Xiao Ting was shocked by this shock, fainted, and slipped off Zhang Shun's back, Zhang Shun hurriedly pulled her on her shoulder and continued to run forward.

With such a delay, the lead he had built up when he was speeding on the roof just now was gone, and an iron rod flew over and hit Zhang Shun's waist, smashing him to the point of staggering under his feet.

At this time, it was already more than two o'clock in the morning, there was not a single pedestrian on the road, even there were few vehicles, and Officer Xiao's car was parked at the corner of the street, which had been smashed beyond recognition.

There were people hanging on the front and rear glasses of the car, and there were a few lying next to them, and there were a few steel pipes and baseball bats on the ground.

Hearing the shouts coming from Qingyang Road, Officer Xiao hurriedly flicked the cigarette butt in his hand out, and saw Zhang Shun carrying Xiao Ting from a distance, behind the two was the black crowd chasing, Officer Xiao picked up the pipe on the ground and smashed it into the crowd, just wanted to meet it, but saw Zhang Shun directly throw Xiao Ting at himself.

caught Xiao Ting, Officer Xiao sat on the ground, only to hear Zhang Shun say: "Run, send to the hospital, I'll block it." After saying this, he turned around and walked back to Qingyang Street, stopping in the middle of the street.

Officer Xiao got up from the ground and stared blankly at the strange scene in front of him - Zhang Shun stood alone at the corner of the street, and in front of him were hundreds of people with various weapons, with no end in sight, crowding the entire street.

Zhang Shun turned around and saw that Officer Xiao was still in place, and said impatiently: "Go and go, I still need you to worry about it?" Two or three of these kittens and puppies are not enough for me to see, don't stay here to add a burden to me, and call me tomorrow. The tone is very much like an old classmate saying goodbye after a party and a few more sips.

Officer Xiao looked at Zhang Shun's back, then looked at Xiao Ting in his hand, gritted his teeth and turned around and ran away, the last picture he saw was that Zhang Shun didn't know where to find a bottle of wine, poured half of it on his head, and drank the remaining half of the bottle.

After Xiao Ting fell asleep earlier, Zhang Shun analyzed the reason for his previous loss of consciousness in the bar, and it was very clear that the loud noise was the trigger, but he didn't know why he turned into a "berserker" after hearing the noise.

The sound of the shotgun must have been the loudest heaviest tonight, but he didn't feel anything unusual after the bartender fired the shot; When the people on the second floor heard the noise, they fired four shots in a row, and he didn't have any disgust, and he even missed the continuous gunshots.

The irrepressible sense of anger only appeared after the person who held Xiao Ting hostage yelled, and only three things happened before that: the palm edge was cut by the falling glass ballast, the wine was poured on the head, and the footsteps of the gunman were listened to with bated breath.

With this analysis, it is easy to understand - the rage must have something to do with wine.

Drizzling half a bottle of wine on his body and half a bottle of wine in his stomach, Zhang Shun put on his fist gloves and waited nervously, but a minute passed, but nothing happened, only his stomach was burned very uncomfortably by the high degree of vodka.

Qingyang Road is terrifyingly quiet, the Qinghong Gang has an absolute numerical advantage, but no one takes the initiative to come forward, everyone has seen the scene of Zhang Shun hitting two people on the roof, and heard the loud sound of him smashing when he jumps down, and no one wants to be the first to rush up.

A fire suddenly appeared on a roof on the right, and a gunshot rang out, Zhang Shun's body shook violently, and he threw his fist out on the roof.

The gloves slammed into the edge of the roof, smashing bricks everywhere, and the gunman on the roof lay on the ground screaming and rolling with his eyes covered, blood gushing from between his fingers.

The bullet went into Zhang Shun's right rib and stayed inside his body.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, the Qinghong Gang also moved, and everyone shouted at the same time and rushed towards Zhang Shun, much like the starting line of a marathon of 10,000 people.

Zhang Shun stretched out his right hand to the landing point of the fist glove, and the fist glove of his left hand was thrown towards the crowd, and the fist glove flew more than ten meters after hitting the crowd before stopping, and everyone who was touched was lying on the ground screaming.

The crowd was crowded, and the gap made by the fist gloves was quickly filled by the people next to him, and then Zhang Shun recalled the fist gloves and pulled out a bigger gap.

The two fist gloves rose one after another, shooting at the crowd in different directions, almost every time they went back and forth, they could hurt more than a dozen people, but there were too many people, and there were only two fist gloves, and the encirclement gradually narrowed, and finally, the person who was pushed to the front raised the weapon in his hand with a frightened face.

Don't dare to throw the boxing gloves again, Zhang Shun put the boxing gloves on his hands and began to resist the other party's siege, the shortcomings of the large number of people showed - up to five people attacked him at the same time, with the exercise in the back mountains for two days, Zhang Shun was quite comfortable dealing with such a situation.

"Why hasn't it been reactive? Could it be that Lao Tzu is going to confess here today? After the left arm was opened by a knife, Zhang Shun thought like this, and there were a lot of shouts and screams in his ears, but he didn't have the same irritability as he had in the bar before.

