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Twenty years ago, Monk Longxiang's status in the Qin family was definitely not weaker than Tang Qianjun's status in the Tang family now, and it was very appropriate to describe it in four words, and he was called the butcher of the Qin family by the outside world, and it was the main combat power that could not be ignored.

Reckless thugs are all belligerent, but if a person's force value is in a terrifying realm, it is a fierce general.

Zhang Liang, Guan Yu, Zhao Zilong can go down in history, Zhang Fei and Xu Chu are not the same as the Three Kingdoms? Who would dare to look down on it? Handsome talents with both civil and military skills have been rare since ancient times, as long as they have absolute strength in their hands, they are still not weaker than others.

Qin Sheng has never disdained conspiracy, a man with mediocre qualifications can become an absolute master, destined to sacrifice most of his time and energy to do other things, he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and before the age of forty, he has basically become a slave of power, does not marry a wife, does not have children, practices martial arts and kills, and fights for the family!

In that era more than 20 years ago, the huge Qin family had the largest number of killings by Qin Sheng! The murderous spirit is the strongest, and the killing machine is the most prosperous.

More than 20 years later, the monk Longxiang is also a character who is not good at intrigue and trickery, self-cultivation and chanting Buddha for so long, it doesn't mean that he really doesn't have a temper, the clay man still has three points of anger, Qin Sheng was treated like this for the first time in his life, and the anger and anger that had been hidden in his heart for many years instantly exploded!

The sound of Amitabha Buddha was like a harsh winter, and the tone was gloomy, making people cold to the bones.

But Wang Fuxing was not afraid at all, and directly threw out a sentence: "Get out!" ”

Crisp and clean.

Longxiang monk Huo Ran raised his head, his eyes were like electricity, and he quietly straightened his body, and his momentum was like a mountain!

The sneer in Wang Fuxing's eyes was even worse, his grandfather, who has now been in the coffin and slept peacefully, told him the simplest truth since he was a child: as a man, you can be afraid of anything, but you can't be afraid of difficulties, power, and strong enemies!

The road to rejuvenation is full of thorns, and the slightest carelessness is a situation from which there will be no recovery.

Wang Fuxing has always done a good job, and even once the bastard crazy character buried deep in his bones breaks out, he is not afraid of anything! Not afraid of the three talents, not afraid of ghosts and gods, he has only one goal, which is to revivenation! Now that he has started, what he has to do is not to look back, keep going, and be unswerving.

"Draw your gun!"

Wang Fuxing did not hesitate at all, and shouted in a deep voice, his eyes cold.

As soon as the words fell, the shooter standing beside him was the first to take out the USP that had followed her for many years, and the dozens of people around Long Xiang moved in unison, and the next moment, the dozens of snatches were all aimed at Long Xiang's body, and his fingers were on the trigger.

At swords' points!

Long Xiang's already gray eyebrows jumped suddenly, his expression was silent, but his heart was shocked.

Firearms.

This has always been something strictly forbidden by the government, once a large number of them flow into the society, it will definitely greatly endanger social stability, the Qin family itself is the largest arms dealer in the Celestial Empire, and the monk Longxiang has seen a lot of guns and artillery before becoming a monk, but it is the first time that so many guns are pointed at him together.

Monk Longxiang stood still and sighed slightly, it seems that Tang Qianjun's actions tonight really stimulated this Wang family kid, and he used firearms on a large scale, which clearly meant that he wanted to play a big game, he was 100% convinced that as long as he dared to act a little, the notoriously crazy bastard young man not far away from him would directly order the shooting.

He can handle one gun, and two will do.

But what if it's dozens? A casual burst of shooting with his eyes closed is enough to explain him here.

The corners of Long Xiang's mouth hooked, and he laughed at himself, he was really ruthless and crazy enough.

The dragon head short knife was inserted on the ground less than one meter away from the front of the monk Longxiang, and now it has stopped shaking, the blade is clear, the cold light is shining, as long as you bend down slightly, you can start, Longxiang hesitated slightly, shook his head, took a step back, and folded his hands.

