Zhao Jingyang took a deep look at the small plaster flag on the front of the car, retracted his gaze, and said, "How many of our people are around here?" ”

He replied: "There are seven members in a squad of the Wind and News Department, twelve members in the internal security team, fifty people in the Security Department, and fifty people in the field service, totaling one hundred and nineteen people. ”

Zhao Jingyang nodded: "That's enough." ”

said: "The people in the Wang Mansion are not allowed to let one go, Lao Tzu smashed it first, you follow up and sweep the tail, do you hear clearly?" ”

"Hear me clearly!"

Sending away the personnel of the Wind and News Department, Zhao Jingyang asked the stone: "Is there any smoke?" ”

Stone pulled out a box of cigarettes from his pocket.

Zhao Jingyang clicked on one, took a puff, and shook his head: "This thing..."

Lost with a snap of a finger.

Then he said to Lin Yiyi, who got out of the car: "Wait in the car." ”

Lin Yiyi said: "I want to follow you." ”

Zhao Jingyang waved his hand: "Zhang Wanlin is not here." ”

Say to the stone, "Look at her." ”

"Yes, Jing Ye."

Zhao Jingyang Shi Ran looked at the Wang Mansion and walked.

When he arrived at the gate, the minions who had been guarding the gate saw him and shouted, "Where is the homeless? Get lost! ”

Zhao Jingyang grinned, caught a glimpse of the stone lion beside him, grabbed one of the lion's legs with his backhand, picked it up, and the thousand-pound big lion swept with a whin, and several minions turned into meat paste in the blink of an eye.

As soon as he threw it, the stone lion smashed on the gate of the palace and smashed the gate to pieces. The huge plaque fell, and Zhao Jingyang raised a kick and kicked it into pieces.

This movement had already alarmed the people in the Wang Mansion.

Faintly heard messy footsteps coming from all directions; Zhao Jingyang walked in a tiger's step, stepped on the ruins of the gate of the Wang Mansion, and walked in.

There were many shadows, and many black suits rushed over; In Zhao Jingyang's hand, I don't know when, there was an extra bronze-colored mace!

His feet moved, and his figure flashed; Without anyone responding, he was already among the first group of black-suited gunmen to rush over when they heard the movement.

Heavy pick-up, oolong out of the hole, buzzing and roaring, where it passes, it will die if it touches it, and it will be broken next to it!

Two breaths, this team of seven or eight gunmen, all of them became crumbling mud on the ground!

This heavy piece is also a treasure dug up in the dark - it weighs 360 pounds, and the color is bronze, but I don't know what kind of metal it is made of.

It's a pity that now in Zhao Jingyang's hands, it can't exert its true power; Just by virtue of its weight and indestructible characteristics, it is slightly more lethal. It's really that Zhao Jingyang himself is not yet extraordinary, and he can't use its wonders.

A few breaths killed seven or eight people, Zhao Jingyang jumped up, got up two or three feet, went five or six feet, and killed another team of gunners.

At this moment, the gunshots had already started, and the screams were repeated, but only a few breaths, the gunshots were abrupt, and everyone died.

Zhao Jingyang let out a long roar, raised a foot, picked up the stone lion that flew in from the gate before, shook off a whip leg, and the lion flew up in the air, crossed a distance of dozens of meters, and smashed on the first western-style building that entered the door, smashing half of the western-style building!

"Wang Han soul, come out and die!"

The Wang's Mansion was boiling.

Wang Hansoul was serving tea with Fujita in the living room, adding all kinds of oil and vinegar, talking about how Zhao Jingyang should die; I had already provoked Fujita's heart.

Right here, hearing the loud rumbling sound and the faint sound of gunshots, Wang Hansoul's face changed, and when he stood up, he already heard Zhao Jingyang's long howl!

