Bloody battle in a noodle shop

"Laughing Jiuquan, in fact, it's okay!" Just when Song Chao and I were shaking hands and smiling at each other, a piercing sneer suddenly came from outside the door of the noodle restaurant.

I looked back, and a young man with a thin body and a sharp beak and monkey cheeks broke in with more than a dozen young men with cold and arrogant faces.

"It's actually you!" I squinted my eyes at the person who came, and the truth was revealed, and sure enough, it was the people from the city government who were deliberately trying to kill me, and the person who came was actually the Director Feng who took me to meet with Chu Fei and the leaders of the municipal party committee before.

Director Feng walked in the front, followed by more than a dozen burly, flat-headed young people, each of those young people held a three-edged military thorn with a cold light in their hands, in the shape of a fan surrounded me and the Song Dynasty, and the young man who walked at the end directly "Hula...", pulled the rolling shutter door of the noodle restaurant from the inside.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry! Because you know too much, it has already involved the safety of our leaders, so..." This grandson can really pretend, seeing that he is going to quit doing personnel, and he still looks like a polite person from there.

"He knows too much, so he has to hang up, so what about me? You don't plan to let me go, right?" Song Chao glanced at Director Feng with a playful look, and gently touched my foot with his foot, which should have signaled that I was ready to do it.

"Mr. Song can only admit that he is unlucky, who let him just be with you! And according to the mistakes that Mr. Song made in the past few years, in fact, I can't do too much!" Director Feng still had a hypocritical smile on his face.

"It's the first time I've seen someone who can give full play to his sanctimonious appearance, if your father is standing with him today, do you also plan to tell your father and consider yourself unlucky?"

Director Feng's reaction was not unpleasant, one arm was in front of his face, he took two steps back sideways, avoided the teapot that was smashed over, and waved his arm forward to order the more than ten young people behind him, "Send them on their way!"

At the same time, I also grabbed the stool under my ass and waved it back and forth at the two or several young men who quickly surrounded me, trying to force them back, "Find a way to rush out!" Song Chao pulled out the belt around his waist and wrapped it around his arm, yelled at me, and jumped up

Aiming at a young man's head, he smashed it.

These young people are probably in their twenties, all of them are like machines, giving people the feeling of being fearless of death, and the most important thing is that their temperament is very similar to Guo Han and the Yellow Emperor...

I smashed a stool on a guy's head, and the stool cracked in the middle, and the guy just took a few steps backwards, and the others didn't even look at it, still aggressively holding the triangular stab at me.

Could it be that these guys are all soldiers? I had a question in my heart, and the more I looked at it, the more they looked like them, their faces were cold and arrogant, and their movements were the same, and although they were holding weapons, they did not have the smell of ordinary gangsters.

I was a little distracted, and my arm was cut by the military thorn in the hand of one of the young men, and the huge pain in my heart made me can't help but scold my mother, the most important thing is that I have no weapons in my hand, but their encirclement of me is getting smaller and smaller.

I had been pressed back into a corner, and there was a table in the corner, and it was made of solid wood, and I tried it just now, but I couldn't move it at all.

"Kill!" The lips of the two young men squirmed slightly, and they screamed, and the others raised their weapons and stabbed at my body, if I was really stabbed, I was sure to turn into honeycomb coal, I hurriedly squatted with my head in my hands, and looked in the direction of the table, and a "donkey rolled" on the spot and rolled to the bottom of the table, and then "Ah!" roared, supported the table with both hands, and crashed towards the group of youths, knocking down the two youths in an instant...

This time, the young people who seemed to be mechanics finally reacted, and they took two steps back, it seems that these guys also know the pain, I have a solid wooden table on my head, and I am rampage towards them, slowly moving closer to the Song Dynasty...

For the first time, I deeply experienced the helplessness of "tigers eating turtles", I am now like a turtle with a heavy shell on my back, no matter how sharp the weapons in their hands are, they can't pierce the solid wood table on my shoulder, but this thing is too heavy, and it is really a little tiring to carry on my body.

These young people are very cunning, seeing that I am tired as the third grandson, but as if they have been discussed, they only surround me and do not fight, I just want to take a breath, someone immediately rushed over and raised the weapon, I can only helplessly carry the table again to resist, like this, without them stabbing me to death, I can exhaust myself to death.

