Lang Zhan walked towards the man in the suit with the gun unhurriedly, and when the men in the suit gathered together saw this, a few of them who could still stand shouted fiercely: "Don't come here, we're welcome if you come over again." Eight? One Chinese?? Net ≤≈=.≤8≈"Among them, there is a guy who is looking for a pistol with a ghostly head, Lang Zhan saw this, kicked his left foot on the ground, and a stone flew out, hitting him in the head, he screamed, and finally became honest. "Do you want to continue? If you don't want to continue, then me out! Lang Zhan shouted in Korean.

The men in the suits were like a big man, and they set up a few incapacitated ones, such as flying away.

Lang Zhan looked up and looked around, and was adjusting his direction to walk towards the place where the light came out a little farther away, when suddenly, he heard a woman's cry for help, "Help me."

Lang Zhan turned around, but before he saw the person asking for help, Xiaobao suddenly let out a "whoop" cry. His heart sank, his face remained silent, and he dragged his left foot on the ground, keeping his body half-turned. In the dim light, the smugglers who were taking off their shoes and pulling out their underwear all stood up straight at this time, and there were more weapons such as pistols in their hands. One of the more exaggerated ones is holding a grenade in his hand. A man about forty years old with a Chinese face looked at Lang Zhan with a tigerish eye and said in Korean: "Boy, nothing is wrong with you." If you know each other, get out immediately, and our well water will not interfere with the river water. ”

The woman who asked Lang Zhan for help was surrounded by the stowaways, and her hands and arms were grabbed by a smuggler, she looked at Lang Zhan and shouted again: "Sir, please, please save me." ”

Lang Zhan took Xiaobao into his arms, looked down at it, and asked, "Xiaobao, what do you say?" ”

Xiaobao looked at him with flashing eyes, and called out twice. Lang Zhan made a gesture of listening, and later, he said to the man with a Chinese face: "My Xiaobao said, let you let this woman go and get out immediately-"

Before Lang Zhan finished speaking, the eyes of the man with a national character face shrank, and he pulled the trigger with his right hand.

"Xiaobao, they don't listen to persuasion—" Lang Zhan said, suddenly rushing diagonally in the crisp sound of gunshots, and then dangling to avoid this shot.

"Kill him!" The man with the national character face missed a shot and shouted, and at the same time took a step across, holding the gun with both hands and aiming at Lang Zhan.

"Bah, bah, oh-" The gunshots rang out endlessly, Lang Zhan rushed to the Guozi face in the face of the gunshots, and when he was still more than six meters away from the Guozi face, he shouted, his hands danced wildly in front of him, and then he jumped violently, and the person had already arrived in front of a stowaway. The stowaway had a grenade in his hand, and when he saw Lang Zhan rushing towards him, he didn't hesitate to pull the string and throw the grenade at Lang Zhan.

"! What a grenade?! Lang Zhan scolded, did not advance but retreated, as if he had pressed the wheel under his feet, and instantly slid backwards four or five meters, and when the explosion was born, a fish jumped and threw himself on the beach below the pier.

"Bang!" An explosion sounded, and a white light instantly illuminated the vicinity of the dock.

"Blinding bullets?!" Lang Zhan read in his mouth, turned to one side, and blocked his hands in front of him.

Lang Zhan's hands were already bloody at this time.

The stowaways on the opposite side, excluding the woman who called for help, were six people. Four of the six men wielded pistols, one wielded a hand crossbow, and one armed with blinding rounds. Lang Zhan rushed towards four pistols and a crossbow at a distance of less than ten meters, which was no different from sending him to death. When Lang Zhan was made by Adam Five and Emerson's remote hypnosis, he did have suicidal thoughts. But since he got rid of Emerson's control, even when he was in a coma and only existed in the subconscious, he had never had such thoughts again. didn't want to die, but he still rushed over with four pistols and a crossbow, Lang Zhan did this, it was all to experience the pleasure of dancing on the tip of the knife, at the moment of life and death, the kidneys were violently compressed, and his head was hot, so he naturally did it.

When he rushed to those stowaways, his hands danced in front of his chest, that is, there was no high camera at the scene, if there was a high camera at the scene that could record all this, the cameraman would be able to show it through replay, Lang Zhan's hands seemed to be dancing irregularly, but in fact, the trajectory was clear and had a strong target. The four pistols were controlled by the four stowaways and continued to shoot bullets at Lang Zhan, who seemed to be able to see the trajectory of the bullets, always waving his palms vigorously at the most dangerous times, and then actually hitting the bullets to the side. Of course, because the force of the bullet was too great, his hands were inevitably injured, and they became the bloody appearance they are now.

No one knows how Lang Zhan did it, including himself.

The stowaways on the other side apparently didn't realize this, and they closed their eyes as their companions fired blinding rounds and began to count the seconds. "One, two, three......" When they silently counted to "five", the echelon opened their eyes. Then, suddenly, someone screamed.

