Ma Scar is of Kokang ethnicity and was born on the Yunnan-Burmese border. When he was young, he brought his brother to the capital to fight the world, and after years of struggle, he became a famous demolition family in the capital and mastered a supply line to Tsarist Russia. The Beijing police have been paying attention to him for a long time, and they have been trying to arrest him but there is no conclusive evidence. The all-powerful people in the Yang Dynasty District can't help Ma Scar.

In the middle of every month, Ma Scar receives and sends money, and large sums of cash and transaction flows are placed in a safe weighing half a ton. Usually Ma Scar is very cautious and careful, and he has never made a mistake over the years. Yesterday, Gangzi not only snatched away the junior of Ma Scar, but also stole the safe.

Ma Scar was anxious, not only did there be half a billion cash in it, but there was also an encrypted USB disk in the mezzanine of the safe, which stored a lot of shady things.

Ma Scarzi stared at Qian Xiaolong and said in a cruel voice, "Where did Gangzi go??" ”

"I don't know!" Qian Xiaolong's eyes were blank: "I really don't know where he went!" ”

"If you don't see the coffin, you won't shed tears." Scar took a heavy puff on his cigar, his eyes cold: "Let him speak." The surrounding black suits swarmed up and reached out to grab Qian Xiaolong.

"Stop!" Luo Zhen rushed to Qian Xiaolong's side, staring at Ma Scar with sparkling eyes and said, "Brother Qian doesn't lie, he said he didn't know, he just didn't know." Why the hard work? ”

"I believe what he said! When I'm an idiot? The spark in Ma Scar's eyes flickered: "Don't be stupid, do it!" The black suits around him waved their big casserole fists and smashed them at Luo Zhen and Qian Xiaolong.

Can't go back anymore! Sparks flickered in Luo Zhen's eyes, and the Black Astringent Society couldn't deceive people too much! In anger, Luo Zhen let out a tiger roar, his fists were like electricity, blocking the big hand grabbed by the black suit and black suit, his left leg was the axis, his right leg was like a whip, and one by one the black suits were kicked and flew backwards.

"Roar!" The muscles of his whole body swelled, Luo Zhen's eyes lit up, he put on a fighting posture, and said word by word: "I'm here today, no one can touch him." ”

"Roar! I'm still a practitioner! Ma Scar pressed his cigar against the wall and scolded angrily: "It's all the dead!" Copy the guy and bleed him. ”

Brush! The black suits pulled out the glittering watermelon knives from their clothes, and their eyes flashed with fierce light. Ma Scar is a head-killing business, pinning his head to the waistband of his trousers every day, and his subordinates naturally raise gangs, kill people, and see blood outlaws. The situation was already tense, but the situation became even more tense after the knife.

Luo Zhen was not afraid, his fists were clenched, and his eyes were full of unyielding. If it weren't for the fear of shocking the world, Luo Zhen would want to change into flower armor now.

"Put the knife down!" An Siwei pulled the gun out of the holster, opened the safety and aimed at the horse scar.

Ma Scar's eyes were blood-red, and he patted his chest and shouted: "If you really have a kind of fight, you will fight here!" Lao Tzu blinked, it's your grandson. The black suits around him were all leaning forward, and the air was filled with the extremely strong smell of gunpowder.

"Master Scar, don't you just want my life!" Qian Xiaolong stood up slowly, the white gauze on his legs oozed blood, his originally pale face turned blue little by little, Qian Xiaolong said coldly, "I'll go with you." ”

"No!" Luo Zhen pulled Qian Xiaolong and said, "Boss, you can't go, they don't make sense at all." ”

Ma Scarzi's already bright red eyes were now even redder, and he glared at Luo Zhen and roared: "Boy, are you tired of life!" ”

"The rivers and lakes are in trouble, the rivers and lakes are over." Qian Xiaolong also patted Luo Zhen on the shoulder and said, "If I can't come back, remember to help me take care of my parents." ”

