Wang Jinhui grinned at Feng Jing, and Feng Jing also pulled up his bicycle and walked towards him as if he was fine, and walked towards the school gate side by side. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A security guard at the school gate saw Feng Jing coming and closed the school gate, hid in the security booth, and locked several students out of the school gate with Feng Jing. When the students saw Feng Jing coming, they all retreated to the side until they retreated behind him.

As soon as Feng Jing came up, he stared at the security guard in the security booth, and shouted expressionlessly, "Open the door." ”

It seems to be the duty of the school security guard to protect the students of the school, and the security guard looked back at the teachers and students surrounding not far from the school gate, did not speak, and smiled at Feng Jing with some smugness.

"Do you want to go in?" Feng Jing glanced back at Wang Jinhui, without any emotion.

Wang Jinhui trembled slightly, glanced at Xiaoya, and grinned.

Feng Jing glanced at him reluctantly, stretched out his hand to the iron gate of the school, grabbed it, and saw him pull it gently. The steel he was holding on to was then deformed, and the three-man iron door was unloaded.

Feng Jing turned around and threw the iron gate aside, turned back to Wang Jinhui and said, "Go in." ”

Wang Jinhui glanced at Feng Jing's eyes, his body couldn't help but tremble, and Xiaoya beside him hugged his arm tightly.

The crowd of people watching inside the school gate dispersed when they saw Feng Jing walk in. The smile just now seemed to have been stolen, and only panic remained.

The security guard at the school gate immediately closed the door of the security booth and locked himself inside, but how could such a thin door be worthy of the huge school gate? The security guard hid inside, pitifully looking at Feng Jing who was walking towards him step by step.

Feng Jing grinned at the man in the glass window, and a fierce light swept across his face.

He tapped on the glass window, which shattered, and reached in and beckoned to the security guard inside. The security guard inside clung to the iron sheet behind him in horror, for fear of being hooked by his hand, and the pride just now turned into an embarrassment.

"Brother-in-law." Wang Jinhui still shouted, calling his brother-in-law, "Don't." He shook his head.

The fierce light in Feng Jing's eyes faded after hearing his brother-in-law, and he turned his head to glare at Wang Jinhui.

Wang Jinhui wanted to walk towards him, but Xiaoya next to him pulled him back, and he patted her jade hand: "It's okay." Then he walked slowly towards Feng Jing, "What's wrong with you?" Do you still know my sister, Wang Jingqiong......"

Feng Jing didn't answer, and looked at Wang Jinhui dementedly, as if he remembered something, and as if he didn't know what Wang Jinhui was talking about. Suddenly, Feng Jing pounced on Wang Jinhui, his mouth wide open, revealing a mouth full of teeth, and roaring, like a hungry beast.

The security guards in the security booth took the opportunity to open the small door of the security booth, rushed out, and ran in the direction of the playground, where there were still a few people poking their heads out to look at the school gate.

A girl named Xiaoya was two meters away, opened her eyes that had been closed in fright, and when she saw Wang Jinhui, she shouted to him: "Jinhui, are you okay?" ”

At this time, the classmates behind her shouted to her, asking her to come to their side quickly.

Wang Jinhui waved his trembling hand, signaling that he was okay and asking her to lean over to her classmates.

As soon as the girl took two steps back, she saw Feng Jing pinching his neck and holding it in the air, showing his teeth to him, as if showing off.

Xiaoya screamed, and was about to rush forward, but was hugged tightly by a woman, she glanced back and called out to the teacher.

Wang Jinhui took out his mobile phone from his pocket with some difficulty, pressed a few buttons, and then the entire mobile phone screen was covered with a charming girl. He held his mobile phone in front of Feng Jing with difficulty; "Do you still know her? My sister, Wang Jingqiong. ”

Feng Jing's bulging eyeballs turned from Wang Jinhui's face to the mobile phone in his hand, the fierce light in his eyes gradually became gentle, he raised his hand, took the mobile phone in Wang Jinhui's hand, put Wang Jinhui down, and took a closer look.

