For a moment, Blaze Seven almost thought he had misheard.

After reacting and making sure that the answer he heard was correct, he began to think that this absurd uncle of the Huangfu family who called his buddy was wrong.

Bump into it?

"Holy shit."

Even the expressionless No. 7 person of the Huangfu Family's Flame Force subconsciously swallowed and scolded when he confirmed this fact.

The crowd of people in front of you, alive, just crashing into it?

The underworld also has its own rules, this blood-stained, bloody and dark circle, robbing money, food, women, knives and guns to play with connections, conspiracies, tricks, deceit, generally can't escape the rules of success and defeat, there are few real blood feuds, killing people to see blood, just a means to win victory.

But what is this young head of the Wang family doing?

Directly commanding the convoy, using these iron guys to hit the living, and going to war without saying a word?

Why didn't both sides get off the bus and rush together?

The world is so crazy.

Flame Seven scolded, swallowed with some difficulty, as if a little uncertain, and asked again: "Bump into it?" ”

"Bump."

Wang Fuxing said neatly, in a very light tone, when he said this, he had already fastened his seat belt, and after pulling it casually, he accentuated his tone and laughed softly: "All of them were killed!" ”

The dark side of Blaze Seven's heart burst out in an instant.

He was not a good man and a woman, and the devil in his heart was suddenly and completely released with Wang Fuxing's domineering and ruthless orders.

Holding the precious steering wheel, which he can only hold once in his life, Seven's face was also a little distorted, looking at the crowd that was getting closer and closer to the convoy.

Slam on the gas!

The low-key appearance, revealing luxury and luxury, giving people a gentle and elegant feeling on almost any occasion, the Silver Spirit series Rolls-Royce instantly turned into a fierce beast!

The engine roars and roars!

Accelerate, accelerate!

The frolic meter and the mai number meter are beating up wildly together, and the former is getting faster and faster in the process of rising and falling!

Sixty miles, eighty miles, breaking a hundred!

Rolls Royce instantly rushed into the square and crashed into the dense crowd that had already shown its blades.

Behind Rolls Royce, rows of Audi A6Ls accelerated at the same time.

The turbocharged engines are high and low, and the momentum is huge!

The crowd who was still waiting to fight with the legendary Wang Shao looked at each other.

Eventual chaos!

The square is open, and apart from a small fountain square in the center with a column of water spraying upwards, there are almost no obstacles on the stone-paved ground.

This is indeed a good place to fight, using these peripheral non-core personnel to consume the main force of the Wang family, and the abacus of the Bamboo Union Gang can be regarded as a crackling.

It's just that who would have thought that the young man, who was called a madman himself, would once again do crazy things that challenge the limits of people's imagination?

Dozens of cars rushed into the crowd.

The throttle has been stepped on the bottom, and there is no slowdown!

The wide front of the Rolls Royce raced forward against the crowd.

Dozens of A6Ls behind him slammed the steering wheel at the moment of hitting people, changing the angle of the body, so that the vehicles in the back rushed into the hell of some flesh and blood at the first time, even if the two cars collided occasionally, it was bound to be mixed with the corpses of the peripheral members of the Bamboo Union Gang.

Everyone in the Wang family had red eyes, and the whole person rolled forward with the wheels, looking at the work in front of them and glancing at the blood-red automatic wipers on the glass, everyone was in a surreal state.

It's like playing in a playground with bumper cars that can collide with impunity.

It's like playing a violent game where you can ram into pedestrians and buildings at will!

The black body was instantly smeared with a layer of bewitching and poignant blood!

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the screams of terrible despair rang out non-stop.

Dozens of Audis and a Rolls Royce recklessly ran over and collided in the crowd.

Everyone is fantasizing about becoming the big brother who controls black power, but which little minion, when in a fight, isn't life thinner than paper?

The fountain in the center of the square is still shooting water droplets, beautiful in the neon lights.

But the square is full of horror pictures full of extreme crime and blood!

It's not a scramble, it's not a grabbing for profit.

This is a naked slaughter!

The Wang family, Wang Fuxing, who has never fallen in the wind and rain again and again, has fully expressed his attitude.

Make a clean sweep of!

Don't talk about the slightest affection.

The real rush is exterminating, and the heart is ruthless!

Devil!

