Scarface looked at the mop stick on his chest in disbelief, froze in place, and then fell into the arms of the younger brothers.

"Brother Dao!" The thugs surrounded in panic.

Only the homeless remained quietly.

"Avenge Brother Dao!"

The four tigers picked up Scarface's machete, stood in place and yelled, but they didn't rush up.

The younger brothers didn't seem to hear the voice of the four tigers, but just "cried" around Brother Dao, and then squeezed into a tacit understanding and squeezed farther and farther away from the homeless.

Even the corpse with Brother Dao was dragged away.

Captain Wu just looked at the group with a frown.

Boom.

A gunshot rang out.

The most powerful little brother who "cried" burst out a cluster of blood flowers and lay side by side with Brother Dao.

The scene fell silent in an instant.

Four burly men in suits slowly walked out of the hall pushing an old man in a wheelchair.

The old man wiped the pistol in his hand and said weakly.

"Kill him."

Then he pointed to the homeless man.

There was no love for talent, and there was no hypocrisy and politeness, all the thugs seemed to be stimulated, and shivered together, like a pack of vicious dogs, and pounced on the homeless man as if they were desperate.

The homeless man took a deep breath.

……

punching,

Palm,

Split shoulders,

Squeeze, squeeze, press

Inch Strike,

Knee top,

Elbow Punch,

……

One word, one eye, one move.

In an instant, the homeless man was surrounded by wailing people.

"Take a knife and slash."

The old man in the wheelchair waved again, and the four men in suits beside him walked over to two, picked up the blades on the ground, and joined the battle formation.

The homeless man pulled out the broken stick on Scarface's chest, and Ping Pong resisted the stormy slash of the two in front of him.

This style of play is fatal, and when the two first entered the battle, they killed two of their own thugs who did not get out of the way in time.

The homeless man moved frequently, dropped the broken stick in his hand, barely avoided the powerful slashing of the two, and relied on footwork to support it.

The old man in the wheelchair tentatively aimed at the homeless man with a pistol for a while, and when he found that it was indeed inaccurate, he fired two shots at the group of waste thugs who were hiding on the side.

The tiles cracked, and ricochets splashed onto the calves of a thug who rolled on the ground and held his leg in pain, but did not dare to make any wailing sounds.

"Let's go together." The old man commanded weakly.

The thugs picked up the weapons on the ground again and rushed over with the two men in suits.

The space for the homeless to dodge is sealed, and the pressure is full.

Zhang Youzhi pushed open the door from the second floor, with a knife stuck in his chest - after pulling out the rope and cutting it, he found blood in his chest and inserted it back.

The blood hole in the abdomen was strangled by Zhang Youzhi with a belt.

Zhang Youzhi, who was standing upstairs, looked at the chaotic scene in the hall in a daze.

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"Huh? It's him? Why is he here, so powerful. ”

Zhang Youzhi saw the battlefield and the brave posture of the homeless man, and was amazed for a while.

The hall was full of blood, and the white tiles became scarlet and sweet, Zhang Youzhi carefully observed the battle situation, and soon found the old man in a wheelchair.

Although I don't know what the situation is, the homeless man is obviously in his group. If he hadn't suddenly barged in, he might have been killed.

In that case, before you die, help him first. As for Hermione, he can save it, and if he can't save him, there is no way.

Zhang Youzhi pulled out the dagger, held it with his backhand, pressed his bloody shoulder, and sneaked down the stairs with his body.

……

The situation of the homeless man was very bad, and he didn't expect that he, an ancient martial arts practitioner, would actually fall into the hands of a bunch of scoundrels.

In a hurry, he accidentally broke the neck of a thug and snatched the machete in his hand.

Just as he was thinking about how to break the game, the light-transmitting floor-to-ceiling windows in the hall in four directions were shattered, and four men in black clothes, black hats, black ties, black leather shoes, black pants, black sunglasses and black hair rushed in.

Then three of them joined the battle, and I don't know what they did, and when their hands rose and fell, a thug collapsed on the ground. Some of the thugs had stinging stings on their faces and sour water, as if they were pouring water onto sodium blocks in a high school lab.

The screams suddenly erupted, instantly covering the sound of humming and chirping on the field, and the homeless man saw the opportunity to cut off the arm of a thug in a suit. Then the tide of the battle was reversed.

The remaining man in black walked in the direction of the old man in a wheelchair.

Zhang Youzhi had already lurked behind the flower pot behind the old man in a wheelchair, and when he saw this scene, he suddenly had a strange premonition. The four men seemed to be coming for him.

Sure enough.

The leader shouted.

"Where is Zhang Youzhi? Dead? ”

"Dead, who are you?" The old man frowned and looked at the guy dressed as if he were attending a funeral.

"Damn, I didn't catch up, I'm going to be deducted from my salary." The man in black scolded angrily.

Although he was wearing sunglasses, it could be seen that this person's face was ugly.

Zhang Youzhi is very familiar with his expression, which is the expression of being deducted from his performance when he goes to work.

