Zheng Feng suddenly laughed wildly: "If you want my Zheng someone's life, Lao Tzu wants to see if you have that ability!" ”

After speaking, he drank loudly, and actually took the initiative to shoot at Zhang Yang.

The two subordinates around him immediately burst into cheers and rushed forward.

At this time, Zhang Yang's consciousness of being the boss is reflected, as a boss, what is it to raise so many subordinates?

Of course it's for use! Why else do you want to keep them?

Zhang Yang understood this very well, so he had no intention of fighting with Zheng Feng, but only took a small step back.

When we can save some energy, or save some energy, after all, we don't make a fortune by sitting on physical work, right?

"Catch it alive."

Zhang Yang stepped back and shouted.

A group of subordinates behind him immediately surrounded and isolated Zhang Yang from the encirclement.

Zhang Yang sat on the sofa, cross-legged and watched the chaotic scene with interest.

Zheng Feng, the boss, climbed all the way up from the bottom, and naturally there is still real kung fu under his hands.

As for his two subordinates, as Zheng Feng's personal bodyguards, their skills are also extremely good.

For a while, although there were many people on Zhang Yang's side, they couldn't take any advantage, but they had to be knocked down by Zheng Feng and his two subordinates from time to time.

Zhang Yang only shook his head when he saw it, and sure enough, the quality of the black mix was uneven, and this skill was too poor.

If I had this skill, I am afraid that I would have died on the street a long time ago.

It seems that it is impossible to count on these guys to catch them alive, Zhang Yang had no choice but to shout: "Okay, okay, let's do it!" Live or die. ”

When he heard this, he couldn't help but feel ashamed, there were so many people on his side, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to capture the three of them alive.

This is really a loss of face, and in anger, they took out their guys one after another and greeted Zheng Feng and the three of them desperately.

No matter how good the kung fu is, it is just to take advantage of the empty-handed fight, and with such a group fight, no matter how good the kung fu is, it can't withstand the large number of people.

After a while, Zheng Feng and his two subordinates had a lot more openings, and blood was bubbling out.

At this time, the fourth man shouted, and the mountain knife in his hand had slashed at the back of one of Zheng Feng's men, and the man immediately screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

Immediately following Zheng Feng's other subordinates, they also fell in a pool of blood under the siege of the crowd, and Zheng Feng was the only one left on the field.

At this moment, he was covered in blood, and his chest, back, and arms were full of wounds, but he still clenched his teeth tightly, and his eyes were blood-red to fight with the people on Zhang Yang's side.

Zhang Yang was amazed, and he could really mix it step by step from the bottom, without a single soft stubble.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside, and one of Zhang Yang's subordinates who was watching the wind outside hurried in.

"Brother Yang, a large group of people suddenly came outside, and they are about to arrive here."

Zhang raised his eyebrows, neither surprised nor panicked.

Zheng Feng laughed and said: "Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang, fight with Lao Tzu, you are still a little tender after all." ”

Zhang Yang looked at Zheng Feng and said disapprerovingly: "You don't think that you can turn the tables when your people come, right?" Will you be able to see your men alive? ”

Zheng Feng suddenly took two steps back, took out a silver gun from his waist, and pointed it at the person in front of him.

Laughed wildly, "Do you think you can still kill me now?" ”

Zhang Yang was silent, sighed and said, "Since you have a gun, why didn't you take it out earlier?" ”

Zheng Feng's face was full of arrogance: "I took it out earlier, I'm afraid that even if I run out, I will be chased by your people." I wasn't sure I could escape from these bullets. ”

After all, the flamboyant information he got from Feng Jingyao was too amazing, so Zheng Feng didn't use the life-saving trick at the beginning.

Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and said, "Then if you take it out now, you will be sure to escape?" ”

Zheng Feng said: "My people have arrived, and there are still four bullets in my gun, although it is not much, but who wants to die?" Well? ”

None of Zhang Yangdao's subordinates moved, and Zheng Feng couldn't help laughing proudly when he saw that the crowd was suppressed by himself.

"Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang, you are still too tender after all. No matter how many of your men can fight, can they beat the bullets? Today, I, Zheng, will teach you this truth! ”

Saying that, Zheng Feng pointed his gun to the sky and said loudly: "You, now arrest Zhang Yang for me, I can consider letting you go." ”

The flamboyant man still stood in place, staring at Zheng Feng coldly, motionless.

Zheng Feng said angrily: "What? Do you all want to die? ”

"Poof!"

Zhang Yang on the side finally couldn't help laughing, and said lightly: "You think you have a gun?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Yigan's subordinates suddenly dropped the weapons in their hands one after another, touched their waists, and followed suit, and six or seven guns were aimed at Zheng Feng.

Zheng Feng's mouth opened wide in horror, as if he couldn't believe that all this in front of him was true.

This...... Where did these guys get so many firearms?

You must know that even yourself, after so many years, only have three or four firearms in your hands, and they are all homemade goods bought on the black market.

But these in the hands of Zhang Yang's subordinates, Zheng Feng could see that the grade was much higher than the ones he had.

Zheng Feng couldn't help but look at Zhang Yang in horror, "What is the origin of this guy?" ”

"How? Do you still think you can turn the tables around? ”

Zheng Feng's face suddenly erupted with an indescribable ferocity: "Even if I die, I will also bring you to the funeral!" ”

As he spoke, he had already aimed his gun at Zhang Yang.

But his fingers had just been forced, and the fourth child on the side had already pulled the trigger.

"Plop!"

Zheng Feng knelt on the ground, and the gun in his hand also fell to the ground, and the fourth child's shot did not kill him, but only hit him in the leg.

Zhang Yang walked over, put away Zhang Feng's silver gun, played with it, and commented: "Trash." ”

Throwing it to one of his subordinates, the office door was slammed open again.

A group of people was about to rush inside.

There are about 2 or 30 people in this group, all of whom are fierce men, and the two men led by them are even more vicious at first glance.

At this moment, as soon as they saw Zheng Feng kneeling on the ground, the two immediately took out their knives and roared: "If you don't want to die, let our boss go!" ”

When Zhang Yang's men saw this, the guns they had just put down were all raised again.

For a while, Zheng Feng's people were all dumbfounded, they had been mixed for so many years, and they had never seen a real firearm, let alone seen so many guns at once.

One by one, they stood on the spot, and they even forgot what they were here for.

"This ...... This...... How can there be so many, firearms? ”

Zhang Yang clapped his hands and said to his subordinates: "Go back and make way for you." ”

As he spoke, he beckoned to Zheng Feng's subordinates: "Come, all let Lao Tzu come in!" Whoever dares to run around, don't blame me for these brothers' guns! ”