elongated shadow in front of the high beams in astonishment, his cold blood boiling suddenly.

Han Dong, who has been in contact with Wen Wen for a long time and is not easily angry with anyone, Liang Hai has almost forgotten the innate bloodiness of this young man.

Han Dong really didn't have any worries, he was scratched by a dagger from his waist, and his violence was completely provoked.

Family, life, career, friends, it's all a mess.

The wife can vent at him, who he rushes!!

Outlaws are the best tools for training.

Steel pipe, diagonally volved. No skill, only full strength, fast to the extreme.

The first person could not avoid it, and the dagger was knocked away, and the arm bounced back in a strange shape like an electric shock.

Screaming, howling like a ghost in the night.

Ding, ding, ding, a few crisp sounds are short, and then like a sharp sword piercing through the noise.

Standing still, he had eyes behind him, and turned around, the hideous face close at hand.

Han Dong's wrist flipped and accurately hit the dagger with the end of the steel pipe. In a lunge, the gangster's gaze was turned, and the person suddenly flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

Before I could get up, the frightening wind whistled.

The steel pipe weighing more than a dozen catties came straight in.

Wanting to fight back again, the five fingers holding the dagger felt numb and painful, and the dagger flew out again.

I want to run, but I can't stand up.

wanted to fight back with his feet, covering his right leg that was pulled away, and there was finally fear in his eyes.

The intelligence is wrong, the target in the intelligence this time is just an ordinary person, a toy.

But now it seems that he is the toy.

Just now, Zhang He clearly felt that he was going to die. The other party is merciful, like a cat and a mouse.

He's not a professional killer, it's just that he does more than he does, and he becomes professional.

Killing someone is no different from killing a dog or slaughtering a pig. A knife stabbed down, leaving only a dying struggle. If you succeed too many times, you will become numb and think that everyone is the same.

But it's different, repeated surprises, horrors, and regrets are all luxuries for him.

Guns, his subordinates want to bring guns, he doesn't think they need to. It's just dealing with ordinary people, and there's no need to use that kind of thing that is easy to make a big fuss.

Countless thoughts fluctuated, and Zhang He could still look at the young man's eyes with resentment. After a few seconds, the body curled up in a ball.

Han Dong is playing a puppet, and he skillfully focuses on taking care of his legs and arms. One bite seems to relieve the numbness caused by the wound on the lower back.

It was frozen, and the clothes were on my body.

For almost a minute, he threw the steel pipe beside Zhang He and turned around to get into the car.

Liang Hai was already standing behind Han Dong at this time, wanting to help, but the situation turned around in the blink of an eye. didn't dare to look at him, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to call the police?" ”

Han Dong glanced at the snow-covered ravine not far away: "Look who's alive, take off your clothes and throw it in!"

"You go to the hospital first......"

"I'm fine!"

Han Dong sat back in the car, and leaned against the sofa during the temperature transition. The right hand trembled slightly, and the fingers were touched by the dagger, as did the side of the waist.

It's not fatal, but it doesn't taste like it, it's the same as a cone.

The blood crystals melted, and he pulled the tissue over his right hand and slammed it on. Then, watching Liang Hai busy.

These people have been following them since the airport, that is to say, his visit to Haicheng is not a secret to several people.

However, only family members know about this trip, Liang Hai. Also, Wang Donglan.

She wasn't sure when she would arrive in Haicheng, but she knew he was coming today.

Why kill yourself?

If so, why didn't she carry a firearm, and why did she do so?

Time passes, and the road is still silent.

Han Dong was not in a hurry, he couldn't stand waiting for the only two remaining mouths, and took the initiative to beg for mercy.

I thought about asking the police to come, but I knew that the police would not be able to pry open the mouth of such a person.

Nearly two hours later, Liang Hai ran back to the car: "Dongzi, leave it behind! It was Sang Kai who asked them to kill Mayor Bai's younger brother." Three Haicheng people, one overseas ......"

Overseas?

Han Dong rubbed his head, and when he heard the name Sang Yan, he no longer wondered that there were foreigners. At the beginning, the drug lord Sang Chaiming had a team of specially hired foreigners, and it was not only Sang Chaiming, these people who walked on the tip of the knife liked to hire some people as tools.

But how could Sang Chai Ming suddenly point the finger at himself and know his relationship with Bai Yalan?

No, no, it's not an identity. If his identity was really known to Sangya, it would never be possible to stop the car in this way.

"Dongzi, people are dying......"

Han Dong came back to his senses: "Put on your clothes and call the police." ”