The night is dark and the wind is strong.

The sky was blazing with lightning and drizzling, and the cold air was like a sticky little naughty, constantly drilling into the neckline of pedestrians, snatching the last shred of heat.

Few people would go out in such weather, except for the three police cars that protected witnesses and the robbers who robbed the police cars.

On the road, a bright flashbang flashed in front of the first police car, blinding the driver.

The co-pilot's sergeant only had time to shout "Wotfack", and the policeman's tires had run over the two rows of tire breakers, and he lost control with a bang, flew 720 degrees in the air, and overturned on the side of the road.

The two police cars in the back hurriedly stopped and were blocked by four black cars in front and behind.

"Action."

Someone gave an order in the dark.

More than a dozen bandits in raincoats lined up and pulled the trigger.

The dense gunfire brought out bright lines, and the two police cars were riddled with holes.

The police opened the car door and set up weapons to fight back, but unfortunately there were not enough people, and under the siege of powerful firepower, people continued to die.

"Remember, run into the woods." The sheriff hugged the witness, a teenage girl, and said loudly.

The little girl was wearing a red coat with a frightened expression and did not want to leave, but the sheriff pushed her out.

"Hurry up and don't look back. You can't stop until you find someone to ask for help. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a hole exploded in the sheriff's temple, and his body was knocked to the ground by the impact of the bullet.

The little girl wept and fled into the woods on a rainy night.

At this moment, a bright light lit up in the woods, not lightning, but like lightning.

The little girl turned around in a panic to look around, and suddenly a warm hand came to her shoulder.

"You look flustered, what's going on?" The lightning lit up, and Yongqiang's resolute expression fell into the little girl's sight.

His eyes are righteous and simple, clean and bright, like a teenager who still has dreams after returning from a trip.

Whoever sees such a pair of eyes knows that he is a good person.

And a good guy to be trusted.

"Help me." The little girl looked at him helplessly, and after saying this, she fainted to the ground.

"I will." Yongqiang took off his coat and put it on the little girl, then picked up the little girl, leaving behind the fierce gunfire in the distance.

At the end of the woods is a small town, and on the edge of the town is a department store, the Legisse Mall.

Yongqiang hugged the little girl and stood in the corridor of the department store to avoid the rain.

After a while, another bearded man with a black round hat and a tweed coat came out of the woods.

His gaze fell on the little girl first, and then he looked at Yongqiang carefully and said, "Hello, he is my daughter." ”

"She's not your daughter." Yongqiang stared at him coldly.

"She's my daughter, and her name is Jammy."

"When I saw her, she was terrified, even if you are her father, you are not a good father."

"Hey man, listen to me, I just want my daughter back. How about you give her to me now, and I'll leave at once? ”

"Not good. If she wants to go with you, wait until she wakes up. Yongqiang refused the mustachioed man's request.

Boom!

Another bald man with a scar on his face also walked out of the forest, leaving a gray bag full of money still in front of Yongqiang.

"Here's $1,250,000, all unmarked, you give her to me, the money is all yours." The mustachioed man said expressionlessly.

"So, she's not your daughter." Yongqiang hugged the little girl and stood up.

"Don't be naïve, it's easy to choose whether to become a rich man or die tragically on the spot."

As soon as the mustachioed man finished speaking, he was smashed in the face by a fist the size of a casserole, flew out more than ten meters, and splashed a large water.

Yes, good choice." Yongqiang has made his choice.

The scar-faced man wanted to pull out the pistol on his waist, but Yongqiang took it out for him, pointed to his forehead and asked, "Who is the little girl?" ”

"A witness that our boss is going to kill." As soon as the scar-faced man finished speaking, he was killed by a bullet fired from behind.

More than a dozen bandits wearing raincoats walked out of the woods and kept shooting at Yongqiang.

The rain dripped down the muzzle of the gun, and in an instant it was evaporated into a white mist by the bullets fired at high speed.

But superheroes will always have some superior skills and have strong luck.

Yongqiang stepped nimblely, dodging the bullets and smashing the door of the shopping mall unscathed.

"Kill him, don't live it."

The mustache got up from the ground and cried out with blood on his face.

The bandits chased into the shopping mall.

But they didn't know what a powerful man they were going to face.

He is righteous, upright, high-spirited, and sees death as home.

More importantly, he is the defender, the nemesis of all evil.

In the past three years, on average, he has to deal with a group of vicious world-class bandits, terrorists, and evil forces every month, and he has no record of missing a beat.

These robbers may be very powerful to ordinary people, but in Yongqiang's eyes, they are nothing.

A throwing knife flew out of the second floor with a bright light and stabbed into the eye socket of a bandit, who let out a painful wail, but soon the second knife ended his pain.