At the back of the square, on the top floor of the Bamboo Union Building, several underworld brothers who witnessed this tragedy all had trembling legs, their faces were pale, and the urge to urinate in their bladders became heavier and heavier.

"Wang Fuxing has fallen into the devil, and the entire Wang family has fallen into the devil. They are not people! This bunch of inhuman bastards, they should have been shot ten times, no, a hundred! ”

Sun Mozhu, the person in charge of the Huating branch of the Bamboo Union Gang, said in horror, trembling violently with his tone, trembling, the picture downstairs, almost, no, is sure, it must be the most cruel and evil picture he has ever seen in his life!

A barely complete body, corpses that had been crushed into minced flesh countless times, pools of blood and brains, non-stop screams of despair, German cars stained with heavy blood and minced flesh.

The water column on the fountain square is still clear.

But this scene of hell worse than hell fell in Sun Mozhu's eyes, but he was surprisingly not angry.

He just wanted to cry, and he wanted to cry when he was scared.

He told himself over and over again in his heart that this was not true, but the screams pierced through the air, through the glass, directly into his ears, like a sharp knife, making his spirit almost collapse.

"I... I withdraw from this operation, I want to go back to Taiwan, and I will never set foot on the mainland from now on. ”

One of the eldest brothers of Taiwan's Tiandao Alliance could no longer find any blood on his face, and his eyes were terrified to the extreme.

He is not stupid after all, as long as he is in the great Celestial Empire, the forces that dare to act like this and are still immortal and immortal must be supported by the government in secret.

Driving these outsiders out of Huating, or even from the south, is not only the meaning of the Wang family, but may even be the meaning of the government.

No matter what, he didn't want to play anymore, he didn't dare to play anymore.

In front of everyone's eyes, a ruthless man with a height of nearly 1.8 meters and a weight of nearly 200 catties kept retreating, and finally held his head, squatted on the ground, hugged his head and cried.

This is a kind of mental pressure that can torture people who can collapse and even frighten to death.

Human life was in front of them, in front of the galloping and roaring Audis, like ants.

This is an exaggeration.

But this picture is unusually realistic in everyone's eyes.

The man who was crying with his head in his arms suddenly got up and stumbled downstairs, muttering to himself in an attempt to escape.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

Sun Mozhu's arm trembled violently and took out his gun, and a shot directly pierced the back of the opponent's head.

The eldest brothers in the room looked at each other, and in extreme horror, they just watched the corpse of the person in charge of the Heavenly Dao Alliance fall to the ground, and even lost the ability to think.

"No one is allowed to run away! Those who support us will come, I believe, believe me, they will come, we will not die, victory is ours, Huating is also ours! ”

Sun Mozhu held the gun and shouted, the muzzle of the gun was upward, and he unconsciously pulled the trigger, the gunshot kept ringing out, and the recoil shook his palms numb.

On the square ahead.

The sound gradually subsided.

Hundreds of people were scattered, leaving behind corpses and blood.

The front of the car is just slightly deformed inside the Rolls Rouss.

Flame Seven's body was also trembling, frightened, excited, and emotionally different, almost schizophrenic.

Wang Fuxing silently unbuttoned his seat belt, looked at the car window that was completely covered by blood, sighed, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath.

Huangfu, who had closed his eyes since the car re-entered the square, was silent for a long time before taking a deep breath, his face was also a little pale, and he muttered to himself, "There will be retribution." ”

"Retribution? I gave them a chance, but they didn't leave, they didn't cooperate, they stayed and waited for death, and I would be punished if I didn't kill. ”

Wang Fuxing sneered indifferently, took another puff of cigarette, and took a big puff, which was enough to see that his heart was also uneasy: "I think about it, no matter what the attitude of the high-level towards the Wang family is, at least as you said, old man, no matter how many people I kill today, it will be fine." If you really want to liquidate, at least you have to wait until a few decades later, and I can't grasp that game of chess, how to end it, who wins and who loses, so I can only take risks again, but I don't bother to think about what will happen after so long. ”

Wang Fuxing's tone paused for a moment, and then he said firmly and indifferently: "But tonight, I want to conquer Huating!" It doesn't matter how many people die. ”

Huangfu Fusheng felt chills all over his body, and the degree of madness of Wang Fuxing at this moment even surpassed that of Wang Canglan back then!

Is the Wang family a hero?

But what he did tonight was really what the hero did?