"Make way for the master and let him go."

Wang Fuxing said coldly, killing this monk now is obviously an extraneous branch, he is not afraid of things, but it does not mean that he likes to cause trouble, let the situation develop in his established direction, why not? Since Long Xiang has regressed, Wang Fuxing doesn't mind going down the steps, his goal tonight is only Tang Qianjun, so that the Tang family will be severely hurt once, this old monk, it is okay to kill or not.

The few people surrounding Long Xiang instantly let go of their bodies, silent and silent, these are the most elite characters under Zhang Sheng, they dare not say anything, but they can be regarded as well-trained and trustworthy in terms of loyalty.

"Amitabha, Tang Qianjun's life is unfinished, he is one of the core figures of the Tang family. The poor monk asked Wang Shao for a favor on behalf of the Qin family, is it okay? ”

Long Xiang said quietly.

On behalf of the Qin family!

Wang Fuxing's heart was awe-inspiring, it seemed that the monk in front of him was also an important figure in the Qin family, fortunately there was no impulse just now, otherwise as soon as he died, when the Qin family and the Xia family cooperated, there might be some major variables, although he was happy in his heart, Wang Fuxing refused to show weakness at all, and his eyes played with taste: "What about this dragon head?" ”

"If Wang Shao likes it, just take it."

Long Xiang replied with a straight look, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Very good, I like this knife, Tang Qianjun's life, I also like it. Tonight, the master moved the crowd to come, and I can't let me go home empty-handed because of the master's words, Tang Qianjun is afraid that he will not have a chance with Buddhism, and the master is light. ”

Wang Fuxing squinted his eyes and said gloomily, only talking about Buddhism, not mentioning the Qin family, and took a step forward gently.

"Amitabha."

Long Xiang recited the Buddha's name lightly, with a compassionate and compassionate look on his face, he slowly retreated, his expression was not regretful or angry, the Wang family kid in front of him was ruthless and decisive, the Tang family was also not easy to mess with, he saved Tang Qianjun's life tonight, and now he is maneuvering around it, it can be regarded as the Qin family selling Tang Tianyao's favor, but it is a pity for Tang Qianjun.

He sighed softly, no longer hesitated, and his body quickly retreated, unhindered.

The night was as deep as ink, and the black clothes gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

Wang Fuxing's expression was calm, and he slowly came to the dragon head, and with a lift of his toes, the blade of the knife flew up instantly, and it fell into Wang Fuxing's hands.

"The dragon head is indeed a good knife."

Jian San sincerely admired, there will never be a magic weapon in this world that can have an independent consciousness and communicate with people, a good sword and a good sword, the first is to pay attention to the forging material, to seek a sharp, and the second, to focus on the potential!

The sword is originally a murder weapon, killing people and drinking blood to cut off the head, killing too much, and the weapon itself carries a kind of knife or sword momentum, which is what ordinary people call wildness and ferocity.

This faucet, whether it is material or momentum, should be perfect!

"How about this knife for the Twins?"

Wang Fuxing said softly, sounding the figure of Tang Qianjun who was silently holding the army and fighting to the death without fear of death, that kind of combat method, even Wang Fuxing, who was scolded as a madman, was shocked in his heart.

"That little girl, suitable for using knives, the dragon's head is in her hand, which is enough to improve her combat effectiveness."

Jian San pondered seriously for a while before giving an answer.

"A famous knife meets a beloved. Suitable. ”

The shooter who rarely spoke with Wang Fuxing's side also spoke, there has never been disputes and intrigues in the zodiac, only simple friendship, this knife is indeed suitable for twins, and the shooter will naturally not be stingy with words, and ask for this weapon for his good sister.

Wang Fuxing nodded and mumbled.

A group of people had already turned a corner and had come to the door of the Tang family's sanatorium.

Wang Fuxing raised his head and looked at the gate in front of him that was not listed, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was extremely bloody.

"Zhang Sheng."

Wang Fuxing shouted softly.

