The fruit knife was twenty-six centimeters long, and shimmered with a cold light under the light. It's thin, but no one underestimates its edge.

"Boy, you go die!" The thug smiled fiercely, and the sharp weapon in his hand stabbed straight through, and in his mind, he had even seen the scene of the man being cut open by his own knife and bleeding wounds, and wailing in pain.

However, in the face of such a sharp blade, Meng Fan did not dodge or dodge, and he did not even look directly at the hideous smile of the owner of this sharp blade, his expression was as light as ever, and when the blade was about to pierce into the abdomen, the right hand behind him leaned forward.

Meng Fan's movements were so slow, so slow that everyone could clearly see the trajectory of his arm, but it was such a slow movement, but the gangster with the fruit knife seemed to have passed his wrist over, and it fell straight into Meng Fan's palm, and the fruit knife that flashed with cold light also fell to the ground weakly, making a crisp sound.

Alcohol can anesthetize a person's nerves, but the pain of the wrist as if it is about to be crushed, how can this gangster resist it?

"Ah......h

The pig-like howl came out of the gangster's mouth at the moment when Meng Fan's wrist was held. The sound was so terrible that it was like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered!

This scream not only overpowered the mountain wolf lying on the ground and rolling, but also made the thug who was about to rush up completely stopped, and his drunkenness was completely frightened away by this scream.

People in the dark world always care about themselves, and betrayal is just an instinct to survive.

And the fist is often the best tool to drive their instinct.

The town of Mingwei is small, but its geographical location determines that there is absolutely no shortage of rich people here.

There are mountains and rivers, and there are three sides facing the sea, this kind of place, there is a family crammed into dozens of square rooms, people who struggle for life every day, not to mention luxurious manors, and rich people who regard mountains and oceans as courtyards.

"Your stronghold is here?" Standing outside the gate of a mountain villa, Wen Zishi asked impatiently. In the world he lives in, light occupies the vast majority, so what he can't bear the most is darkness. He couldn't even bear it for a moment, he just wanted to find the leader of the organization immediately, arrest him, beat him up, and throw him in prison forever.

In particular, these guys also stole his car and even lived in a mansion that he could only look at from afar, but could never hope for.

Dream police is the profession closest to death in the world, and the salary is naturally far higher than other jobs, but relying on the salary alone, it is impossible for him to live in such a luxurious manor in this life, the next life, or even the next life.

"The guards here must not be weak, right? If we go in, will we be beaten into a sieve by a group of people with guns? Wen Zishi asked with some curiosity. His understanding of the underworld is limited to movies.

"This is where our eldest brother lives." At this time, the mountain wolf was extremely embarrassed, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he tried his best to shrink his body, as if this would make Wen Zishi and Meng Fan ignore him.

He looked at this luxurious mountain villa, a trace of greed and yearning involuntarily flashed in his eyes, his eyes carefully swept over Meng Fan and Wen Zishi from time to time, endless resentment flowed from the corners of his eyes, but when Wen Zishi turned around, he hurriedly lowered his head: "No, we are just an underworld, and we don't plan to rebel, how can we have so many guns?" And only the boss has a pistol. ”

"Really?" Meng Fan suddenly turned around and looked at this strong man who had almost shrunk himself into a dwarf.

"When, of course it's true, how dare I lie to you?" The mountain wolf's eyes wandered. It was this inconspicuous-looking man who easily knocked out several of his own.

The mountain wolf knew that the fate of betraying the boss would definitely be an experience worse than death, but after being caught by these two young men, his attempt to escape was only exchanged for a face of dredging.

Meng Fan turned around noncommittally, his eyes were on the gate of this huge mountain villa, he put his hands behind his back, and said to the mountain wolf: "Go, let your people open the door." ”

The mountain wolf Huo raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief, didn't he know that his behavior was completely to let himself go and let himself call people to besiege them?

"Why don't you go quickly, do you still want Zishi to beat you again?" The mountain wolf was a little hesitant, not knowing if this person was deliberately playing tricks on himself, but the next person's urging made him completely let go of all doubts, and only ecstasy remained in his heart.

"Yes, yes, I'll go!" The mountain wolf almost crawled with a roll, quickly moved away from Meng Fan and the others, and rushed towards the tall iron gate.

Looking at the gate that was getting closer and closer, the mountain wolf finally couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha...... You two bastard boys, you think you have some ability, so you are arrogant, dare to provoke our Black Tiger Gang, you are tired of being crooked! Come out, brethren, and get rid of these two boys for me! ”

Just as the mountain wolf was about to rush to the gate, the gate was opened to both sides, and as soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen men with tattoos rushed out from behind the door, and more people rushed out of the woods on both sides of the mountain road, holding machetes and iron rods in their hands, surrounded the two of them, blocking the way for the two to retreat, and more than thirty pairs of eyes stared at the two of them.