Lang Zhan also had a few seconds, but he only counted to three before he opened his eyes. Then, by the time the stowaways counted to five and opened their eyes, he was already in front of some of them.

The screaming stowaway immediately raised his gun and wanted to shoot, this is, since Lang Zhan was already standing in front of him, how could he give him this opportunity. "I hate people who bully the weak and bully women," Lang Zhan said and shook his fist violently, the stowaway only heard a "click", and then his nose became sore and painful, just thinking that my nose was broken, and the darkness hit like a tide, and he fainted as soon as it was dark.

Of the six stowaways, except for one guy who almost shot Lang Zhan in the abdomen, he kicked and broke a few ribs, and the others were punched in the face and then fainted cleanly.

A few minutes later, Lang Zhan and the woman who had ripped off her mask and called for help returned to the smuggling boat, and at the sound of the siren, Lang Zhan activated the machine and drove the boat away.

It was the previous group of guys who blocked the road and robbed the police. The guys were funny and ran to the nearby police station to say that they had been attacked by terrorists. And those policemen knew their virtues, but they still had to go to the police, and then, they asked for their own hardships and became the target of anger for those stowaways.

"Are you pigs? Can't hear the gunshots?! And a few of you, you are embarrassed to call yourself the underworld, so many people can't beat a young man, I am ashamed of being South Koreans with you......" The man with the national character face covered his nose, scolded the policemen and men in suits, and then shouted at the policemen who were scolded: "They ran away by boat, where is your patrol boat?" Quickly, inform you of the Supreme Governor of Jeju Island, and say that the Security Chief of the March Group is going to talk to him-"

Under the scolding of the man with the national character face, the men in the suit had already clenched their fists and were about to rush up to fight, but when they heard his last words, they were stupid one by one.

"This gentleman, you, you are from the March Group?" The boss of the man in the suit hanging his right hand first bowed respectfully to the man with the face of the country, and then asked respectfully.

"Nan Ze, director of the security department of the March Group, thanks to you, I just lost the heir of our group in the third place - everyone, you wait to sit through the prison!"

"March Group, it's actually March Group-" When the male boss in the suit heard this, his knees weakened, and he naturally knelt on the ground, and then shouted: "Ah! Mr. Nanzawa, we didn't know that you were from the March Group! Otherwise, if you give us ten guts, we won't dare to collect protection money from you. Mr. Nanzawa, please raise your noble hand, we, we have eyes that don't know Taishan......"

The boss of the man in the suit set an example, and the other men in the suit fell to their knees.

Guozi Face didn't want to pay attention to them, but after one of his subordinates whispered to him, he asked the male boss in the suit: "What's your name, which gang is it from?" ”

"In Ha Kim Chang-ho, Jeju Island Black Tiger Gang."

"Kim Chang-ho, is it? Don't say I didn't give you a chance, immediately, use all means to find our young lady, otherwise ......"

On the boat, Lang Zhan groped for a while and mastered the skills of sailing. Although the South Koreans are small, they are well equipped, including radar, GPS navigation, and satellite phones.

Lang Zhan held the rudder with one hand, and with the other hand flicked under the left jacket pocket, a cigarette jumped out, as if he knew the way, and went straight to his mouth. He opened his mouth slightly, took the cigarette in his mouth, took out a lighter and lit it, and then, the clouds and mist.

Smoking is not a good habit, Lang Zhan himself didn't know what was going on, he saw cigarettes when he passed by a convenience store before going to the smuggling point, and suddenly had the idea of smoking, so he bought a box.

"Woohoo!" Xiaobao suddenly screamed.

Lang Zhan took a cigarette in his mouth, reached behind his back with his right hand and touched its head, and said in Mandarin: "Hungry? ”

Xiaobao: "Whew! ”

"Urgency?" Lang Zhan said, grabbing its neck with one hand, pulling it out of the tactical bag, and then putting it on the ground.

After Xiaobao landed, he sniffed around, and then began to pee around.

"Are you Chinese?" The woman who called for help suddenly asked.

Lang Zhan replied, "Where are you going to get off the boat?" ”

"Where are you going?"

Lang Zhan frowned and said, "Where do I go to your business?" Say, where to disembark. ”

"What are you doing so fiercely? She's a girl—"

"Give you another chance."

"I'll be where you go, hey, I haven't been to Huaguo yet."

"What did you say? Do you have any money? ”

"What for?"

"We've got to find a place to refuel."

"Let me see, there are 10,000 meters of gold, is it enough?"

"Are you really going to Huaguo with me?"

"Yes. What is your name? ”

"You don't need to know my name."

"Why are you like that? Aren't Chinese men very gentle with women? ”

"Miss, you're talking too much."

"Hey, what kind of dog are you? It looks cute—come, come, come to me—hey, come to me, don't you hear me? ”

"Holy! What kind of superlative is this?! Lang Zhan thought so in his heart, and suddenly felt very speechless.