Wang Fuxing took a deep breath, grabbed the pitch-black frenzy that was put aside, and asked jokingly: "Old man, get out of the car and take a look?" ”

Huangfu shook his head unsurprisingly and refused.

Wang Fuxing took a big sip again, and muttered to himself: "What you don't understand, you don't understand, the current situation of the Wang family, I can't help but be ruthless, I want to live, I am destined to die a lot of people, but I still want to live, I live very well." ”

He sighed and pushed the door open.

Sticky blood dripped from the roof of the car and landed on top of his bloodstained white suit.

Under his feet was sticky blood.

This night, it was really a blue sky when I stepped on the bones of the corpse.

Wang Fuxing stepped on the blood, walked slowly, and finally stood at the fountain in the center of the square.

Looking up, looking at the clear column of water, holding the frenzy, stunned.

Behind them, Audi cars kept opening.

The main force of the Wang family, which has a considerable number of people, gathered behind Wang Fuxing.

There was a lot of flesh and blood in the square, and they continued to drive on a rampage, and they were even a little unstable.

Wang Fuxing waved his hand and said quietly: "Surround the cars on the side of the road in the square and form a line, the larger the range, the better." ”

Maybe someone else will come.

Since Wang Fuxing has already gotten out of the car, he must ensure the safety of the square, at least to prevent the opponent from driving the car over and crushing the main force of the Wang family like him.

Tonight's Huating, the whole city is under martial law.

Zhang Guolin, secretary of the municipal party committee, Liu Weiguo, mayor of Huating, and Chen Hualou, deputy secretary of the municipal party committee, all showed great courage proportional to their level, but Wang Fuxing would not be naïve to think that the government would support him unconditionally.

To solve the grievances that have accumulated for many years in the underground society of Huating at one time, it doesn't matter how many people die tonight, but how many people the enemy kills themselves, the government may not mind.

The Wang family's driver acted quickly.

In less than five minutes, dozens of Audis lined up horizontally on the road, trying to enter the square, but now they had to walk.

On the street behind, the headlights are on again.

At this time, the vehicles that appeared in Huating, especially in this position, must not be ordinary people.

More than a dozen buses were speeding close to the square.

Close to the building.

Wang Fuxing looked up at the water droplets in front of him and whispered to himself, "I want to win." I want to live, and the Wang family must also live. ”

More than a dozen buses stopped on the periphery of the square.

A large crowd all jumped out of the car.

At the same time, inside the Bamboo Union Building, a large number of core personnel also went downstairs and entered the square.

The unpleasant smell of blood in the air was disgusting.

A young and handsome man entered the square with a large number of people, frowning, looking at the shocking bloodstains and corpses on the ground, and the look of horror in his eyes flashed.

The hundreds of people behind him, who were originally imposing, were all silent.

A large number of people gradually approached, surrounding Wang Fuxing and the main force of the Wang family he brought.

Sun Mozhu's Bamboo Union Gang, as well as the Hong Kong and Taiwan underworld.

Chris personally led the main mafia that was originally used to help Wang Fuxing deal with God and the Chariot Organization.

Attacking the Wang family back and forth.

The scene was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the ordinary figure standing on the steps and looking at the fountain water column, and their hearts were complicated.

Wang Fuxing, who didn't know what he was thinking, turned around, squinted, looked at Chris, who was pale, smiled slightly, and said lightly: "You are late, if you come a little earlier, you may see a very wonderful show." ”

The corners of Chris's mouth twitched violently, he glanced deeply at Wang Fuxing, turned his head, looked at Sun Mozhu, who was a little colorless, and a group of characters in the underworld of Hong Kong and Taiwan behind him, took a deep breath, and bowed suddenly.

A standard ninety-degree bow.

The arrogant mafia heir of the Connor family straightened up, stared at Sun Mozhu with burning eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Sorry, I'm late." ”

At that moment, Sun Mozhu, who originally scolded Chris for blood, did not beg for mercy from the Wang family because of the Rothschild family's orders, and his eyes were moist.

What a touching picture.

Wang Fuxing's calm voice sounded again, still facing Chris, and said with a light smile: "Late?" Are you in a hurry? How about I give you a ride? ”

He stood on the steps.

With its back to the fountain water column.

Slowly pulled out the pitch-black frenzy in his hand, squinted his eyes, and ordered softly.

"Kill!" ——

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