The mountain wolf took a one-meter-long steel rod from a junior brother's hand, and walked over with a wild smile: "You are too arrogant, you dare to come here with me!" Haha, you must be wondering, why are you surrounded by our people when you first come here, right? ”

The mountain wolf laughed wildly, his eyes were full of resentment, his body was full of dirt, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, his eyes were not too big, but at this moment they were even more swollen and there was only a narrow gap, and the iron rod kept gently slapping his palms, which seemed a little funny.

"Is there anything to wonder about?" Meng Fan said with a smile: "It's just some surveillance cameras." It's just that I'm surprised that you, as an invisible being, dare to install cameras all the way up the mountain road. ”

The mountain wolf was told the truth by Meng Fan, his smile froze, and then he saw that the two of them were obviously surrounded but not moved in the slightest, but looked at him with playful eyes, and couldn't help but feel a sudden in his heart, he who was about to walk to the edge of the encirclement, couldn't help but take a step back and hide behind the crowd.

The mountain wolf was a little uneasy in his heart, but seeing that there were more than thirty of his own people, and the other party was only two people, each of them had weapons in their hands, and the other party was only bare-handed, and finally relieved himself a little, he could no longer bear the hateful eyes of the man, and ordered loudly: "Above, abolish these two boys for me!" ”

With an order, this group of gangsters pounced on Meng Fan and Wen Zishi like wild dogs.

"Zishi, be gentle, just abolish people, don't hurt your life." Meng Fan said indifferently to Wenzi Shi.

"Okay!" Wen Zishi couldn't wait for a long time, and when he heard Meng Fan open his mouth at this moment, he was obviously surrounded by a deep siege, but as if he was facing a tiger facing a little sheep, he laughed and rushed towards this group of guys who surrounded him.

"Bang ......"

The sound of limbs colliding was incessant, and along with these was a constant wail and scream.

However, in less than a minute, most of the gangsters had been knocked down by Wen Zishi and completely lost their combat effectiveness, while the rest of the people fled to the villa in shock, and Wen Zishi, who was weak and weak, became a pursuer instead.

As early as the moment when he ordered the younger brothers to make a move, the mountain wolf had secretly retreated, and when he saw Wen Zishi like a tiger entering the flock, unstoppable, he couldn't help but rejoice, and took advantage of Wen Zishi to be entangled, and fled back to the villa.

Wen Zishi punched down a gangster who had lost his weapon in a panic, and was about to rush into the villa, at this moment, the vigilance in his heart was instantly amplified, and a terrifying sense of crisis burst into his heart, he raised his eyes in shock, his eyes swept over the night, and a faint fire bloomed from dozens of meters away, and there, a man dressed in luxury brand clothes held a black thing in his hand, and the end of the thing was still emitting faint green smoke.

Just between the two, a golden streamer shot straight towards Wenzi's stone heart like lightning, less than five meters away from him!

It's a pistol bullet!

"Can't hide!" This thought flashed in Wen Zishi's heart, and he couldn't help but regret a little, regretting that he had rushed too fast, regretting that he had actually killed and had no sense of prevention!

Wen Zishi hurriedly turned sideways to avoid the vital points of his body, and at the same time stretched out his hand to meet the direction of the bullet.

With the strength of his Level 3 Dream Controller, as long as he is careful, this level of firearm attack can be completely avoided, even if he is careless, a bullet will never kill him, but serious injuries are inevitable!

"Whoosh!"

At that moment, a faint sound of wind sounded from behind his ears, so weak that he couldn't feel it unless it brushed the base of his ear.

Wen Zishi's eyes widened, he saw something with the sound of the wind, it was an oval white stone, about the size of a soybean, at the foot of the mountain, on this mountainside, in this place that I don't know how many waves have been washed, it can really be seen everywhere, not at all inconspicuous, inconspicuous.

At this moment, dozens of meters away, the man who raised the gun couldn't help but raise his head. His gaze shifted from the bullet to the tiny stone.

The stone was small, and its speed was much slower than that of a bullet. It's just such an inconspicuous pebble that collides with the bullet in the air.

No, it's not appropriate to say that it hits, it should be said to be "rubbing". The two did not collide head-on, but rubbed against each other, squeezed each other, and parted with a single touch.

"Phew!"

"Phew!"

"Phew!"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes.

In the ears of the numerous gangsters, only one sound was heard, however, he heard three voices, three voices almost simultaneously.