With a "bang", the big man's body hit the Porsche, and the huge impact force smashed the door sheet metal deeply.

"You guys, are you still on it?" Yang Tingfeng turned his wrist and squinted.

The rest of the gangsters had no choice, they looked at the three black cars, and then rushed towards Yang Tingfeng with a dry howl.

It's just that the momentum has been greatly reduced.

Not out of work ethic, but for fear of being punished when you go back, after all, there are still people in the black car who haven't gotten off.

Seeing this, Yang Tingfeng shook his head: Judging from the fight just now, these people, looking bluffing, are actually just a group of ordinary people who can only fight with brute force.

As a result, there is no need to say much.

With the sound of fists hitting people, bones cracking, and the sound of people falling to the ground was endless.

Two seconds later, at Yang Tingfeng's feet, there were six thug bodies, all of whom fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

The Great Wolf Catcher created by Wei Xiaokuan, the Duke of Xunguo, is perfect for dealing with tall but clumsy enemies. In addition, Yang Tingfeng, as a soldier, has always been heavier, and these people will have to lie in bed for at least a whole year, and even be disabled for life.

After solving the gangsters, Yang Tingfeng picked up an iron rod casually and slowly walked towards Huang Mao, he didn't count his steps

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Fast, almost slow.

Huang Mao looked at Yang Tingfeng in horror and trembling, and the cigarette he had just lit also slipped from his mouth, and he didn't dare to come out.

But at this moment, three people walked down from the black car.

The first person, about sixty years old, was dressed in a white tunic suit, with a beer belly, a bald head, a face full of meat, and a string of prayer beads in his hand kept spinning.

The second person is a young man, wearing black trousers and a white village shirt, his hair is combed and shiny, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, white and clean, but his eyes are gloomy, his face is full of murderous energy, and he is definitely a murderous aura that only people who have blood on their hands can have.

The third person is a middle-aged scarred face, tall and burly, with an open chest, revealing a tuft of chest hair, more than nine feet tall, instantly tattooed with floral embroidery, the shoulder part is a black panther and a peony, behind the back is a snake and a skull surrounded by fire, the chest has Sanskrit, and in the face of Yang Tingfeng's terrifying skills, he has a calm face.

In the blink of an eye, Scarface came to the door of the Porsche, blocking between Yang Tingfeng and Huang Mao, he was tall, a head and a half taller than Yang Tingfeng, and with a "snap", a black and shiny pistol was pulled out of Scarface's waist, and it was fiercely pressed against Yang Tingfeng's forehead, but he did not pull the trigger.

His hand holding the gun is very steady, and the angle of standing is just to block Huang Mao, such a psychological quality, such a posture of holding a gun, only a person who has been a soldier can do this.

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Scarface looked at the old man in the tunic robe, who closed his eyes and nodded in satisfaction, worthy of being his subordinates for twenty years, and they had already cooperated with each other.

The two of them have been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and they have already reached a consensus - when they encounter this kind of hard stubble, they just take out the "troll" and put it against their heads.

Because, according to scientific research, when a person is held to the door of the brain by a gun, the brain will be in a short blank state.

Even highly trained agents and military police are no exception.

However, if he really asked his subordinates to shoot in the city, the old man would never dare.

After all, as soon as this shot is fired, it will be a big case, and things will be big.

The old man's original intention was to let Scarface deter Yang Tingfeng with a pistol.

Then, beat him up again, and let Huang Mao vent his anger.

It's just that this time, these people from the black world obviously miscalculated.

Because, what they met was Yang Tingfeng, an ancient man who had never seen a firearm!

With a bang, a huge gunshot rang out of the night, piercing the silent night sky, heading straight into the clouds, resounding through the sky, and shattering the sleeping people......

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