The two groups of people quickly became distinct, and the bloodied homeless man stepped over some unknown bodies like the god of war, and walked slowly in the direction of the wheelchair.

The rest of the people protected the old man in a wheelchair behind him, armed with machetes and sticks, and confronted the murderous homeless man and the four men in black in front of him.

"Where's his body?" The man in black who had taken the lead from earlier walked over to the old man in the wheelchair.

The rest of the men rushed forward to stop him.

"Hey the dogs." Ya Ye sat in a wheelchair, and the jade wrench finger was lightly buckled on the shell of the pistol, and he spoke lightly.

"!" The four men in black scolded angrily at the same time, their expressions under their sunglasses gradually distorted, and it was obvious that their anger value was full.

How do you collect the body after feeding the dog? This time, I am afraid that my salary will be deducted as a negative amount.

The homeless man's eyes were also blood-red when he heard this, and he walked over with the bloody knife step by step.

"I think we can talk—ahhh Yaye's voice stopped abruptly.

Zhang Youzhi swallowed the last pill into his stomach, concentrated all his strength, threw himself into the wheelchair, stabbed the dagger into the old man's mouth, and turned it inside like a scarred face, stirring the blood on his tongue and teeth into a lump, and the blood sprayed all over the ground.

"Alive!"

The four mortuaries were ecstatic and rushed directly in the direction of Zhang Youzhi.

One of the men in a suit barely came back to his senses, and the big knife in his hand almost cut Zhang Youzhi in half, but even so, Zhang Youzhi still held the old man of the tooth master, and the dagger stirred everything that could be touched inside into a pulp.

The eyes of the four mortuaries were red at that time, and the corpse powder and bone crushing nails in their hands were scattered in all directions without money, and after fascinating a group of people, they cooperated with the homeless man to tear the defense line of the last two men in suits, and the four of them hugged Zhang Youzhi in their arms.

Some hold the upper body, some hold the lower body.

"Big brother, big brother, don't die, don't die, hold on for another seven hours and then die." A mortuary's teeth chattered, trembling as he tried to bring the two Zhang Youzhi together.

Zhang Youzhi is already only breathing in and not breathing. His eyes widened, and his tongue stuck out as if he was staring at him.

"Hurry, adrenaline."

An undertaker pulled out a tube of adrenaline from his bosom and hesitated.

"Fight! What are you doing in a daze?! ”

"Hit the edge or play the side?"

"All fight, all fight, hurry up!"

"Boss, what should I do?" A newcomer mortuary asked the leader.

"We must hang his life and send him to the hospital, quickly."

The homeless man hesitantly walked over to see the horrific scene in front of him.

He trembled, stretched out his big, blood-stained rough hand, and slowly closed Zhang Youzhi's eyelids.

This action aroused the hostility of the four mortuary divisions.

"I'm not dead yet, what are you looking for, bad luck!" A thrifty master slapped the homeless man's hand away, and reopened Zhang Youzhi's closed eyelids.

Zhang Youzhi: ......

Zhang Youzhi felt that he had to say something to prove that he was still alive.

"We seem to be in trouble."

A faint voice rang out out of thin air, but it sounded familiar.

"Who?" The four of them were all shocked, even the homeless man who killed people without blinking an eye was startled.

Zhang Youzhi winked at the five of them again.

"You're still alive?!" The four of them held Zhang Youzhi's upper body in surprise and threw his lower body aside.

"This analgesic is simply a miracle drug, I don't hurt at all." Zhang Youzhi looked at the intestines that were squirming out, and the leg that was a little far away from him, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Great, this medicine lasts for six hours, let's go to the hospital for another hour, and you can die. When the time comes, the four of us will collect your body. The lead mortuary opened his mouth sincerely.

"But will we still be alive then?"

Zhang Youzhi sighed.

I saw that the hall that had been crooked before was now densely packed with people, and there were no less than ten enemies with guns alone.

As the largest gang-related group in Crane City, it has been rampant for decades, how can it be just this person.

As early as when Captain Wu came in, as the third leader of the gang-related group, Ya Ye had already gathered other members of the church.

The six of them were surrounded!

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"Don't worry." The leading mortuary patted Zhang Youzhi on the shoulder, accidentally shook out the intestines a little more, and hurriedly stuffed it back again.

"We have entrusted the person in charge of the company's Hecheng to go to the local government for help, and this should be almost there."

Sure enough, the head of the mortuary was chatting with the "second master" who surrounded them.

The people in the hall suddenly rioted

Outside the sky, rumbling helicopter gunships blocked the airspace from far and near. A large number of lightly armoured police vehicles drove into the area, blocking all intersections.

With a violent explosion, several areas of the hall were blasted, and the windows on the second floor were shattered into slag. The entire hall becomes transparent on all sides.

Just like in the movie, the rope tied to the special forces descended from the sky, and killed the more than a dozen beautiful boys holding guns from a high place in an instant.

Hundreds of well-trained armed warriors armed with blast shields quickly burst through the entrances, and those who resisted immediately shot and killed, quickly cutting the hall into several areas and surrounding everyone.

"Look, it's the finale." The lead mortuary grinned.