A down-and-out lost dog, a displaced cat, is a kind of person, don't be inferior, wait for me where you started, if you see which side of the new leaf is bigger, find someone to marry, and then live with half of my happiness.

After Yushan made continuous curves, Du Feng parked the car on the side of the road, and looked at the rearview mirror with an emergency double flash. Tranquility is swallowed up by darkness, and death is always with the wind.

In the car, Du Feng leaned on the backrest and looked at Song Yuyao behind him from the rearview mirror, while the two Hurricanes were holding guns at the weak woman, because the woman was holding a small pistol in her hand, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Du Feng's head. If it weren't for Du Feng's hand in the air, Song Yuyao would have been killed by the two team members.

Song Yuyao's eyes were red and her hands were trembling, but the gun was aimed straight at Du Feng's temple, and she also observed Du Feng from the rearview mirror, observing the man she had thought about and longed for in fascination.

"What's wrong? All of a sudden, a gun was pointed at me. Du Feng said with a smile, Song Yuyao's pistol knew very well that it was a self-defense weapon made by Xiaofeng, and it was also a pistol specially designed by Du Feng for the people around him. The effective range of 30 meters is not short, but such a short distance is enough to kill oneself.

Song Yuyao said with a crying voice: "My father was killed by this kind of gun!"

Du Feng was stunned for a moment, he knew that Song Jichang was assassinated, but he didn't expect that he would be killed by the gun he made, at present, except for the Hurricane Squad and the Night Army in Du Feng's hands, only Song Jichang's subordinates are equipped with electromagnetic guns.

"Then why me?" Du Feng said, he felt that there must be something strange about this matter, but he wanted to know something strange from Song Yuyao's mouth.

"I've heard of this gun, my dad doesn't have it at all, they asked you to buy it but you didn't give it, which means that you have this strange thing in the entire East China Sea. Song Yuyao cried and complained about her inference, on the verge of despair and collapse, it is easier for people to grasp the already untenable theory, because the radicalism at this time will be magnified by 10,000 times, and if the recognized death is in a short period of time, it will not change.

"How did you get your gun?" Du Feng said with a smile.

Song Yuyao said: "My father gave it to me!"

After speaking, she looked at the gun in her hand with some incredulity, and her trembling hand did not mean to let go.

"Who said these things, can you tell me?" Du Feng said and gave the team members on the side a look.

Song Yuyao shook her head, and then felt that something hit her back on the back of her neck, and then her eyes went black.

"What should you do with this person, boss?" said to Du Feng after the team members stunned Song Yuyao.

Du Feng said: "Go home!"

"Who is the person in charge of the Hong Gang's arms deal with us during this time?" Du Feng called Yang Tianyu halfway and asked.

"It's always Song Yue talking to us. Yang Tianyu said.

Du Feng said in a low voice: "Sure enough, it's him." ”

Yang Tianyu continued: "Two days ago, Zuo Baofeng brought a batch of samples from here. ”

Does Song Yue know about this? Du Feng said thoughtfully.

Yang Tianyu paused: "I don't know the specifics of Song Yueqing, but Song Yue asked about it yesterday, and I guess he just knew." ”

Du Feng put down the mobile phone in his hand and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, held it in his mouth, but did not light it.

Song family, this pool of water is really muddy! Du Feng sighed and drove in the direction of his home.

………

In the Song family manor, there are four big characters hanging high in the hall of the main building, and there are two Taishi chairs in front of the hall at this time, and the middle-aged people on both sides are closing their eyes and recuperating.

Song Yue stood in the mourning hall, took a pot of wine, poured a glass on the ground, and then drank the remaining half of the pot by himself.

There is no electric light in the mourning hall, only a simple white candle, and in the middle of the candle is the head of a mighty old man.

Boom! After a drum sounded, a series of sounds rang out.

At the gate of the Song family manor, black business cars drove in, and the most conspicuous of them was the Rolls-Royce Phantom walking in second.

The Rolls-Royce stopped in the park, a black-clad bodyguard walked down, opened the back door next to the small track car, and an old man with gray hair came down inside.

After the old man got out of the car, there were people in the car at the back door who got out of the car, and most of these people who got off the car were the heads of the halls of the Hong Gang, and even the scoop handles of the surrounding cities. These people surrounded the old man and walked towards the lobby of the Song family.

Wang Jingcheng didn't look at the people behind him, as if he was no longer surprised by such treatment. His cloudy eyes glanced around, the half-human-tall grass, and the surrounding villas, a slight grin crossed the corner of his mouth.

"Elder Wang, don't you go in? Big brother, he 。。。。。 A middle-aged man with a bald head and even a centipede tattoo on his head walked up to Wang Jingcheng and said with a smile.

Wang Jingcheng looked at him, and the middle-aged bodyguard pulled out a jet-black pistol. In the middle man's incredulous eyes, his own cronies, his nearest personal bodyguard, pulled the trigger on him.

"Bah!" a gunshot rang out throughout the manor.

The middle-aged man was shot directly in the head, and the blood kept flowing down the small hole in the head, and the person was already dead and could not die anymore. The bodyguard didn't explain this, but kicked the middle-aged man's dead body, and kicked him into the flowers on the side of the road with a huge force.

Wang Jingcheng didn't frown so far, the handkerchief wiped his hands, and walked to the main building of the Song family without looking back on the middle-aged man's corpse.

The people behind Wang Jingcheng followed one after another, they were not stupid, since Wang Jingcheng could control the cronies around him, then the people around him were not necessarily clean, and they disposed of the corpses? Forget it, none of them wanted to be a second dead body, they all shrank their heads and followed Wang Jingcheng, and there was a sense of oppression in the silence.

"Elder Wang, the young master asked us to come here to pick you up. An old man came to Wang Jingcheng and said, he is a slave of the Song family, although it is now a civilized society that does not pay attention to those masters, domestic servants and the like, but for a big force like the Song family, there are still servants who are specially served.

Wang Jingcheng nodded his head and did not speak. It turned out that he might have replied, but this time there was something worth talking about by a lost dog, and nodding his head was just for the sake of the dead Song Jichang's face.

Wang Jingcheng walked in front, and the old man walked towards the lobby of the Song family with a group of people. At this time, the two factions were clearly divided.

In the lobby of the Song family, Wang Jingcheng led the people inside, looked at the people who had already arrived, and snorted coldly.

"Why hasn't Song Xian's nephew come yet?" Wang Jingcheng said dissatisfiedly.

The old man said: "Young master, he is burning incense for the master, and he will come soon, and the young master has instructed him to prepare a program for you." ”

Wang Jingcheng sat on the Taishi's chair and did not speak. The old man clapped his hands.

Outside the window on the second floor, a group of black-clothed people immediately rushed up at the door, each with a pistol in their hands, and even *. The muzzle of the black hole was pointed at Wang Jingcheng and everyone in the hall.