Wang Jinhui touched his neck and panted, but he couldn't hide the smug look of this fourteen or fifteen-year-old immature child, he was very glad that he had watched too many ghost movies.

Xiaoya and the female teacher lowered their voices and shouted to Wang Jinhui, who hesitated and walked towards Xiaoya.

"Jinhui." Xiaoya took Wang Jinhui's hand and looked at him worriedly.

Wang Jinhui ignored the girl, looked at Feng Jing and said, "Do you have a mobile phone?" ”

Xiaoya shook her head, and the female teacher next to her handed over the phone. Wang Jinhui took the phone, but he didn't have time to thank him, so he went to the side to call his sister.

Ten minutes later, two police cars and two ambulances came, and the policemen in the cars got out of the car, talked a few words, divided into two teams, lined up in two columns, bowed and walked quickly towards the school gate.

"Don't move." A middle-aged man wearing a black bulletproof vest standing at the front shouted to Feng Jing at the edge of the school gate, "Raise your hands and put them behind your head." ”

Feng Jing squinted at the middle-aged man who was shouting at him, turned around, and his bulging eyes turned from the mobile phone screen to two rows of people wearing black bulletproof vests.

The gun held by the middle-aged man was aimed at Feng Jing's head without hesitation, and the other hand was placed on the handcuffs around his waist, and he shouted while leaning over to Feng Jing: "Put your hands behind your head." ”

Feng Jing stretched his neck and twisted it, and then the sound of brittle bones came from his neck, resounding into the hearts of every young policeman who held a gun and pointed it at his head.

The unconscious wounded on the ground, the young policemen in black bulletproof vests are all terrified of their predecessors, despite the many missions they have been on many occasions.

When the middle-aged man and another flat-headed man were about to approach Feng Jing, before they could react, they were held in the air by Feng Jing's neck.

The two policemen who were pinched raised their pistols without hesitation, and pulled the trigger several times on Feng Jing's head, and the first bullet shot into his forehead, bursting out a smage of blood. But from the second bullet, the warhead never had a chance to touch Feng Jing's body again. From the time the gun went out, it began to slow down, and when it came to Feng Jing's eyes, the bullet was like an inlaid toughness, unable to move forward, and did not fall.

The crowd watching from afar, seeing the bullet from his forehead into his head, thought he would fall backwards, or expected him to fall backwards. But in the end, everyone was disappointed, their eyes were slightly closed, and their hands were still holding the two of them, and nothing changed.

The blood flowing from Feng Jing's forehead became thinner and thinner, and if you listened carefully, you could still hear the sound of bullets rubbing against his skull from his forehead. After a while, the bullet was swooping out from where it had entered, until the bullet was completely out of his forehead, and the wound on his forehead was slowly healing.

A meter away Feng Jing, the policemen who pointed their pistols at his head looked at each other a little at a loss when they saw such a scene. Until the bullet in Feng Jing's head slid down with his cheek, a dozen or so policemen no longer hesitated, and time did not allow them to hesitate, a dozen or so people pulled the trigger together, and dozens of hundreds of bullets were fired at Feng Jing at once.

Unfortunately, each bullet slowed down as it approached Feng Jing, until it stopped two inches away, but none of them fell to the ground, which completely violated inertia and gravity. Seeing nearly a hundred bullets stopped in the air, the onlookers stared blankly, and began to wonder if they were dreaming or bumping into a ghost.

Everything was so real, and when people came back to their senses, they saw Feng Jing's eyes widening wider and rounder, and his eyes were bloodshot, like an enraged beast about to pounce on the hunter.

At the moment when Feng Jing's eyes were full of bloodshots, more than 100 bullets, as if they had just come out of the gun, flew back at great speed, and then more than a dozen people shook their bodies, stared wide-eyed, and then fell to the ground.

Feng Jing waved his hand violently, and threw out the two people who were holding his hands and fell at the feet of Wang Jinhui Xiaoya and others.

Apparently Feng Jing heard the screams and turned around and walked towards the crowd, but his movements began to slow and heavy. Step by step, he stepped on the cement slab, his eyes were covered by bloodshots, and his pupils were almost invisible, and he couldn't tell if it was a living being.

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