When Lin Wei opened the door of the warehouse, he was greeted by two machetes.

Everything in front of him quickly slowed down, even as it had never been.

At this moment, he even felt as if the whole world had more than doubled down.

The sharp blade brushed in front of him, and the hideous faces of the enemy in front of him seemed to be frozen in mid-air, and he just stepped back and flirted with his backhand.

The baseball bat turned into light and shadow, and a person's head was hit hard and slanted away, Lin Wei was not sure if he had killed anyone this time, but the speed of his heart thumping made his eyes seem to be covered with a layer of blood red.

"Die!"

His shouting was like a bomb had been ignited, and for a moment, the chaotic shouts in the audience were like a concerto of hell.

Lin Wei kicked out suddenly, and the other person in front of him bent down like a shrimp, he didn't spare his hand, jumping to his knees.

As his knee touched the cheek of the man in front of him, he faintly heard the sound of bones shattering.

But he didn't stop.

I even forgot the name of my target for a while.

He just swung his bat like a tiger into a pack of wolves, and his arms and legs slashed at people like a tomahawk.

The baseball bat quickly broke, and he tossed it aside and picked up a machete that had fallen by an unknown person.

He doesn't use a machete to cut people, only to parry his opponent's weapons, but his punches and kicks are not inferior to the weapons in his hands, and every time he attacks, someone will lie down.

There was no sound, no screams, all Lin Wei could hear was his own fiery wheezing, the restless sound of his heart beating rapidly, like a war drum rumbling.

"Brother Zhenyong! Run! ”

Lin Wei was suddenly woken up - it was Brother Zhenyong's three words, which made his originally chaotic brain clear in an instant, and he gasped and looked around, and the battle situation was already clear.

The number of enemies was more than double that of him, but at this moment, as far as the eye could see, they were all familiar with each other, still screaming and chasing the enemy and slashing and slashing.

And those people of the Southern Sect were like cowardly and incompetent lambs, running in all directions with a miserable wail, obviously judging from the number of people, they were far from the time to rout.

Lin Wei's gaze met with one person's four eyes.

Huang Dayong.

Huang Dayong just made eye contact with him, and subconsciously let go of the machete in his hand, most of his head was wrapped in thick gauze, but even so, Lin Wei could see the fear on his face.

It's like looking at some incredible ghost.

No, it's not just him.

Lin Wei looked around, and anyone whose eyes made contact with him, whether it was friend or foe, subconsciously looked away.

"Where is Zhang Zhenyong!"

Lin Wei stared at Huang Dayong and asked angrily.

And Huang Dayong subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.

A middle-aged man with a scar on his face.

The middle-aged man's face changed, and in the end, he just stared at Lin Wei with a fierce face, and stretched out his hand behind his waist.

Lin Wei's face also changed.

Time slowed down again, and his hand quickly touched his waist, obviously later than Zhang Zhenyong started to move, but he took out the pistol given to him by Ding Qing first, buckled the safety, pulled the bolt, and reached three points and one line.

Zhang Zhenyong is still pulling the bolt of the gun a little rusty at the moment - Lin Wei has not touched many firearms in his volunteer police career, but pistols are obviously the type he has been exposed to the most.

At this moment, under the nervous overload, the incomparably clear brain told Lin Wei everything he had to do.

It's like shooting a target.

"Bang!"

Muzzle flames and loud sounds echoed through the empty abandoned warehouse.

The sound of the fighting in the field suddenly became quieter, and then it became quiet for a moment as the second gunshot rang out.

"Bang!"

Lin Wei pressed the trigger again.

The rough inferior pistol was probably a handmade product dug out of nowhere, Lin Wei's first shot was aimed at Zhang Zhenyong's arm, but the bullet didn't know where it flew, and the second shot he simply shot by feeling, but luckily hit Zhang Zhenyong's palm.

The pistol in Zhang Zhenyong's hand fell to the ground, and he screamed miserably, trying to bend down to pick it up.

"If you don't want to die, fucking fuck off!"

Lin Wei burst out and rushed forward.