Zhang Sheng, who was not outstanding in the crowd with his group of brothers, immediately stood up. "Take your men and kill them for me! Except for Tang Qianjun, everyone else will be killed! ”

Wang Fuxing said coldly, his eyes were full of indifference, the courtyard of the sanatorium is not big, a four-story building, but the interior of the courtyard is arranged with ingenuity, rockery, pond and grove, the scenery is beautiful, it looks refreshing, and such a cumbersome arrangement, there is one biggest advantage: suitable for ambush and dark whistle!

As long as people with brains know that it is impossible to have no defensive force here, but how strong this force is, Wang Fuxing does not have accurate information, and Wang Fuxing, who is now full of killing, does not need these.

Zhang Sheng's eyes flashed, and he said yes without hesitation, waved his hand, and the twenty or thirty elites under him moved forward neatly, took out their guns, and suddenly broke into the door.

Wang Fuxing stood outside the door, but he was in charge of life and death.

At this moment, he suddenly had an unusually strange feeling in his heart, like pleasure, but there was also a kind of emptiness and loneliness, and a trace of loneliness that could not be said.

That's what power tastes like, right?

Wang Fuxing smiled lightly, squinted his eyes, and quietly waited for Zhang Sheng's news.

Twenty or thirty people went in, and in less than ten minutes, they came out again, but the number of people was nearly half less!

Wang Fuxing's heart sank suddenly, looking at Zhang Sheng's angry expression, he frowned, and said in a deep voice: "The loss is serious? ”

"It's just a small sanatorium, with six or seven gunmen, eight brothers didn't hang, five were wounded, fuck it."

Zhang Sheng's face was distorted, and at first he planned to say the loss lightly, but in the end, he couldn't help but scold angrily.

"Six or seven gunmen? This was unexpected, and I thought there would be more defense. Settle the brothers' families well, follow us to do things, and even if they die in battle, let them go with peace of mind. ”

Wang Fuxing was silent for a while and said softly.

Zhang Sheng took a deep breath, his voice was low, and his tone was a little lost, this was the first time that Wang Shao was personally present to order his people to do things, and he originally wanted to ask for a quick decision to invite merit, but he didn't expect the loss to be so heavy, so heavy that he could barely bear it!

"This courtyard is not big, six or seven gunmen is already the limit, and this is not the Tang family's base camp after all, there are six or seven guns, which is already rare. After all, the Tang family's big signboard is covered here, plus these gunmen, who dares to move on weekdays? There are at least thirty defenders here, and if everyone carries guns, it will be a tough battle tonight. ”

Jian San sighed softly, followed behind Wang Fuxing, and entered the sanatorium directly.

A corpse on the ground!

In the sanatorium, about 20 corpses were lying on the ground, staring, their eyes dim, and they couldn't bat at each other.

Occasionally, there were bloodied people lying on the ground, convulsing and moaning faintly, but apparently they didn't have long to live.

Two or three people, everyone with guns rushed in, this can almost be said to be a massacre!

There were bodies outside the building.

There were bodies in the building.

In the middle of the night, if this scene falls in the eyes of people whose nerves are not tenacious enough, it will definitely scare into a neurotic!

The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, Wang Fuxing's expression was cold and hard, his heart was like a rock, and he kept going up.

For him, everyone here is an enemy, and no one is innocent.

Fuxing Road itself was covered with bones and blood, and Wang Fuxing never expected himself to become a saint or a good person.

A place of corpses, blood everywhere, is a sin.

Wang Fuxing tightly grasped the faucet in his hand, went straight to the fourth floor, and gently pushed open the door of the most central ward.

Entering the living room and entering the innermost ward, Tang Qianjun, whose face was full of pale face, was lying on the bed, sleeping groggily.

It is because of this person that Huangfu Lingxi and the twins were seriously injured, and the deaths of dozens of bodyguards downstairs and the medical staff in the nursing home have the most direct causal relationship with this person.

Wang Fuxing's eyes were indifferent, he walked to the side of the bed slowly, pulled off the blood bag hanging in front of the bed, raised the dragon head lightly, patted Tang Qianjun's pale face, squinted his eyes, and said softly: "Hey, wake up." ”