Wang Ma hurriedly walked in: "Master, it's Zhao Jingyang!" ”

Wang Hansoul took a long breath, a smile on his face, and said to Fujita: "This little deflated three is really here... Mr. Fujita, do you want to take a look at this Zhao Jingyang, who is known for his martial arts? ”

Fujita stood up, his burly figure like a wall. He sneered: "He dares to kill us Orientals, just to see what kind of color it is!" ”

Wang Hansoul laughed: "Zhao Jingyang came to the door to seek death by himself, so I slaughtered him here, borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, and gave Mr. Fujita a meeting gift." ”

Fujita said, "Okay. ”

When the group came out of the house, they suddenly heard a firecracker-like explosion in their ears. Fujita looked up and saw that on a small western-style building on the left and right sides in front of him, two tongues of fire were sprayed crosswise, and bullets rained down.

"Heavy machine guns?"

Fujita glanced at Wang Hansoul.

Towers, heavy machine guns, it's like a battlefield!

The heart of the king of the Han Soul has been based on Shanghai Beach for many years, and few people have no choice but to get him, and it is really not unreasonable.

At this moment, a large tree crossed the sky, the huge canopy fluttering, the trunk of the tree flew towards the left watchtower with a large cloud of dirt, and it was shattered in mid-air by a rain of machine-gun bullets.

But then, a large piece of more than a dozen bricks fan-shaped follow-up, half of the road was broken by bullets nearly half, and the rest smashed on the watchtower like a cannonball, booming in a series of loud noises, the watchtower on the left side immediately muted fire.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a black shadow whistling in the wind, and at a speed that was difficult to follow up with the naked eye, it jumped into the air, crossed a distance of fifty or sixty meters, and crashed into the watchtower on the right.

Zhao Jingyang came in all the way, and a team of gunners turned into mud under his heavy blow, and the rest of them broke up in panic, wolves rushed to the dolphin, and rushed to this point, machine guns roared suddenly, cross-fired, he hurriedly dodged and moved, avoiding behind a flower bed.

Seeing a big tree in the flower bed, that is, upside down and out, hard throwing, by the way kicked and smashed the flower bed, the masonry was in the air, snapped and instantly made more than a dozen feet, the masonry made a cannonball, followed by the big tree, and attacked to the side of the watchtower.

The flowers and trees were shattered by bullets in mid-air, fluttering and sprinkling, obscuring one side; The bricks and stones that followed took advantage of this to shelter, and Tai was half intact, and the boom smashed into one wall of the watchtower on that side.

The watchtower was immediately dumb fire.

Zhao Jingyang laughed, jumped into the air, and threw himself towards the watchtower on the other side; The tongue of fire from the machine gun on the tower, on this side, followed him behind his ass and ate ashes; His burly body slammed into the tower, crashed through the wall, and then picked up a heavy hammer, and smashed the man with a machine gun into the mud!

It's gray, and it's dark.

Zhao Jingyang turned his head suddenly, his eyes were like electricity, firmly locked on the few people in front of the main building not far away; He laughed like thunder, raised his heavy blow, like a roc spreading his wings, and when he rose and fell, he came closer.

A cobweb that landed on both feet and trampled on; The murderous pavement, the terrifying face is colorless!

Bang Bang Bang!

There was a series of gunshots, but it was Fujita who raised his gun and fired.

Although he was intimidated by Zhao Jingyang's fierce anger, Fujita was an officer after all, and his reaction was far from being comparable to Wang Han's soul. A pistol instantly smelled of a machine gun, and all the bullets were deducted in one go.

The two guards beside him also reacted. The two guns were raised and shot at Zhao Jingyang.

Zhao Jingyang was here, but he did not avoid it at all.

If you talk about the heavy machine gun before, it is still a bit of a threat to him; There are only a few pistols in front of him, so he can't help it!

Let the bullets hit the body, like mosquito bites, only the clothes are broken, and there are a few white spots on the body, and the oily skin has never been broken!

With a heavy bang in his hand and two nods, Fujita's two guards were smashed into indescribable objects from head to toe.

Zhao Jingyang approached, grabbed Fujita's neck, and threw it with his hand, and the officer who was surprisingly tall among the devils flew out like a straw and smashed in with the door behind him.