Night.

The entrance of the Restoration Building was crowded with people, and some people with guns began to pour into the hall, while at the same time, many people still gathered in all directions, these people gathered in twos and threes, with iron rods and kitchen knives in their hands.

Soon, some people, under the leadership of several backbones of the Blood Alliance, began to take elevators or ladders upstairs in waves, while others with iron rods and kitchen knives blocked the front and back doors of the building.

There were a lot of people from the Blood Alliance. There were two or three hundred people blocking the door alone.

The Restoration Building is located in the downtown area, and the pedestrians around see this scene, how dare they get closer, and they go around far away one by one, for fear of trouble to find themselves. However, the strange thing is that there are so many bastards with armed weapons around here, and there are no police officers who come to take care of them. And the strangest thing is that there seem to be a lot of cars parked around the building tonight with car covers.

It stands to reason that there is no need to cover a car cover when you stop for a short time on the side of the road, and at night, there is no sun or rain, so it is even more meaningless to cover the car cover.

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on the Restoration Building, and no one paid attention to these strange car covers, anyone could imagine: tonight, something big is going to happen.

In a snack bar across the street from the Restoration Building, a young man with a peaked cap was whispering on the phone: "Brother Ping." The people of the Blood Alliance have all returned to their old nests, and now they are integrating people and horses to rush to the upstairs of the Restoration Building, and the front and back doors are all blocked with their people. ”

"I know, you continue to monitor, and report as soon as you have any information." Zhu Ping's voice came from the other end of the phone.

The cap nodded, hung up the phone, drank a coke, and stared straight at the Restoration Building. Although he didn't know what Brother Ping was doing with his eyes on the Restoration Building, he had a hunch: something big would definitely happen tonight.

Qin Jun was still smoking leisurely, although he heard the sound of knocking from upstairs, he didn't want to go to kill those people, and it was at least useful to keep them. For example, if there were no surviving people upstairs to report the news, how could all the people of the Blood Alliance rush back and throw themselves into the net.

Whew. In the elevator, although the sound of the sedan slowly rising was small, it was still heard by Qin Jun.

Someone came up.

Qin Jun spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, stood up, clicked, pulled the bolt, walked to the window, and glanced down.

At the entrance of the building, there was a dense crowd of people.

It's fast... One by one, they were in such a hurry to die. Qin Jun couldn't help but shake his head with a sigh.

Ding dong. The elevator quickly climbed to the fifteenth floor, the lights were on, and the elevator doors slowly opened.

The road is mixed, which force can not point the sworn enemy, the sworn enemy of the blood alliance, and count it on a pair of fingers.

Investigating all the rivals of the Blood Alliance one by one, Chen Tianhua didn't think that any rival dared to provoke so blatantly, and actually sent people to kill him in his base camp. Even the Eight Desolation Society, which was planted by the three underground giants in Yanjing, did not have the guts.

He arranged the arming of the Restoration Building. Even when the number of men is at its lowest, there are basically no fewer than twenty-five brothers. What's more, a batch of firearms has recently been brought from the Scarlet Church and distributed to each of the minor leaders. Twenty-five brethren with at least ten or more rods in their hands. Moreover, there is a group of foreigners with loaded guns living on the top floor.

It can be said that the firepower of the Restoration Building is no less than that of a police station in a large jurisdiction.

With such a strong strength in front of them, there are still people who dare to fight their ideas. Chen Tianhua couldn't figure it out. Moreover, there is still his eyeliner in the police station, and once there is an action against them, he will know it as soon as possible.

Chen Tianhua has not received any news of eyeliner so far, which means that the person who came is not from the bureau.

What is sacred? Chen Tianhua frowned.

As the dark blood Shura of the Blood Alliance, only others have ever seen him flee when he hears the news. On the road of Yanjing City, as long as the name of his dark blood Shura is mentioned, which one will not give face. After so many years of fighting in the Blood Alliance, I don't know how many murders have been committed in his hands, and he has never been afraid of anyone in his cold-blooded and ruthless manner, but this time, Rao is usually arrogant, and he also put away that arrogant look.

Alone. Kill from the fifteenth floor to the eighteenth floor, and then rush down to the eighteenth floor. When you think about it, it feels the same as the plot in the movie. Is this something that people can do? However, this is indeed the real situation that the brother who is responsible for defending the nest gives him. On the phone just now, he even heard the cries of his brothers, and he could hear that it was a fear of death.

The elevator climbs up one by one. Chen Tianhua wiped the sweat from his palms, and there was his younger brother standing in the elevator, they were the first wave of the Blood Alliance, and some of the brothers behind were climbing the ladder, and some were waiting for another elevator.

"Give me a little bit of cleverness for a while. The other party is a hard stubble. Chen Tianhua reminded with a cold face.

"Boss, don't worry." The other brothers, with guns in their hands and grim faces, as members of the underground forces, can get a decent firearm, and they can go sideways.

Soon to the fifteenth floor, the elevator doors slowly opened.

Brush brush brush. All the people in the elevator raised their pistols and pointed them at the door.

The door opened, and the first thing that caught my eye was two brothers lying across the glass door.

"Let's go and see what's going on." Chen Tianhua stood at the innermost part of the elevator and drove all the others out.

As soon as the first person came out of the elevator, he found a black figure standing next to the elevator entrance, and he couldn't help but be startled, and when he turned his head to see what was going on, he suddenly found a black muzzle aimed at him.

A young man with a gun was smiling at him, but his smile was so cold.

"Not good." The man was shocked and hurriedly raised his pistol.

Da-da-da-da. Da-da-da-da.

Qin Jun kicked under his feet and rushed out, holding a submachine gun, and swept wildly at the elevator, a deadly tongue of fire kept coming out of the barrel, and every bullet was deeply embedded in the opponent's body.

The sudden gunfire made Chen Tianhua shudder, watching the brothers in front of him writhe one by one, and the blood mist in the elevator dispersed. He suddenly had a feeling as if he had come to the eighteenth layer of hell. On weekdays, in front of others, he is a Shura, a judge of hell, and he can play with the life and death of others at will, but this time, his identity seems to be reversed.

Chen Tianhua panicked for no reason.

Yes, it's panic. Ever since he sat in the position of the Dark-Blood Shura, he had never had this feeling again, except for the ferocity and murder, that is, cold-blooded cruelty, but today that panicked feeling reappeared, and it came so violently. It was so violent that he couldn't even lift the gun in his hand. A long-lost sense of powerlessness rose from my heart.

Poof.

There was a huge force in his chest, Chen Tianhua's whole body trembled, and suddenly the world in front of him began to darken, and in the haze he saw the figure of a young man, who was holding a gun and looking at him coldly.

He's the real Shura in hell...

Chen Tianhua's head sank and he lost consciousness forever. Until he died, he didn't know who he had offended or who had taken his life.

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