You Mingxu watched the light and shadow of the hammer fall sharply and closed his eyes.

The strong wind brought by the hammer had hit her face, and at that moment, a man pounced on her. She was shocked and opened her eyes, unable to believe her eyes. In the dim light, what she saw was Yin Feng's tense and stubborn face, gray. The moment they looked at each other, he actually smiled, looking silly and sincere.

Then the hammer landed on the back of his neck.

You Mingxu let out a tearing and shattering cry in his throat, watching him fall from the sky, watching him block the hammer, his eyes closed, and he fell into her arms. Her hands were trembling, and she was holding him tightly but weakly.

Halfway through, the Deng father and son were all stagnant, and the strength of Deng's father was discharged. You Mingxu was able to gasp for breath in an instant, like a dying fish. Father Deng reacted and hurriedly wanted to tighten it tighter, but the two fingers had already tightly hooked the rope, and although they were strangled white, they refused to let it.

Deng Yao saw that he missed a blow, and he was about to swing the hammer again. You Mingxu snorted, holding Yin Feng with one hand, and with the other hand, he actually ripped the rope out of Deng's father's hand, rolled on the ground, and Deng Yao smashed it on the ground with a hammer.

You Mingxu was in tears, and he only glanced at Yin Feng in a hurry, his face was pale, as if he was asleep, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. And her palm has already felt a wet feeling.

No one can kill Yin Feng in front of her eyes. Not now, she thought. Not in the future. Who has died for her in this life? For whom did she sacrifice her life and forget her death?

You Mingxu actually laughed out loud, let go of Yin Feng and stood up, on the collapsed board next to her, all kinds of iron tools were piled up, she lifted an iron rod and turned around.

She stood in the shadows, which made the Deng father and son who were dancing their teeth and claws stunned. Then pounce together.

But when You Mingxu no longer felt any physical pain, when she had the heart of death and victory, who could stop her?

How can they be compared to two killers with brute strength and cruelty and inhumanity?

When Deng Yao's hammer struck again like a meteor, You Mingxu was only short and easily avoided it, and the person came behind them, went over with a stick, and hit the old man's back. The old man let out a miserable scream, You Mingxu was as fast as lightning, and another stick hit his knee, and the old man could no longer stand unsteadily, and fell to the ground in response.

Deng Yao saw that his father had been hit hard, and howled like a beast, and hurried over, swinging the hammer wildly. In that gust of wind, I saw You Mingxu's expression extremely indifferent, constantly dodging and moving. That look made Deng Yao even more frightened, and he missed more than a dozen hits in a row, and he was even more irritable. At this time, You Mingxu's footsteps suddenly stagnated, as if he was slipping, Deng Yao's eyes were cold, and he used all his strength to swing a hammer.

What You Mingxu wanted was his forward pounce, only to see her body suddenly bend back, like a scarred but still resilient green bamboo, she suddenly changed behind Deng Yao, aimed at his neck, elbows, knees, and ankles, and fell like a storm.

Deng Yao was like a giant whose bones had only been torn apart, kneeling on the ground and pounced. You Mingxu threw away the iron rod, turned him over, rode on him, and punched him several times in the head, only to hit him with blood all over his face, and finally lost consciousness.

You Mingxu staggered to his feet and walked to Yin Feng's side.

He was still unconscious, with blood on the back of his head, lying motionless on his stomach. You Mingxu fell directly beside him, and after looking at it twice, he reached out and hugged his head, held it in his arms, and fainted.

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When the sky was bright, a large number of police surrounded the small courtyard. They were shocked when they saw the policewoman and the counselor who were embracing each other unconscious. There were also Deng father and son, who were seriously injured on the side, who were handcuffed as soon as they woke up.

Fan Jia's body was carried out of the courtyard.

Many police officers wept bitterly.

At the same time, in the various dark depths of the small courtyard, in the wardrobe of Deng's mother, in the dark corner of the slaughterhouse, and under the land in the courtyard, there were several girls' clothes, accessories, satchels, and more than one human bone remains.

Xu Mengshan ran to the stretcher covered with white cloth, and after only one look, the person froze. After a while, he turned around and walked out of the alley in a trance. At that time, there were already many people watching the excitement in the periphery, Xu Mengshan pushed aside the crowd, and he didn't know where he went, so he looked around blankly, only to see the sun gradually rising in the early morning. He crouched down on the spot, covered his face, and wept bitterly.

Is this the profession of a police officer? Is this the life of a criminal policeman?

Perhaps in the current era of peace, there are only a few comrades-in-arms who will unfortunately die.

When I die, don't weep, don't be weak, don't remember.

Because my heart is still there, like the morning glow.