Huang Dayong was the first to dodge - then the second, and then the third, as if someone had taken the lead, and everything became logical.

Zhang Zhenyong, who was originally protected by everyone, was completely exposed in front of Lin Wei in this way.

"Bang!" Lin Wei fired a third shot.

Because the shot was close enough, he accurately hit Zhang Zhenyong's shoulder.

Zhang Zhenyong, who originally bent down to pick up the gun, let out a miserable scream again, because of the impact of the bullet, he fell to one side, lay on the ground, and struggled to roll and crawl.

Lin Wei passed by Huang Dayong's side.

He raised his hands tremblingly, but after Lin Wei glanced at him, he quickly put his hands down again, and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.

"If the Southern Sect doesn't want to die, they will all squat down for Lao Tzu!"

Lin Wei was inspired.

As a result, a large number of people from the Southern Gate Sect simply squatted or simply lay on the ground.

All sorts of weapons fell to the ground.

The people who were still standing at the north gate also recovered from the emotions of the fight, and after realizing it, they began to make people lie down and put their weapons away.

Zhang Zhenyong was still struggling, reaching for the pistol.

But one foot stepped on the pistol faster.

He looked up and saw Lin Wei's condescending face.

The two had never met, and even at this moment, he didn't know Lin Wei's name.

"Xiba..." Zhang Zhenyong let out a low curse, gave up the struggle, covered his right hand, and gasped.

Lin Wei grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up: "Zhang Zhenyong? ”

Zhang Zhenyong, whose face was still full of ferocity, glared at Lin Wei angrily: "Who the are you!" ”

"Lao Tzu is the North Gate faction, Lin Wei of the Ding Qing group! Remember? Son of a bitch! Lin Wei slammed a punch into his face.

The fist peak grazed his cheek, causing Zhang Zhenyong's face to open up in an instant.

Blood gushed out, but Zhang Zhenyong just snorted and squeezed out a voice from between his teeth: "This time I planted it, Xiba, what do you want!?" ”

He realized that this time he had really lost completely—fuck, he didn't even see Ding Qing's face, and he was actually defeated by his men.

But until this moment, Zhang Zhenyong still failed to realize the seriousness of the situation.

"Coincidentally, I'm curious too... Big! Lin Wei grabbed him by the collar and forcibly dragged the man, who also looked like he was 1.8 meters tall.

The big head behind him ran over panting: "Brother? ”

"Take it away."

Lin Wei glanced around, his other hand still holding a pistol.

"Who's the second-in-command?"

No one spoke.

Lin Wei turned his head to look at Huang Dayong: "How many people are there on your head?" ”

Huang Dayong was silent, but his eyes quietly glanced to the side.

"Nishihachi!" A burst of shouting rang out in his ears, but Lin Wei just quickly twisted his arm, aimed his pistol at the man, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

After a roar, the man who was about to get up in anger fell to his knees with his chest clutched in horror.

Lin Wei looked around with an indifferent expression, at this moment, except for those from the North Gate Sect and Zhang Zhenyong, who was being pressed out by the big head, almost all the people from the South Gate Sect were lying on the ground: "Who else." ”

Huang Dayong just looked at the former eldest brother who was struggling to lose his breath and swallowed his saliva.

Until the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his head: "I'm asking you." ”

"No more! Without! They're all dead! Huang Dayong's voice was sharp and shouted loudly like a woman.

"Fuck you Huang Dayong!" A member of the Southern Sect beside Huang Dayong shouted angrily.

Lin Wei just moved the muzzle.

"You're fighting..."

"Bang."

Lin Wei's pistol roared again.

Drain...

The sound of water sounded.

Huang Dayong's legs trembled, and he almost couldn't maintain the movement of kneeling on the ground, and his crotch was wet in the blink of an eye.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! I listen to you, brother, Brother Lin! Huang Dayong almost crawled to Lin Wei's feet.

Lin Wei put away the pistol expressionlessly, pressed the safe, picked up the pistol under his feet, and skillfully opened the magazine to check it.