He regretted drinking too much, he knew that he should have taken two sips of his surname, but now he was just a little dizzy, and if he was dazzled, it would be over.

The unskilled Wuyang Qun Tiger Fist is almost powerless, Zhang Shun is completely supported by his inexhaustible physical strength and the weight of the boxing gloves, his head is knocked open a lot, and his arms are broken a lot, but the wounds on his body are gradually increasing.

The heart is beating faster, the face is redder, the movements are getting slower, and the steps are getting more and more chaotic...... The gangs of the Qinghong Gang could see that Zhang Shun was gradually losing his support, but he was still trying to retreat.

No one is willing to step forward, which is also the reason why Zhang Shun has persisted until now, everyone knows that the blood mist that erupts from time to time is not a movie special effect, everyone within a radius of ten meters is stuck to the blood or skull of their companions, and the center of the encirclement exudes a strong smell of blood.

Playing and fighting, Zhang Shun's expression suddenly became colorful, sometimes joyful, sometimes sad, his face was already covered with blood, so these people could only see the expression, not the changes on his face.

Zhang Shun's heart is so happy! It's finally here, it's finally taking effect, and it turns out that the key is just to relax the body.

Listening to the movement in the bar, his attention is completely focused on hearing, his body is extremely relaxed, and it is easy to be "controlled", and when facing hundreds of enemies, everyone will be a little nervous, and after the battle, the nerves are tense all the time, and he can't relax at all.

It was only after the alcohol had fully worked and his mind became blurred that the feeling of irritability resurfaced in his mind.

Zhang Shun tried to relax his body as much as possible, not thinking about anything, so that as soon as he drew his face, various expressions began to appear, and at the same time, the movements of his limbs became flexible again, and the power of his fist also increased a lot.

The expression gradually decreases, and eventually disappears completely, and the absence of expression is also an expression - indifference.

Probably because of the fact that he drank too much wine this time, the red marks on Zhang Shun's face were much more obvious than in the bar, and even began to emit a faint red light.

The first person to notice this situation screamed and desperately retreated, but fortunately he retreated, and the fist glove brushed his nose and swung it over, and the strong wind even blew a small hole in the tip of his nose, and then he saw the person whose face would glow red suddenly jump.

Zhang Shun jumped extremely high, at least five meters, and after drawing a beautiful parabola in the air, he smashed into the crowd, and then a circle of blood plasma rose into the sky like a fountain in that position,

Zhang Shun was spinning, his arms were stretched out in a small arc up and down, much like the kind of octopus in the playground, and the power of this move was no less than the propeller of the helicopter, and the weapon he touched was either bent or broken, and it flew mercilessly in all directions, as for the human body, it naturally could not escape the fate of flesh and blood.

Zhang Shun didn't just stand in place and spin, his feet were still moving, the people closest to him were covered with the flesh and blood of their companions, squeezing back hard, but the crowd was too dense, and the speed of retreat was much slower than Zhang Shun's......

After the number of people around him decreased, Zhang Shun would jump to another place and continue to rotate and move, anyway, he would jump wherever there were more people.

Gaps were made, Zhang Shun - at least his body was harvesting the lives of the Qinghong Gang to the fullest, the efficiency was extremely high, the number of people on the street was rapidly decreasing, and half of the street was dyed red.

The rest of the people began to run away, but the bars here were crowded one after another, and there were no narrow alleys to drill at all, Zhang Shun turned around for a while and did not hit anyone, stopped and immediately began to throw gloves.

This time, the power of the throwing gloves and the speed of recovering them were much faster than before, and it only took about a second for the gloves to fly out and retract, which meant that he could kill a person every second.

From hundreds to dozens of people, it took less than twenty minutes for a thick layer of minced meat to accumulate on the street, and not a single intact body could be found.

Chased from the street to the end of the street, and after the fist gloves passed through the chest of the last man, Zhang Shun finally stopped.

Qingyang Road is a slope, he is standing at the top of the slope at this time, in front of a row of high-end cars, all the lights are shining on Zhang Shun, and countless submachine guns are aimed at his head.

"Smack...... Syllable...... ......A person slowly clapped his palms and walked to a place less than ten meters in front of Zhang Shun, the headlights were dazzling, Zhang Shun could only see his silhouette, this person was followed by a tall person, it was the current leader of the Qinghong Gang, Xu Hao's father Xu Hongping.

Xu Hongping was half a head taller than the person who clapped his hands, but he always stood behind the side of this, not daring to stand side by side with this person.

"You're Zhang Shun, right? My name is Shen Jing, and I am a ...... The founder of the Qinghong Gang, it can also be said that it is the guardian saint, you are so powerful, why don't you join the Qinghong Gang? After following me, of course, saying that you are powerful is only relatively speaking, you will never be able to kill me. The clapping man spoke, and Xu Hongping, who was behind him, didn't say a word, bowing his head respectfully.