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He Zifeng sat at the bar and looked outside, the rain was very heavy, carried by the wind, crackling on the only two glasses of the revolving door, and finally forming a line of water and sliding down, only a moment to connect into a water curtain, and the scenery outside became blurred.

In such weather, it will be extremely difficult to capture, right? He Zifeng thought in his heart, but his mind did not relax, his mind was spinning rapidly, his eyes looked at the seventh master, but he saw that he didn't know when he picked up a glass of red wine.

He Zifeng knew that the Seventh Master hadn't touched alcohol for a long time, but at this moment, he picked up his wine glass, proving that he needed to rely on alcohol to calm his mood, but Tu Tianchong's eyes behind him showed a hint of determination.

The people in the dance hall have long lost their interest in seeking pleasure, and many people are sitting in their seats, waiting for the moment when they walk out of the dance hall.

He Zifeng beckoned, Xiao Liu ran over, he attached to Xiao Liu's ear, and said softly, go, get me two box guns, and get more magazines.

Xiao Liu's body shook violently, he looked at He Zifeng, saw the other party nodded, his eyes burst out with a feverish light, he said, He Ye, are you planning to do it?

He Zifeng was silent, he decided that Tu Tianchong was not a communist, he didn't know where he got his self-confidence, this was an intuition, he trusted his intuition, and in those years in Japan, intuition had saved him countless times.

Xiaoliu went to find a gun, Kato Yui was standing there, he didn't go out, but at the door, his eyes didn't leave Xiaoliu, just watched him walk into a black shirt, and then beckoned, the black shirt stepped forward and took out a cigarette, and lit it for him very cooperatively.

What Kato Yu didn't know was that at the moment when Xiao Liu patted the shoulder of the black shirt after lighting the cigarette, his left hand slashed out like lightning, and in less than half a breath, a box cannon was sandwiched under the armpit of the inner layer of the suit by him.

The black-shirted body stiffened, but when he saw Xiao Liu's eyes winking at him, he realized in his heart, and reached out and punched Xiao Liu's chest, and Xiao Liu's shirt pocket had an extra magazine.

Such a little trick is very common in the Qing Gang, and this is what a group of black-shirts like to gamble on the most, to see who can take away the things on the other party unconsciously, and Xiaoliu is the best among them.

Took a plate of fruit from the front desk, and took another one when he passed by a black shirt, and when He Zifeng ate the fruit, there were already two more box cannons on his waist.

The rain outside was as heavy as ever, He Zifeng stood up and wiped his hands, but he was suddenly stunned. Because a few people came in at the door, his people.

How did you guys get here? He Zifeng looked at Long Kui, his expression was a little dissatisfied, for the people around him, he was always more or less inseparable, he was a person who valued feelings, he cherished everything around him very much, when he was in Japan, the man wearing the mask always said that he had an inexplicable kindness, He Zifeng said, this is not benevolence, it is benevolence.

The seventh master was standing not far from He Zifeng, and he suddenly had an inexplicable loss in his heart, because Long Kui and the others came in and went straight to He Zifeng, but he, the boss of the Green Gang, was left aside, but after thinking about it, he smiled, after all, he was old, if one day, the Green Gang was handed over to He Zifeng, it must not be bad, right?

Long Kui didn't say anything, but Tong Yaoling on the side leaned into He Zifeng's ear and said softly, Master He, we see that the time is so late, and you and Xiaoliu haven't come back yet, so ......

So let's take a look, right? He Zifeng looked at a few people, and his tone was a little helpless, this is the place of the Green Gang, what can happen to me? But there are some special circumstances today, since you are here, then sit down, you can't get out.

As soon as he finished speaking, He Zifeng frowned and asked Tong Yaoling, where is Lord Ma?

Seeing that there were so many Japanese people blocking outside, I went to find out the news, and I guess what kind of corner is waiting to shoot the black gun at this time! Tong Yaoling replied.

Wang Xiaodao looked at the door, then at the Seventh Master, pulled Tong Yaoling's sleeve, and then raised his chin to the Seventh Master.

Kato Yuya looked at this scene, his brows furrowed slightly, he had seen several people under He Zifeng, working in two shifts, and mingling in the headquarters every day, but this scene in front of him told him that as long as He Zifeng was willing, they might pull out their guns next door and kill themselves at any time, thinking of this, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

At the moment when this thought was spinning, he made a decision, that is, he had to keep an eye on He Zifeng!

This man is simply a double-edged sword to himself, the deeper the contact, the more he feels that He Zifeng is not simple.

The seventh master got up, he walked up to Kato Yuya with his hands behind his back, stared at him like this, and then said, It's late, I'm going back.

Kato Yuya chuckled in his heart, he realized at this time that the time was not early, calculating the time, three hours had passed before and after, but there was no news from his side.

Wang Xiaodao walked over, and he told He Zifeng that on the way he saw Richard, brought a lot of people, and was looking for something with the Japanese military police.

He Zifeng turned his head to look at Chen Zhi on the side, but found that he didn't hear it at all, just kept knocking melon seeds, he knew what Chen Zhi was thinking in his heart, maybe he was already disappointed in the Board of Directors, as for why he didn't leave here, maybe it was because of responsibility?

Suddenly there was the roar of a car engine on the street, and then, a dense gunfire rang out, and He Zifeng almost reflexively fell to the ground, in the eyes of Kato Yuya, this action was a little funny, but at the moment he couldn't laugh.

The gun is not made by Zhongzhengbu or Hanyang, but a real Bergman submachine gun, in China, its name is Flower Machine, with a rate of fire of 400 rounds a minute, within 100 meters, a few Flower Machines can form an extremely powerful firepower network.

Yuya Kato fell to the ground, the glass of the revolving door was completely shattered, and the hall screamed repeatedly, and the scene suddenly became a mess.

The Seventh Master stepped back a few steps, Tu Tianchong's eyes turned red, and he shouted, Seventh Master! The person flew out, grabbed the seventh master and rolled to the ground on the side.

He Zifeng's brain exploded with a bang, he turned his head to look at the seventh master, the long coat had been stained red with blood, and the sound of tires rubbing the ground came from outside the door, which was very harsh, mixed with the wails and screams of the Japanese.

The rain kept falling, and it became a stream on the ground, soaked in blood, and flowed into the distance.

Kato Yuya's face was pale, he got up from the ground with a rolling belt, reached out and picked up Shiichiro Tanaka, and yelled in his mouth, Hurry! Send Jin Qi to our hospital and find the best doctor! Fast! Fast! Fast!

Shiichiro Tanaka rushed out step by step, and Yuya Kato turned back sharply, but saw the seventh master lying in He Zifeng's arms, his eyes closed, and the eyes of the person holding him emitted a beast-like light.