The four guys slowly lowered their heads and saw a scene of horror, blood gushing out of their throats. As the blood flowed out, the strength in their bodies slowly disappeared, and they opened their mouths wide to say something, but only a grunting sound came from their throats, and large mouthfuls of blood gushed out of their mouths.

"Plop, plop!"

The sound of four heavy objects falling to the ground, and the bodies of the four guys falling to the ground kept twitching.

With a bloodthirsty smile on his face, the man raised his hand and waved. Bangs and Yuan Ye put the M134 on both sides of the gate, and the other four people quickly ran into the gate and suddenly dispersed and disappeared into the darkness.

The man walked in with the characteristic steps of a soldier, and Shen Lang followed him quietly.

There was a knock on the door of the seventh master's room, and a middle-aged man in his forties shouted: "Seventh master! ”

After a short time, the seventh master walked out, walked to the hall and sat on a chair again, and said with a gloomy face: "Gather people, I want to see who has such a bold person to come here." ”

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man walked out quickly.

The man and Shen Lang saw the figures around the villa flickering from a distance, and seventy or eighty people could run out in the dark, all holding MP5s in their hands.

The corner of the man's mouth hooked up a cold smile, "There are still a lot of people." ”

"Hmph!" Shen Lang snorted coldly, "A group of clowns jumping off the beam." ”

was pointed at by seventy or eighty people with a slight rush, and the expressions on the faces of the two people did not change at all, but the momentum on their bodies became more and more vigorous. The earth-shattering sharp energy burst out on the two of them. With a cold glint in his eyes, he walked forward step by step.

At this time, a young man in his thirties wearing a black suit walked over. He was followed by more than a dozen people, walking in a neat pace, and everyone could tell that they were also soldiers.

The young man stood in front of the man, and a dozen people behind him guarded him in horn poses.

"Who are you?" the young man asked, but in a polite tone.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at him, "You used to be soldiers?"

Seeing that the man's slightly narrowed eyes flashed with an absolutely cold coldness, the young man's heart skipped a beat, and his pupils contracted sharply. The sharp aura emanating from the man's body and a trace of bloody aura made him feel like falling into an ice cave. A cold breath in his body penetrated the top of his head, and a breath of death came to his face.

The young man took a heavy step back with his right foot, relieving the pressure of that terrible momentum.

It's terrible, he used to be a soldier and served in the special forces of a certain military region. But he could feel that the man in front of him was also a soldier, or the elite of the elite, and he felt the heavy bloody gas on the man's body, and he knew that this person had definitely been on the battlefield and was a professional soldier. And the momentum on his body can only be possessed by how many people he has to kill, he doesn't dare to think about it.

The man looked at him and said coldly: "I don't want to know which unit you have served in and what you have done in the Green Gang, as long as you don't betray the country, I will definitely not shoot my brother." ”

Speaking of this, he glanced at the dozen or so people standing straight behind him, "Take your comrades and leave, there won't be a living person here except that old guy." ”

The young man took a deep breath, and the man in front of him who had brought him strong pressure gave him too much shock. The instinct of the profession told him that it was to pull the special squadron he once served into the battlefield, and once he met this man, there was only a dead end. Not to mention trying to compete with this man with the bodyguards behind him who have been trained by him.

The young man looked back at the dozen or so brothers who were guarding behind him, and he knew very well in his heart that if he left, he could continue to live, and if he stayed, he would definitely die. But the seventh master has the grace of knowing himself, how can he leave.

He hesitated, his family was in the countryside, and after he was discharged from the army, he married a wife and had children, and his parents were weak and sick, and he couldn't support his family at all by being close to that little field. There is no way to hand over the family's field to his wife, so he comes out to work hard by himself. But I don't know anything, I can only work as a coolie, but all the money I earn is used to treat my parents, and my hard life is still not getting better.

Maybe it's providence, two years ago, I worked hard for more than half a year, and the contractor didn't pay the salary. He also hired more than 20 thugs to beat the workers who went to ask for wages to the point where they were bruised. In a fit of rage, he picked up a steel pipe, and in just a few minutes, the more than twenty people were scrapped by him.

And this scene happened to be seen by the seventh master who was passing by, and the next day he sent someone to invite him and asked him to train bodyguards, and the salary he was given a month could not be earned even if he worked tirelessly outside for two years.

But he also put forward his own request, not to participate in anything in the gang, only responsible for this place and to protect the personal safety of the seventh master. Because he is a soldier, he will never forget the oath he made in front of the national flag.

The Seventh Master agreed to him, and in the past two years, he has also found more than a dozen comrades-in-arms who are not living well and came here together.

Now he has only two options, one is to leave with his brother, and the other is to stay. But he could stay and die, but what about the dozen or so brothers behind him? He didn't want his brothers to die with him.

Thinking of this, he silently turned around, "You guys leave immediately." ”

More than a dozen people were stunned, and one person said, "Are we brothers?"

The young man nodded: "It's brother." ”

"Since we're brothers, don't drive us away. ”

The young man's eyes were a little moist: "You must go." ”

More than a dozen people looked at the two people standing there straight, and they also understood that even if they wanted to kill these two people with more guns, they would have to pay a heavy price. And just now, through the surveillance, they saw that there were still people outside, especially the two M134s called Vulcan cannons at the gate, which made them feel even more frightened. But they must not leave, let alone leave their brother here alone and wait for death.

Seeing their determined eyes, the man nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, you haven't lost the blood that a soldier should have, but have you ever thought about whether it is worth staying here?" ”

The young man turned his body back again, "Can you tell me your name, even if you die, you will let us know at whose hands you died." ”

The man looked at him, opened his mouth lightly and spit out three words: "Ye Tianming!"

The young man, including the dozen or so people behind him, was stunned, and then "snapped" and stood up and saluted a solemn military salute. The young man still grabbed the one in his hand on the ground, and the dozen or so people behind him also grabbed it.

"It's not that we're afraid of death, but we don't want to shoot at our idols, the heroes in the minds of all Chinese people. After speaking, he turned around and walked to the door, and the dozen or so people saluted Ye Tianming again, and then turned around and left with the young man.

The middle-aged man stood at the door and saw all this, and his face became very ugly. hurriedly walked in to report to the seventh master, the seventh master's thin hands tightly grasped the armrest of the rattan chair, and there was a creaking sound.

"Do you know why they left?"