Mr. Zhang’s sullen face was so gloomy that it could cover the entire villa.
Everyone in the audience obediently made way for him.
"Third Master!"
"Third Master!"
I haven't been so angry in years.
The two sons were kidnapped by the other party and used to threaten themselves.
"Are you sure all those people are here?"
The cold tone was like the biting coldness in winter, directly hitting the soul.
"Here! Third Master, we are always keeping an eye on them. Even if they have great abilities, they cannot escape."
"Okay! Come on!"
The gangsters moved forward with guns in hand.
Before taking the second step, the door of the house opened.
"Squeak!"
A figure was thrown out from inside.
It hit the door hard, raising a cloud of dust.
"Click!"
"Click!"
All guns were aimed at the people coming out of the door.
This person is none other than Meng Long.
And the person who was thrown to the ground was Zhang Ke.
Because Zhang Ke's face is so bloody and bloody, you really can't tell who it is at first glance?
Mr. Zhang's eyes were fixed on the people on the ground.
suddenly.
He recognized it.
That person is his eldest son, Zhang Ke.
"Boom!"
Even if you are fully prepared in your heart.
I can see my son being abused like this.
The powder keg in Master Zhang's heart was suddenly ignited.
"Kill them!"
The gangsters raised their guns one after another, trying to pull the trigger.
However.
Before they could pull the trigger.
A dozen knives and forks flew out of the room at once.
A moment.
A dozen gangsters fell to the ground, whining and howling.
The gangsters froze there, not daring to shoot.
"Asshole! What are you afraid of? Shoot!" Jin Xiong yelled.
"Boohoo!"
Suddenly, twenty more knives and forks flew out of the house.
The gangster in front of him fell down without any surprise.
Mr. Zhang’s eyes can almost spit out fire.
A few knives and forks blocked his people from the door.
"Come on, I don't believe they still have endless knives and forks!"
"That's right! We still have it!"
At this time.
The remaining special guards all walked out.
Everyone was playing with knives and forks.
Moreover, there was no fear at all on their faces.
Even full of excitement.
Master Zhang, after seeing them, his heart sank.
Only four people escaped just now.
Why are there so many now?
It seems that everyone is not easy to mess with.
Moreover, there is one person who has not appeared, and that is Meng Hu.
Could it be that there are a lot of people inside?
"Master Zhang, are you sure you want to shoot? Don't you know that both of your sons are in our hands?"
At this time, Meng Hu dragged Zhang Yi out from inside.
"Woo!"
Zhang Yi was thrown to the ground. When he saw his father, he shouted loudly, but unfortunately no one could hear him.
His mouth was still stuffed with a towel.
"son!"
"Yier, how are you?"
"asshole!"
Mr. Zhang glared at Meng Hu angrily, cursed loudly, and wanted to rush over to take a look at his two sons.
But, he didn't dare!
He took two hundred people with him, and everyone held a gun.
However, facing twelve people in front of me.
There seemed to be a sense of powerlessness in my heart.
Don't dare to take a step forward.
"You...what do you want!" Mr. Zhang gritted his silver teeth and said bitterly.
"It's not what you want, it's just that you offended someone you shouldn't have offended!"
Meng Long played with the Desert Eagle in his hand, "So, it must be punished!"
"Crack!"
"Bang!"
One shot hit Zhang Yi in the thigh.
Everyone was stunned.
"Buzz!"
Zhang Yi's eardrums shook and his head buzzed.
Suddenly, huge pain came.
To be continued...