"Bang bang..." There was a sudden sound of slamming the shutter door outside the restaurant, and the sun shouted from outside with a loud voice, "What's the situation, why did you lock the door in broad daylight?"

"Brother Yang, there is a dog in the house!" Song Chao and Director Feng had already handed it over, and depending on the situation, he seemed to have suffered a small loss, and asked Director Feng to make a small cut on his side face.

When he yelled towards the door, Song Chao was kicked in the stomach by Director Feng again, and staggered back a few steps, and at the same time, several young people grabbed the military thorn in their hands and waved it at Song Chao's head.

Song Chao hurriedly raised his arm to block, "It's over, his arm is going to be scrapped..."Resisting the weapon with flesh and blood, it seems that Song Chao was also forced to have no choice, and the next thing made me completely fall through the glasses, the picture of the bloody and blurred arm flying up did not appear, and several military thorns were cut at the same time on the arm that Song Dynasty had wrapped with a belt before, but he took two steps back in shock, and his arm was intact...

"Damn, ** exploded! The dare belt still has this wonderful use..."I couldn't help but cheer.

The sound of banging on the door outside the noodle restaurant was "whoosh...", and the sun and others outside seemed to be trying to find a way to open the door, but I didn't know if Song Chao and I could hold out until they broke the door, and now these people's attacks on us are becoming more and more fierce...

I didn't finish yelling, and two young men smashed at me with weapons, I had no choice but to carry the "turtle shell" again and collide with them, this time they put away the attitude of playing, one by one all took expired aphrodisiacs, and slashed the table, the tiger's mouth on my wrist was broken, and the blood flowed, but I didn't dare to stop, as long as I paused slightly, they had the opportunity to stab me, and they could only grit their teeth and carry the table to rush against them.

At this time, the rolling shutter door of the noodle shop was knocked out of a gap from the outside, and then the outside "buzzed...", and there was a roar of car engines, and the front of a Land Rover smashed through the rolling shutter door and rushed in...

Seeing that the door was knocked open, the Land Rover "buzzed...", and fell out again, "Stupid little four! Hold on! Brother is coming!" The Yellow Emperor's iconic loud voice came, and I saw the Yellow Emperor holding a sledgehammer more than one meter long in both hands, and smashed it with all his strength on a young man who was blocking him, and the young man wanted to resist with a military thorn, but the Yellow Emperor was smashed away without any suspense.

Behind the Yellow Emperor, the sun and Su Muxuan rushed in alone with the Kaishan machete and grinned, and the young man whose name I couldn't name was even more ruthless, directly holding the kind of Daguan knife used by the second master, behind them, followed by twenty or thirty sturdy young men, all of whom rushed in without saying a word and fought with those people brought by Director Feng, and the already small noodle restaurant was instantly crowded.

"Sun, do you know what my identity is? Do you dare to openly oppose the municipal party committee?" Director Feng leaned on the corner of the wall, his face became extremely ugly, in the melee just now, he was slashed several times in the shoulder and chest by the Yellow Emperor and the sun, and at this moment, the undulating chest was "suddenly..."blood was flowing out, and he looked extremely angry.

"Who the do you love, you don't have a face to move my brother! The surname is Feng, Lao Tzu usually doesn't respect you less, right? You actually want to kill my brother at a critical time?" The sun gasped and spat at Director Feng, and rushed forward again with a machete.

The others are still fighting together, and the scene is indescribably chaotic...

"All the brothers in the Armed Forces Department of Chongzhou City have stopped, this is the retreat order of your chief of staff! I know that you are all soldiers like me, and it is your duty to obey orders! But you should know very well in your hearts whether what you are doing now is right or wrong? Who is Squad Leader Zhang?" The Yellow Emperor took out a "red-headed document" from his pocket, held it up in the air, and roared.

With the shout of the Yellow Emperor, the crowd of scuffles slowly subsided, especially the group of young people brought by Director Feng, almost all of them looked at the documents in the Yellow Emperor's hand.

"Report, I'm Zhang Tianliang!" A young man with a flat head and big eyes and a circle of stubble on his chin walked out and saluted the Yellow Emperor with a "click..."

[Look at the secretary has to vote casually, thank you!]