"I won't let you go." Luo Zhen pulled Qian Xiaolong behind him again: "I don't care what the rivers and lakes are, you have always taken care of me in school, and you have always been my boss in the dormitory." Today, I carried it. ”

Luo Zhen, whose family background is not good, was excluded by some students when he first entered the school. Luo Zhen, who has practiced martial arts since he was a child, was young and vigorous, and he started to move with others without saying a word, knocking others down with three punches and two kicks, and the school was furious and wanted to expel Luo Zhen. It was Qian Xiaolong who ran around, argued with reason, and found the most critical evidence to reverse the incident, and this kindness Luo Zhen will last a lifetime.

"You carry! Nittma is not eye-catching! Ma Scar finally lost control in anger, pointed at Luo Zhen and roared: "Kill him!" The black suits rushed over brandishing watermelon knives, and their faces were hideous, and the cold watermelon knives slashed at Luo Zhen murderously.

"All dead!" Luo Zhen did not flinch, but took two steps forward, his hands were like dragons, grabbed the wrists of the two black suits, and completed the empty-handed white blade in less than half a second. Luo Zhen shook his knives, held the watermelon knife back, and slashed forward with the back of the knife.

Boom boom! The watermelon knife and the watermelon knife collided in the void, and sparks flew out. Boom Boom! Luo Zhen, who didn't spare his hand, was as fierce as a tiger, slashing one person in half a step, and the knife was merciless. One by one, the sturdy black suits were cut to the ground, and Luo Zhen did not have a single general.

"Still a hard stubble!" Ma Scar's face turned blue with anger, and he roared angrily: "Ahhhh Get him ......"

Two short, dark-faced men in shabby camouflage uniforms walked in from outside the door, their eyes gloomy and their black hands holding two sharp knives behind their backs.

The taller one is called Ah Huh, and the lower one is called Ah Ha, who is an old brother who fights with Ma Scar, rushes from Yunnan and Burma to the golden area, and fights with the general's bodyguards without falling behind.

Luo Zhen threw the blunt watermelon knife on the ground and cautiously stared at the enemy opposite, they were dangerous, more dangerous than a leopard. A leopard, who is proficient in fighting techniques, is like a family dog, and Hum Ha Er will be a wild and untamed hungry wolf.

"Kill!" The two of them had four military thorns, blooming countless cold stars, stabbing at Luo Zhen's body layer upon layer.

"Good time!" Luo Zhen did not dodge, he still charged forward, his morale could not be discharged, in the face of such an experienced killer, it was another one-to-two, Luo Zhen understood that he had to fight quickly.

"Hah!" The man on the left saw that Luo Zhen was not closed, and his eyes flashed with different colors.

"Humph!" The man on the right clenched his teeth, and the military thorn in his hand stabbed hard at Luo Zhen's chest. The spurs are very hard and penetrating. Ah Hum used all his strength to pierce a three-centimeter-thick steel plate.

Here it comes! It's close! Luo Zhen did not dodge, and resisted with his flesh and blood. Flower armor that can block the warhead will definitely be able to block the military thorn.

Flutter! Luo Zhen stiffened two military thorns, grabbed the wrists of the second general Hum Ha with his left and right hands, and the huge force burst out, and there was an extremely crisp click sound in the ward, and Luo Zhen pinched off the wrist of the second general.

After snatching two military thorns, Luo Zhen rushed to Ma Scar's side with one arrow step, the sharp military thorn was on Ma Scar's neck, Luo Zhen said in a cold voice: "Let them go." ”

Ma Scar said unruly: "Boy, are you ...... to be ruthless with Lao Tzu?"

Swish! The sharp military thorn pierced the thigh of the horse scar, Luo Zhen stirred the military thorn with one hand, imprisoned the desperately struggling horse scar with the other, and said in his ear: "If you are barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, don't force me!" I'm crazy and even I'm scared of myself, and if I don't want to become a lame horse, I'd better be obedient. ”

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