Jack Drop! As the name suggests, it is to fall with the force of a thousand catties.

This is a kind of pile gong from Shaolin, and the strength of the fall can weigh thousands of catties.

Although Yan Murong's jack pendant could not reach the weight of a thousand catties, this moment made the dilapidated van creak.

"What are you doing, be honest." The policeman in the co-pilot was stunned for a moment, and his finger was also on the trigger, as long as Yan Murong made something out of line, he would shoot immediately.

Yan Murong didn't speak, the corners of his mouth outlined a strange arc, and suddenly pushed Su Qingwu to the side, and then, a silver light shot towards the young woman sitting behind.

Ignoring the screams coming from behind, another silver needle pierced his eye before the co-pilot policeman could shoot.

"Bang!"

The gun went off. The policeman was in pain, but his finger still pulled the trigger, but Yan Murong took the first step and punched him on the wrist holding the gun, the muzzle of the gun was offset, and the bullet hit the head of the policeman who was driving, and for a while, blood spurted out.

When the policeman endured the pain in his eyes and was about to raise his hand to shoot, Yan Murong had already subdued the young woman behind him, and he snatched the gun in his hand, and raised his hand to shoot the policeman twice.

"Bang bang—"

After the gunshot, both fake policemen were shot in the head, but the car accelerated sharply and staggered all the way under the roadbed.

"Jump." Yan Murong didn't have time to control the car, so he opened the door on the side of the van, picked up Su Qingwu, kicked his legs hard, and the two flew out of the carriage.

This kind of scene, which can only be seen in movies, made Su Qingwu frightened and didn't dare to move, his eyes were tightly closed, and he let Yan Murong hold him in his arms, only to feel his body constantly rolling and spinning, and it took a while to stop.

"Miss Su, can you get up?"

At this time, Su Qingwu felt that there was heat in his ears constantly drilling in, and then, Yan Murong's voice came out. When I opened my eyes, I found that the two were lying in the green belt on the side of the road, and the police car also crashed headlong into a tree on the side of the road because no one was controlling it, and the whole front of the car was flattened. Looking down at Yan Murong again, Su Qingwu suddenly panicked.

At this time, Su Qingwu had no scars on her body at all, but Yan Murong's image was miserable. A new dress that he had only put on this morning was covered with mud, and it looked as if it had been cut by a knife, and there were tattered cuts everywhere, and Yan Murong's hands were also drenched in blood from grinding when he rolled on the ground after jumping out of the car.

In an instant, Su Qingwu felt that her nose was sour, and the tears fell down in large pieces.

Obviously, when the two of them jumped out of the high-speed car and rolled on the ground, it was Yan Murong who protected her and kept her from being injured in the slightest.

"You-"

"Don't talk about it." Yan Murong smiled bitterly, knowing what Su Qingwu wanted to say, but still interrupted her words and said. "You get up first, I'm fine."

"Oh." Su Qingwu flipped off Yan Murong's body, then pulled him up from the ground again, and looked at Yan Murong's hands full of blood and dirt with a distressed expression, and tears fell down again. Thinking about the situation in the car just now, Su Qingwu was even more moved.

At the moment when Yan Murong made his move, he didn't protect himself first, but pushed her away first, and controlled the young woman who pointed a gun at her head before he took action against the police in the co-pilot.

"Y-how are you?"

"It's fine." Yan Murong smiled, glanced at the sparse police car that had hit, and said. "Let's go first, it's not easy to stop cars in this place." "But, your hand—"

"The hand is fine." Yan Murong moved his wrist and said. "It's just a little bit of skin."

Su Qingwu naturally didn't believe it, and insisted on taking Yan Murong's hand and examining it carefully, and found that it was really just a little bit of skin, so she was relieved, and her eyes gradually became extremely cold, looking at Yan Murong and asking. "Who's that woman?"

"I don't know." Yan Murong didn't hide it either, and said. "I only know that her surname is Zhu, it seems to be from the Northeast, and some time ago I attended a drinking party with my sister-in-law, and there was a bit of friction."

"Zhu Huifang." Su Qingwu spat out three words in his mouth. "Chairman of Shenhe Mining."

"Mining?" Yan Murong asked in surprise.

"Coal Mine." Su Qingwu nodded. "More than 70 percent of the coal mines in the entire Northeast are in her hands."

"Sounds amazing." Yan Murong smacked his lips and said.

"And that's only in the Northeast." Su Qingwu said coldly. "I don't care what she does in her land, but this is Yanjing, dare to beat my husband's idea, I don't know how to let her die."

Looking at Su Qingwu's murderous face, Yan Murong smiled, touched his nose, and said. "Why does it sound like you're going to stage a good show of a beautiful woman chasing the murderer for a hero?"

"So what?" Su Qingwu said. "If she dares to do something to you, you must know the consequences as soon as possible."

"She's not in Yanjing now, is she?" Yan Murong asked.

"What if you're not there?" Su Qingwu smiled disdainfully. "After the New Year, let's go to the Northeast."

"Knock on the door?"

"Knock on the door!" ――

If you have a vengeance, you don't want to revenge, Yan Murong is a villain, or the kind of villain who doesn't stay overnight if you have a vengeance, and you will report it on the spot, even if Su Qingwu doesn't say it, he has to find a chance to get the field back - the one who makes him bleed, he will usually drain the other party's blood.

This road is very remote, and there are very few vehicles passing by, and the two of them walked for almost twenty minutes before they stopped a small truck pulling vegetables, went to the city to buy a set of clothes for Yan Murong, and went to the hospital to dispose of the injured hands, and then took a taxi back to the farmers' market.

In the northeast, in a luxury villa, Zhu Huifang sat on the sofa with an iron face, but the ground was scattered with mobile phone parts that had turned into pieces.

"Failed?" Larson asked, sitting across from her, sipping his coffee.

"No one answered the phone." Zhu Huifang gritted her teeth and said.

"That's a failure." Larson said with a smile. "This person has always had good luck and good kung fu, your method can deal with ordinary people, but it is not enough to deal with him."

"You investigated him?" Zhu Huifang asked.

"Of course." Larson said. "If you don't even know who your opponent is, how can you deal with him?"

"What can you do?"

"Nope." Larsson shook his head, and said with a sudden change of words. "Soon, though, there's a way - wait, it won't be long before he'll find himself at the door."

PS: 4 is over, I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival again!