"Why do we want to run away?" the co-pilot of the truck, Deng Zhifeng looked in the rearview mirror and asked, in his field of vision, the red car had already followed up, "There are more than 30 friends I called in the factory, and if one of them spits down, both of them will drown, not to mention that we still have this woman in our hands to threaten them." ”

"Have you forgotten the more than 20 of our brothers who were crippled at the door of someone's house?" Deng Shen said as he drove, "I only learned after I became a cultivator that there is a qualitative difference between ordinary people and cultivators, and the two of them cannot be settled by more than 20 stunted teenagers. ”

Thinking back to the unstoppable posture of the two of them a few days ago, Deng Zhifeng was silent, he was just a top-notch fighting level among ordinary people, and he was fortunate to have learned the "Fancheng Straight Fist" of the Fancheng faction, but for the "cultivator", he never had the opportunity to understand, so he had no right to speak.

"Fortunately, I have left monitors in the vents everywhere, I said why the drone has been hovering around the factory," Deng Yan unlocked the phone and handed it to Deng Zhifeng, motioning for him to call his father, "When you went out, most of your brothers were fighting with Qiu Kill at the door, I guess you didn't see it, right?"

Deng Zhifeng suddenly realized: "Tune the tiger away from the mountain, these guys are really despicable." ”

"It's us who are despicable," Deng Yan looked back at Ji Wenyue, whose mouth was sealed on the far right, and said, "My dad is in the family ancestral hall, drive the car there, even if these two boys have great ability, it is impossible for them to not be able to save the autumn kill under my dad's nose." ”

"Young Master's trick to encircle Wei to save Zhao Meimei," Deng Zhifeng said, "It's a wonderful idea to hold this woman hostage and let them hand over the autumn killing!"

"The idea is not what I thought, it's the third uncle, it's just strange why you don't send someone to us, and you have to pay to hire a bunch of gangsters who only dare to bully the convenience store owner," Deng Yan looked in the rearview mirror, "They're going to catch up!" said with a foot on the accelerator.

"It doesn't work. Deng Zhifeng put down his mobile phone, and his body felt uneasy as the body of the truck leaned, "Young master, you haven't learned to drive, wouldn't it be a little dangerous to drive so fast?"

"I have good eyes. Deng Yan replied, continuing to accelerate, "Besides, I have never eaten pork and have always seen pigs run." ”

Deng Zhifeng has a pair of eagle eyes, which he has been trained to practice shooting since he was a child.

Because Deng Zongyang didn't intend for him to awaken before he became an adult, he arranged a shooting training course, starting from archery, and slowly evolved into gun training.

Trucks are speeding down the road, and the main suburban road runs straight through, thankfully there are no traffic lights.

Deng Yan controlled the truck to respond in advance in a subtle position that ordinary people could not see, and drove to a speed of 100 yards per hour and was still under control for the time being.

Deng Zhifeng didn't speak anymore, but sighed helplessly, lamenting the situation of changing from a chaser to a chaser.

In the red sedan in the rear, Qiu Kill was nervously tingling.

After all, he was a novice driver, and he could drive forty yards and never drive sixty masters, and now that the truck in front of him had soared to a hundred yards, he could only speed up and overtake, and he had already rubbed against the sides of several cars, and almost crashed into a dividing barrier.

The chase lasted for half an hour, and the two cars had already driven out of the suburbs of Ningshan, and there were few vehicles on the road on weekdays.

It may be that the road is dilapidated, the speed of the truck has slowed down, and it is only hanging in front of the car, and the driving Qiu Kill is relieved to see this.

There were sharp bends and shallow potholes in the suburbs, and he didn't want the car to die in a traffic accident.

But the chase on the road just now was infinitely close to the traffic accident, and the red sedan speeding on the road was scratched on both sides of the patent leather at this time, and the headlights were even cracked.

Thankfully, it was still driving normally.

"This can't be done, let's rush up and intercept them!" Chen Zuoer was anxious, "Notify the police and let them help block the traffic!"

"I don't know if I can rush up or not, but the traffic police are already behind. Pei Er looked at the rear, and two police cars were coming, "I will notify Chen Yu now and ask him to help us solve it, otherwise the truck is not blocked, we will have to be blocked first." ”

"It's okay now, 70 percent of the speeding license is revoked, and my short driving career," Qiu Kill gritted his teeth, "no matter, rush!" said he accelerated violently, the cylinder and engine roared, and instantly closed the position with the truck.

As soon as the truck saw the car accelerating, it immediately accelerated, and the two cars were still hanging at a distance that could only be seen and could not be surpassed.

"Hurry up and hurry, how can the top speed of a sedan be faster than that of a truck?"

"No matter how fast I am, I can't control it," Qiu Kill cried, "It's already one hundred and fourteen, it can't be faster!"

The truck in front took the lead, and two hundred meters behind hung a badly scratched red car, and then several police cars in the rear rushed by, forming a beautiful scenery.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long, the truck in front turned into the lane, and the car hurriedly followed, but there were many curves with unclear vision, and the trees on the side of the road interfered with the judgment, and it took a while to find the location of the truck.

Four people and a dog got out of the car, the truck stopped next to a private house, there are many vehicles with a unified system around, there are two stone lions in front of the house, and the lintel is engraved with the word "Deng family" from left to right.

"It turns out that this is the nest of the Deng family. Chen Zuo Er took out Wu Feng from the trunk and threw the gloves to Pei Er, "No matter what happens today, we all have to break through." ”

"Wait. Chu Dongyang, who had never spoken all the way, suddenly frowned, he twitched his nose slightly, and said in a deep voice, "There is blood in the air, it's still fresh, and there are dead people here." ”

"What?" Chen Zuo Er was shocked, could it be that they killed Ji Wenyue?

"It's thick, more than one person. Chu Dongyang's expressionless face was full of solemnity, "Many people died." ”

"Their purpose is that I am not Ji Wenyue, although the underworld is ruthless, it will not violate the principles," Qiu Kill said frankly, "The Deng family's mansion is here, no wonder they want to run, the most powerful helper is here." ”

"What should I do?" Pei Er swallowed her saliva, although she was the master who dared to fight, she could not hide the fear of seeing the bloody scene.

The road ahead is Longtan Tiger's Den, and there is real bloody gas in the air, this is not a joke.

"Sneak in. Chen Zuoer said stiffly, clenching the Wufeng in his hand.

Inside the precincts, in front of the ancestral hall.

Deng Zhifeng pushed Ji Wenyue forward behind him, stunned by the bloody scene in the courtyard.

In the pavilions, rockeries, and trees, there are corpses of people in black everywhere, with a rich bloody smell covering their noses, and red blood flowing everywhere, like purgatory on earth.

Fortunately, the reactionary black-clothed people had already entered the ancestral hall, and the courtyard was empty at this time.

Deng Yan, who first entered the courtyard, glanced at the scene of purgatory on earth in the courtyard, and felt bad in his heart, and went straight to the ancestral hall, just in time to hear crying and screaming from the ancestral hall.

The first thing I saw when I entered the ancestral hall was that my father, who was usually dignified, sat on the ground with his hair scattered, took out a short-handled dagger from his clothes and stabbed it into his heart.

The crowd that filled the small ancestral hall was indifferent to watch, as if watching a close-up show, in which his brother and mother were among them.