On the dozens of floors above, the remaining members of the Dragon Scales moved extremely smoothly, even in a strangely smooth manner.

Su Fuhua moved all the personnel arranged in advance to the rooftop. He gave up the ambush in order to fight Wang Zheng for the final battle.

Fight to the death, these four words happened between a strong young man and an old man with one foot already in the coffin. For the latter, it seemed even more tragic.

When Wang Zheng and several comrades arrived at the downstairs of the rooftop, Yang Ming was already waiting there.

Everyone seems to know that the final battle is about to happen.

"This old boy has withdrawn all the ambush and seems to be preparing for a decisive battle with us on the rooftop." Yang Ming said with a sneer, as if the word "fear" had never been in his dictionary.

Wang Zheng stood still, looked at the last staircase, took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes.

Countless images flashed before his eyes.

Wang Zheng saw the smoke of war suddenly rising from the blue sky and clear water of the Golden Triangle, making the entire battlefield full of bloody tragedy;

He saw one comrade after another being shot and fell down beside him, never to stand up again;

He saw Lao Sheng falling in front of him, his chest was bloody and bloody from a hail of bullets;

He saw Li Yiran being pushed into the cold morgue, her eyes that could no longer be opened...

In this battle, too many people have died, and many of them died because of themselves.

It's time to end, it's finally time to end.

Wang Zheng clenched his fists tightly, closed his eyes, and took deep breaths to adjust his emotions.

Before the final battle, he must abandon all sadness, forget all the past, let it all disappear for a short time, and let the firm will to fight fill his mind.

The dog is so anxious that he jumps over the wall, not to mention that he has to face Su Fuhua who is forced to a dead end! Without a tough mind and a clear mind, he will not be able to compete at the last moment of the battle of wits and courage!

Finally, after five full minutes, Wang Zheng finally opened his eyes.

He looked at his brothers. Except for Lao Jin who was still in the ventilation duct and Chen Kang whose legs were disabled, all the remaining brothers of Longlin were already here. They had endured too much like him over the years.

A lot of pain that shouldn't be endured.

No, there is another hadron.

Wang Zheng's eyes swept across their faces, and what he saw was no hesitation or fear, only perseverance and perseverance.

"I'm ready, are you ready?" Wang Zheng asked in a deep voice.

"We are all ready." All the dragon scale warriors replied in unison, their voices were not loud, but they revealed a sense of confidence to move forward.

Today, no one can stop them.

Wang Zheng clenched his fists. There was no need to say another word at this time. Everyone's firm eyes were already the best answer.

When Wang Zheng stepped over the rooftop door with one foot, he felt a cold light bursting towards him.

That was the look in Su Fuhua's eyes.

We haven't seen him for a long time. This old man seems to be much older than before. To describe him as dying is really not an exaggeration at all. The affairs of the Su family have made this old man heartbroken. Not only can he not enjoy his old age in peace, but he has to be forced into such a life.

Dead end.

Of course, all this is his own fault and no one else is to blame.

After each of the Dragon Scale warriors stood still and looked at their great enemy, they did not reveal any murderous intent, because their murderous intent had long been restrained and deeply rooted in their hearts.

No one can break their faith, no one can weaken their strength.

Looking at the dragon scale warriors standing in a row, Su Fuhua actually had a smile in his eyes.

He stretched out his skinny fingers and counted the Dragon Scale members one by one.

"One, two, three..." As he counted, Su Fuhua began to laugh. His laughter was arrogant and hysterical.

"These are the only ones left of you? Where have the once arrogant dragon-scale troops gone? Have they all been killed by me? Hahaha!" Su Fuhua laughed so hard that tears came out!

Wang Zheng said in a deep voice: "Su Fuhua, I must correct you. The Dragon Scale Army is a weapon of the country. It protects the country and the people. It has never been arrogant. It has never been so. Those things that were taken away by you, we all want it today.

Take them back one by one."

When he said these words, Wang Zheng couldn't help but feel sad. Even if he would win today, so many fresh lives before would never come back.

Wang Zheng is a man of flesh and blood. Even though he had spent several minutes before to get himself into the best fighting condition, he is still powerless now. The emotions are too turbulent. Even after several years, the pain is still clear.

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Su Fuhua sneered, with a strong sense of sarcasm in his tone, and said: "It's just you? Look how many of you there are, and how many people I have here? I'm afraid it's more than ten times as many as you! Even if everyone fires,

One shot and you will be beaten into a sieve!"

"Beat into a sieve?" Wang Zheng's eyes passed over the men with guns on guard behind Su Fuhua, and then shook his head: "On the battlefield, quantity will never be the decisive factor. Just like me,

I can still push your Lixin Manor to this point."

Wang Zheng's words undoubtedly stimulated Su Fuhua. The dilapidation of Lixin Manor was the thing that made him most angry. Especially when it was jointly raided by the army and police in the end, it touched the bottom line of his tolerance.

This was something he had spent his whole life building, and it was so ruined that it was irreparably ruined! And this was almost entirely the work of Wang Zheng alone!

"If you don't believe it, a few of us together can definitely wipe out your group." Wang Zheng threw away the assault rifle in his hand and pulled out two submachine guns from his waist! He looked straight ahead, and the murderous intention in his body was easing.

Rise slowly!

"Yeah?"

Su Fuhua sneered again, his eyes swept over the faces of Long Lin and his group, then he kicked Qiangzi, who was still curled up on the ground, and said, "Look, who is he?"

Two men stepped forward and kicked Qiangzi over, revealing his face covered in blood.

Because there was too much blood, Qiangzi's face was almost unrecognizable, but he had been living with the Dragon Scales for so many years, and everyone still recognized him at first sight!

After all, he was the protector of the Dragon Scale Warriors back then. With a single sniper rifle, he could kill most of the enemies from a distance and easily sweep away all the sniper positions arranged by the enemy!

He is the second master of Dragon Scale, and his brother!

"Hadron!"

When he saw Qiangzi, Wang Zheng almost rushed forward uncontrollably, but the sudden surge of reason still made him stop.

"Qiangzi, you have harmed so many of us! I will fucking kill you!"

Yang Ming raised his assault rifle angrily, with the trigger fully depressed!
Chapter completed!