The tailoring ceremony has been completed, and Mr. Hu Fei, the Chinese ambassador to South Korea, still has something to do, so he plans to say goodbye to Zhao Changshu.

"Mr. Hu, why don't you stay and have a light meal together. Mr. Zhao has already prepared a sumptuous lunch. Cui Haozhe, who was standing on the side, said for Zhao Changshu.

Hu Fei was about to refuse, but heard Zhao Changshu say: "Ambassador Hu, I'm afraid you can't leave Duping Martial Arts School for the time being, we may be in trouble." Do you say, Officer Park?"

Cho's last sentence was addressed to Police Chief Park Jung-myung. Park Jeong-myung's eyes were fixed in one direction in the crowd, where six young people who looked like students with backpacks were crowding into the crowd. Years of police career told Park that there was likely to be something wrong with the six men.

"It seems that this is the case, Ambassador Hu, Mr. Cui, you better go inside and hide first. Park Zhengming said with a wry smile.

In order to maintain order at the scene and to prevent the owl from suddenly appearing, Park Jung-myung brought four policemen when he came. At the signal of Park Zhengming, four policemen also squeezed through the crowd and slowly surrounded the six people.

The six young men finally squeezed through the crowd and reached the front of the stage, where the four policemen were still more than ten meters away.

I saw that after the six young people squeezed through the crowd, they naturally gathered in a row, and at the same time, they stretched out their hands to their waists, and the black pistol handle appeared in people's sight.

"Ahh

A young man raised his foot and kicked the girl's stomach, and the girl's body suddenly flew upside down and smashed into the pile, and the screams in her mouth stopped abruptly.

At the same time, the six young people completed the action of pulling out their guns at the same time, and at this time, the figures of Hu Fei and Cui Haozhe had disappeared in the gate of Du Ping Martial Arts School, so the six guns were aimed at Zhao Chang and Park Zhengming on the side of the stage at the same time.

"Don't move, policeman, put down your weapons and raise your hands!" the four policemen roared almost at the same time, and they all pulled out their guns and pointed them at the six young men. However, the hands of the four policemen were trembling slightly, this kind of scene was the first time they had encountered, there were six gunmen on the opposite side, and there were people everywhere, the ghost knew who he would shoot if he shot, the bullet would shoot whom, maybe the gunmen didn't shoot, but the innocent people around were shot in the head by themselves!

What scared them the most was that maybe their guns hadn't gone off yet, and they were shot in the head by the gunmen first.

The corners of the mouths of the six young gunmen were raised evilly, they knew that in the situation in front of them, the other party would never dare to shoot. The police don't dare, they dare!

Without hesitation, the six of them were about to pull the trigger, and they were about to beat Zhao's spear, which was already close at hand, into a sieve!

A policeman was overly nervous, and his finger inadvertently pulled the trigger, and the gun in his hand made a crisp sound, and the muzzle of the gun jumped suddenly, and the gun almost flew out of the officer's hand.

The huge sound of gunfire and the beating muzzle of the gun made the policeman's nerves in a state of collapse, he actually let out a strange scream in his mouth, and then closed his eyes and subconsciously pulled the trigger continuously, until the pistol came out with the sound of a click of the firing pin, and he had to stop shooting.

When the gunfire stopped, the officer's face was covered with sweat, and he didn't dare to open his eyes to see what was going on.

Maybe the gunmen didn't hit it, and the crowd was killed and wounded, right?

"Wow! Kim Jong-yang, you are a god, a sharpshooter possessed! You are not fighting alone!" Kim Jong-yang's heart was pounding, and at this moment, a colleague's exclamation suddenly sounded in his ears.

Only then did Kim Jong-yang open his eyes and look at the six young people not far away, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he immediately opened his mouth wide and stopped talking.

I saw that the six young people who were originally arrogant and infinite all fell in a pool of blood, each of their heads was covered with blood, and even seriously deformed, obviously they were shot in the head, one guy was the worst, not only was he shot in the head, but also his chest was beaten into a sieve, and the clothes on his chest were beaten into strips of cloth by bullets.

Kim Jong Yang swallowed hard and frothed, but did not speak, he really didn't believe that these six people would die under his snatch. When he was shooting, he was shooting in one direction blindly, and it was impossible to kill all six people in different positions! If the chest that was shot into a sieve was his masterpiece, he believed it.

Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if he was shooting blindly when he shot just now, but the muzzle of the gun jumped to change the direction of the shot, but he couldn't shoot the enemy's gun in the head like a divine help, right?

However, Kim Jong-yang had only three colleagues by his side, and their guns were all cold, and they didn't even smell of gunsmoke, so it was clear that they never fired a gun. Among the four guns, only the muzzle of his own gun was still emitting faint green smoke, which showed that these six people must have been killed by themselves!

However, that is impossible! Could it be that he was really possessed by an immortal just now? Didn't he fight alone just now?

Just when Kim Jong-yang was puzzled, several reporters instantly surrounded him, pointed the microphone at him, first complimented him a series of times, and then asked a series of questions.

Today, Du Ping Martial Arts School opened, and there were many reporters who came. Suddenly there was a shootout, this is an excellent news material, hot**, if this is broadcast, the effect is absolutely good.

Kim Jong-yang saw that he was afraid that he would not be able to take this credit today, so he had to stammer and began to answer reporters' questions.

From beginning to end, Zhao Changlan's eyes did not blink, and when he saw Kim Zhengyang surrounded by reporters, he smiled and said to Park Zhengming beside him: "Sure enough, there are no weak soldiers under the strong generals! ”

"Hehe, the heroic should be Mr. Zhao's people, right?" Park Zhengming looked at Zhao Changshu with a smile, and then looked up at the two hot air balloons floating in the sky, especially at the doctor floating in the low sky.

He also saw the scene just now, although he didn't see clearly how these six people were shot to death, but he knew that these six people were definitely not shot to death by Kim Jongyang, not even the guy whose chest was beaten into a sieve by Kim Jongyang?