It was getting dark.

In an abandoned elementary school warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

The 7-meter-high headlamp shines vertically, illuminating a black and gold coffin with fine workmanship and polishing.

Originally, it was a school that had been abandoned for more than ten years, and it was in tatters everywhere, entangled in cobwebs, and dust all over the ground, with a cold air of its own, and now a coffin was added in the center, and even the wind blowing in became weird.

On a wooden desk three or four meters away from the coffin, Li Kun sat leaning over, his eyes cold and solemn, staring straight at the coffin, refusing to move away for a moment.

To his left lay four men crookedly, each with gunshot wounds, dressed and drugged each other.

On his right hand side was a group of people dressed in uniform black clothes, about a dozen of them, more than half of them had large and small injuries on their bodies, all of them were wrapped in bandages, and they looked extremely miserable.

Obviously, the gang in black Li Kun didn't know in advance, but they followed Li Kun and must have been Lu Yiming's subordinates.

It was because of their sudden appearance that Yan Jun's Plan A was disrupted, and Li Kun became so passive.

Not to mention when he was on Longtou Mountain, but now that Li Kun sees them, he wants to take a sip!

Moreover, these people haven't said a word since they came, and Li Kun didn't have to open his mouth if he wanted to test their details.

At this moment, one of the four people who followed Li Kun on the left was shot in the abdomen, and his companion temporarily used a burning knife to dig up the bullet for him, and there was no anesthetic, so he picked up a wooden stick and bit it for him, and two helpers next to him held his hands and feet.

Under this condition alone, as soon as the knife went down, the man immediately struggled in pain, "Woo woo woo!" ”

He wanted to scream, but he could only bite the wooden stick, every cell in his body was struggling in pain, and all the green tendons on his forehead burst out!

Li Kun looked at them sideways, and just in time to see the moment the knife was drawn, a pile of yards flowed out......

The man with the knife trembled lightly with his hands and shoved his intestines back into his hands.

So twice, the poor guy who was shot fainted directly in pain.

The originally black ones were about to become the faces of the African natives, and they were extremely white in an instant.

Seeing this, Li Kun's eyes changed, he directly took out his gun, loaded it and walked towards the pile of black-clothed people on the right.

A shot was pointed directly at the head of the man in black with a mask in the lead, and he scolded, "What the are you guys here for?!" ”

In the eyes of outsiders, he was completely angry because he felt sorry for his brother's injury.

The moment he made this move, all the brothers behind the man in black stood up, and more than a dozen guns were pointed straight at Li Kun.

At the same time, one of the four people on the left was removed from the one who fainted, one was stitched up by the one who fainted, and the other two also stood up, holding guns and pointing at a dozen people on this side.

Obviously, in terms of numbers, the one wearing black clothes is better.

The leader looked up at Li Kun, didn't draw his gun, didn't even move, just sat there, looking up at Li Kun.

It was only at this time that Li Kun could see clearly the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and his heart was suddenly shocked.

A little older?

Lu Yiming is an old man with such skills, is it ......