The bandits raised their guns one after another and shot at the second floor.

Yongqiang's sharp and swift figure flashed.

The bandits caught up with the second floor, but Yongqiang jumped from the second floor.

A height of three meters is as easy for him as breathing.

His tall body, with a heavy sense of oppression, came out of the darkness.

Before the two bandits in charge of guarding the gate could raise their weapons, the bullet of justice had already penetrated their eyebrows.

The other bandits heard the gunfire and hurried back, leaving only two bodies at the scene.

"Hey, look up." Yongqiang stood on the second floor, holding a submachine gun in each hand, and fired downward.

The bandits looked desperate and tried to dodge, but they couldn't dodge the precise bullets and fell to the ground one after another.

Blood stained the floor, and twitching hands and feet struggled weakly.

"If you knew there would be such an ending, would you still choose to be a bad guy?" Yongqiang looked at them with a cold look in his eyes and said in a deep voice.

A fast-moving figure rushed in from outside the square, like a sturdy beast.

Yongqiang shoots.

The figure writhed, dodging Yongqiang's bullets, jumped high, swung an axe in the air, slashed at the railing on the second floor, and then jumped up to the second floor with strength.

This is a short-haired Asian man with a fierce face.

His body was strong and strong, his eyes were cold and fierce, and the sharp axe reflected the cold light in his hand.

"Kill him, Chang." The mustachioed man shouted loudly underneath, very confident in the Asian man.

The Asian man shouted, his left hand fist, his right hand axe, and his moves were interlocking and endless, like a storm that would not stop, enveloping Yongqiang.

But Yongqiang is like a silent and majestic mountain, regardless of the wind and rain, it is still majestic.

Only at the moment when the axe was close, a punch was struck.

With a single punch, he broke the handle of the Asian man's axe.

The flying axe spun and stabbed into the opponent's forehead.

"You're going to do it too—Kung Fu?" The pressure man's eyes widened and he exclaimed in disbelief.

"Yours isn't kung fu, and neither is mine."

Yongqiang walked up to him, took the handle of the axe from the Asian man's hand, and gently patted him on the shoulder, and the Asian man stared at him with blank eyes and fell to the ground on his back.

At this moment, the little girl's cry for help came from downstairs.

Yongqiang hid her, but when she woke up, she came out again, just in time to be caught by the mustachioed man.

"Let her go, and we'll fight it out." Yongqiang came to the first floor, his eyes flashed with righteous anger, and he shouted righteously.

Mustache put a pistol against the little girl's head and continued to bewitch Yongqiang with words: "When things get complicated, most people choose to walk away. But I'm different. The deal just now is still valid, and you take the money and leave. And I will not kill her, but take her to a safe place and let her not testify in court. ”

Yongqiang sighed, stopped talking, suddenly raised his arm, and fired, the bullet came out of his disembowel, hitting the eyebrows of the mustachioed man.

The mustache had never seen such a quick shot.

He also opened his eyes wide and looked at Yongqiang in confusion, as if he realized something.

He tried to pull the trigger, but the only thing he could do was to fall to the ground.

When the mustache slowly fell, Yongqiang had already hugged the little girl: "With me, you will be fine." ”

"Can I trust you?" The little girl asked.

"Yes." Yongqiang replied.

A bright light pierced through the heavy dark clouds and fell on the faces of the two of them.

The nightmare cleared, and it was dawn.

At this time, two more panicked figures ran out from the depths of the mall, they were supermarket security guards, looked at the corpses in horror, and said to Yongqiang: "I have called the police, and the police said that they will be there soon." ”

As soon as the words fell, an earth-shattering explosion sounded in the big city in the distance, and thick black smoke rushed into the high sky.

Not long after, there was another bang, this time closer to the mall, and there was a violent tremor on the ground, and a skyscraper could be seen slowly collapsing.

"Where is London?" Yongqiang frowned and looked at the city where a series of gunshots rang out in the distance.

"Yes. This is the outskirts of London. A security guard said.

Yongqiang still remembers what the Light Ball Robot said, the world he entered this time is called London Falls.

Real evil is raging in the city of London, and here is little more than an appetizer.

The security guard turned on the TV, and a reporter from the TV station was broadcasting the chaos of London.

"British Prime Minister James Wilson died of a heart attack at his official residence at 10 Downing Street last night, and the funeral was on unprecedented heightened alert, with the ceremony supposed to begin an hour later, but five minutes earlier, a motorcade of heads of state who had come to attend the funeral was simultaneously attacked by terrorists," the sources confirmed.

"At the moment, there are heavy casualties—"

Before the news was finished, the picture went black.

Terrorists blew up London's power hub.

The city's electricity system was shut down.