"Bring the dead to the car, clean up the warehouse... Cui Yonghao! ”

Lin Wei shouted again.

Cui Yonghao staggered over - he looked like he had been beaten a lot, and his clothes were a lot of rotten.

"Is it okay?" Lin Wei looked at him.

Cui Yonghao's face flashed with excitement: "Brother, I'm fine, it's all skin trauma!" ”

"Take a few people, watch them work, clean up this place, and I'll pick you up later." Lin Wei instructed and handed Zhang Zhenyong's pistol to him.

Cui Yonghao's hands were trembling, but he still took the pistol and said loudly: "I promise that there will be no mistakes!" ”

"The magazine is full... I don't believe that there are so many hard bones in the Southern Sect. ”

Lin Wei glanced coldly behind him, and Huang Dayong immediately answered in a trembling voice: "I know, I can clean it up, I know how to do it, brother!" Elder brother! ”

At this time, the people of the Southern Gate Sect who were still on the ground were all terrified.

Lin Wei took out his cigarette case, took one in his mouth, stuffed one into Cui Yonghao first, and threw one on Huang Dayong's body - he was still kneeling on the ground at the moment.

Huang Dayong ignored the cigarette falling to the ground, hurriedly picked it up with his trembling hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Lin Wei first lit it for himself and Cui Yonghao, then squatted down, and after pointing it to Huang Dayong, he patted his face with his hand: "I like your knowledge of current affairs." ”

Huang Dayong had a smile on his face, even though the smile was a little ugly, he still tried his best to say in a humble tone: "Brother, thank you." ”

He had a cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't even dare to take a puff, he just held it.

Lin Wei got up and spit out a puff of smoke: "What the are you doing?" Do the dead stink? ”

The people from the North Gate Sect behind him moved as if they had just woken up from a dream, and began to drag the people who couldn't move out of the field.

Lin Wei never looked back.

It's just that after walking out of the warehouse, I was dazzled by the harsh sunlight.

He reached out and put his hand over his head, only to find blood on his palm.

Luckily, none of this blood was his.

Datou stood next to a black sedan - this was Zhang Zhenyong's car, but now, it didn't belong to him.

"Brother, this car is better." The big head showed a smile that looked a little silly to Lin Wei.

Lin Wei grinned: "It's good..."

He glanced at the distance, in the van, Zhang Zhenyong was lying in it tied with hemp rope, his arm was still bleeding, and his face was cold and resentful.

Lin Wei just looked at him faintly for a moment and waved his hand.

"Big head, let's go."

"Brother!" The big head immediately responded loudly.

The black sedan drove to the port of Incheon with a van.

Lin Wei dialed his mobile phone.

"Yo! brother！ ”

Ding Qing's voice on the other end of the phone was still relaxed.

"Incheon Port?"

"Warehouse Eleven, there's someone at the door." Ding Qing's voice was filled with joy: "It's done?" ”

"Zhang Zhenyong is still alive, and I only left one named Huang Dayong, and Cui Yonghao, my subordinate, cleaned up the scene in the warehouse." After Lin Wei finished speaking, Ding Qinghaha's laughter sounded over there.

"Come on, come on, meet our boss for you, Boss Cheng has just arrived... Come on! ”

"Hmm."

Lin Wei hung up the phone and sat in the back seat of the car as if collapsed.

"Big head."

"Brother! I'm here. ”

"Is there any paper?"

After searching for a long time, a little toilet paper was found in his trouser pocket.

After Lin Wei took it, he wiped it on his hands for a long time, but the dried blood stains did not fade at all.

"Hey..."

He simply tossed the tissue out.

The blood-stained tissues disappeared outside the car window.

And he simply opened the window of the car like this, letting the wind outside the car blow away the blood on his body, and also blowing his short hair, which had just grown a little.

It's dusk.

As far as the eye could see, thousands of miles of burning clouds covered the sky, and the afterglow of the sunset fell warmly on his body, but he felt a little cold because of the sweat on his body.

"It's... It's a nice day. ”

He said.