Zhang Qu stepped on his sword and crossed the air, watching Harry below crawl and flee away, and was about to return to the hotel where he was staying, when he suddenly saw several cars speeding towards this side on the country road a few miles to the northeast, and the sound of gunfire was clearly audible.

In just a few moments, the chasing cars came closer, and both cars in the back leaned out of their windows and opened fire on the one in front.

Bang bang bang...... Sudden ......

The car in front was shot in all directions, and the glass behind it was shattered.

Zhang Quyi frowned, it seems that the security of the United States is not good, the proliferation of guns naturally breeds violent crimes, if the rice Yankees are not rich, I am afraid that it will be even more chaotic than the Middle East, Mexico and Brazil are examples, full of drugs and violent crimes, drug criminals even dare to end the police station, and there are so many criminals that even prisons are not enough.

At this time, there was a loud bang, and the car that was fleeing in front of it drifted and crashed into a tree on the side of the road in order to avoid bullets, and the rear wheels flew off. The man in the car reacted very quickly, immediately kicked the car door and ran to the river, and did not forget to turn around and fire two shots.

Zhang Quyi showed a strange look on his face, this is too coincidental, the person who ran down from the car turned out to be the fourth Nalan victory.

At this time, the two cars behind also stopped on the side of the road, and seven or eight men in black chased them out and fired indiscriminately at Nalan Desheng in front.

Nalan Triumphantly stepped forward, rolled forward neatly, hid behind a rock, raised his hand and shot back twice, and the man in black who was chasing over there immediately fell down, holding his leg and screaming.

The remaining seven black-clothed men hurriedly slowed down and scattered on all sides, obviously all of them were old rivers and lakes.

Nalan was lying behind the stones, sweating profusely, his bloodshot eyes showing ferocity and hatred, and his hands holding the gun were stained with blood.

"Damn, I'm fighting with you!" Nalan stood up triumphantly, and was about to fight to break the net, but suddenly stood on the spot, because the seven black-clothed men had fallen at some point.

"Fourth!"

Zhang went to stand behind Nalan Victorious and shouted, and the latter turned sharply and shot in a thud.

Zhang Quyi raised his left hand and easily grabbed the bullet, Nalan was stunned, the fierce expression on his face gradually dissipated, his eyes softened, and he said with a look of disbelief: "Third child, is it really you?

Zhang Quyi sighed secretly, the fourth child in front of him was full of vicissitudes, and he was no longer the coquettish boy he was back then, he was younger than himself, but now he looks like an uncle in his thirties, which shows that the past few years have not been satisfactory.

Indeed, the fourth child was a top student of Jinghua University, his family was not short of money, and he had a bright future, but in the end he had to abandon all the outlaws.

"Fourth!" Zhang Quyi stretched out his hand and pressed Nalan Victory's shoulder, his heart was full of apologies and guilt, strictly speaking, Nalan Victory's father and son were all affected by themselves.

Nalan Desheng's lips twitched, and it took a long time before he burst out: "Third child, I knew that you couldn't die!"

Zhang Quyi gave Nalan Desheng a bear hug, and said apologetically: "Fourth, you have suffered in the past few years!"

Nalan Desheng had a trace of warmth in his eyes, and said with a smile: "It's hard work, I eat and drink spicy food in the United States, and I don't know how comfortable I am." As far as my dad does, something will happen sooner or later, and I have been mentally prepared for a long time, and you don't have to feel guilty about the third child. ”

Although Nalan Desheng said that he was relaxed and free, but the vicissitudes of life on his face explained everything, how could Zhang Quyi not see it, but he still joked: "It is really comfortable to be put behind the ass and put a gun!"

Between men, there is no need for tears and cowardly comfort, a hug, a joke, or even a kick in the ass is the best spiritual healing.

Nalan Desheng scolded with a smile: "Comfortable fart, my brother almost hung up, you are still gloating!"

"Tell me, what the hell is going on?"

Nalan Desheng's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he said in a deep voice: "It's not about grabbing territory!"

When Zhang Quyi was injured and fell into a coma, Liu Xijun announced that Zhang Quyi was dead in order to hide people's eyes and ears. After that, the Zhen family began to "rectify" all the forces related to Zhang Quyi, and Nalan Chuba, who ran the gray industry, naturally bore the brunt, fortunately, Nalan Chuba had been operating in the capital for many years, and had a wide range of connections. And those under Nalan Chuba's subordinates, those who were caught were arrested, and those who were sentenced were sentenced, almost all of them were captured.

At that time, the eighth father and son of Nalan Chuchu considered escaping to the new city of northern Myanmar, but the new city was too close to Huaguo, and they were worried that the tentacles of the Zhen family could reach there, so they finally chose to flee to the United States.

As Nalan Desheng said, those who do this business will have an accident in advance, and a smart person like Nalan Chuba naturally prepared a way back for himself early, so the two fathers and sons will not be on the streets when they arrive in San Francisco.

In the past few years, Nalan and his son have gained a firm foothold in San Francisco, and they have begun to return to their old business, recruiting people and opening a boxing ring, but it is not a black boxing stadium, but a formally registered boxing gym.

However, if you open a gym, which one doesn't get a little dark? Otherwise, you don't want to gain a foothold in San Francisco. San Francisco is the second largest Chinese-populated city in the United States, and the largest Chinese gangs are also here.

Of course, it was not the Chinese gang that clashed with Nalande this time, but a Japanese gang called Wudaokou.

Tonight, the people of Wudaokou suddenly attacked the boxing gym, causing a lot of casualties, Nalan Desheng escaped by luck, and was chased by the other party all the way to this point, fortunately met Zhang Quyi, otherwise his life would be gone.

After Zhang Quyi listened to Nalan Desheng's brief explanation, he couldn't help frowning and said, "Where is the eighth master, he will be fine, right?"

Nalan said lightly: "He's not in the gym tonight!"

At this moment, the mobile phone in Nalan Desheng's trouser pocket suddenly rang, took it out and looked at it, and said with a smile: "Just said that he called!"

"Young Master Nalan, right, your old man is in my hands, and if you are interested, come to XX to see me now!"

Nalan Desheng's face changed miserably, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll be there soon!"

"Give you thirty minutes, every more than one minute, I'll chop off your finger!"

After the other party finished speaking coldly, he hung up the phone, Nalan Desheng held the phone, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were all raised.

"The fourth brother calms down, the eighth master will be fine, let's go!" Zhang Qu saw a flying sword at his feet, and flew up in the sky with Nalan Victory.

Nalan was so shocked that he opened his mouth, but he quickly calmed down, no matter how magical things happened to the third child, it was normal, and at the same time, the mood was inexplicably relaxed, saying that with the third child, what problem could not be solved?

An hour later, Zhang Quyi and Nalan Desheng landed on a ruined construction site, surrounded by more than a dozen men in black with guns, and immediately opened fire, apparently not intending to stay alive.

Zhang Quyi was not polite, and with a wave of the flying sword, he knocked these guys with a mouthful of birds to the ground, and Nalan Desheng on the side broke out in a cold sweat.

......

Inoue Yokoji is about forty years old, with a sturdy figure and a short hair in the middle of the person, and he looks like a Japanese countryman.

Wudaokou is a boxing gym opened by Inoue Yokoji, and it is on the same street as Nalan Desheng's victorious boxing gym, which inevitably has a conflict of interest, and there is a lot of friction.

There is no doubt that Yokoji Inoue is a ruthless character, he let his men attack the victory gym tonight, and he himself led people to sneak attack Nalan Chuhachi's residence, apparently trying to kill Nalan and his son, once and for all.

Inoue Yokoji's action went smoothly, breaking into Nalan Chuhachi's house and successfully capturing Nalan Chuhachi, but something went wrong at the Victory Gym, and Nalan ran away victoriously.

Inoue Yokoji naturally didn't want to leave the troubles, so he used Nalan to blackmail Nalan to win and send him to death.

At this moment, in the abandoned factory, Nalan Chuba was lying on the ground covered in blood, the wounds on his abdomen and thighs were still gurgling with blood, his face was as pale as paper, and his body was trembling. He was already afraid of the cold, but now he has lost too much blood and is dying!

Inoue Yokoji condescendingly admired the tragic situation of his opponent and mocked in blunt Chinese Chinese: "Chinese people are garbage, the sick man of East Asia!"

Nalan Chuba opened his eyes slightly, spit out a mouthful of blood disdainfully, and said lightly: "The dog of the Japanese country is also worthy of licking the ass of the people of the United States!"

"Yaga!" Inoue Yokoji raised his foot and stepped on the wound on Nalan Chuhachi's leg and crushed it vigorously, and the latter almost fainted in pain.

Bang bang bang......

There was a gunshot outside, and Inoue Yokoji let go of his foot and said with a sneer: "Your son is a filial son, come to die!"

"I'm afraid it's you who will die!"

Zhang Quyi and Nalan walked in victoriously, and the latter picked up his pistol and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang......

Inoue Yokoji's head suddenly soared with a blood flower, the sinister smile on his face froze, and his eyes were full of disbelief, and he slowly fell backwards.

The dying Nalan Chuba's eyes suddenly lit up, and he struggled to stand up, Nalan Desheng hurriedly rushed over and held him down, and said hurriedly: "Dad, don't move!"

Zhang ...... Zhang Shao!" Nalan Chuba stared at Zhang Quyi, and a weak voice came out of his throat.

Zhang Qu frowned, Nalan Chuba's face was covered with life, and he was afraid that he would not be able to save him. Despite this, Zhang Quyi hurriedly stepped forward, first sealed the meridians around Nalan Chuba's wound, and crushed a few hemostatic pills and sprinkled them on the wound.

"Zhang Shao...... "Nalan obviously has something to say in the eighth year of junior high school.

Zhang Quyi shook his head and said, "Eighth Master, don't worry, you have time to speak!" After speaking, he folded an old ginseng and let Nalan Chuba hold it.

Nalan Desheng faintly felt that it was not good, this was a way to hang his life, and said hurriedly: "Third child, my dad is injured?"

Zhang Quyi said helplessly: "The eighth master's liver and spleen have been pierced by bullets, and he can't be saved, if you have anything to say, hurry up!"

Nalan was victorious, and he suddenly fell to the ground like a thunderbolt from the sky.