Chapter 2357 Kill the Chicken to Intimidate the Monkey

The night is dark and the fire is like blood.

Before more than ten thousand blacks had time to die, in the bloody red flames, soldiers from the Beijing Guards who seemed to come from hell appeared silently at the building with ropes hanging down, forming a faint siege against more than ten thousand blacks on the street.

First, a pet made a harsh howling sound incessantly because he noticed the approach of the dangerous aura. Then the dog barked and then disappeared like a person's throat. The black man looked around at the buildings far and near, and looked around with his mouth wide open and unbelievably.

With their eyes dull and confused, they were surrounded.

The black man was as messy as a pan of fried oil in an instant, and then he found that all the cell phone signals were cut off. At this moment, a low and shocking sound of tracks came from not far away. Four tanks rolled up from both east and west, with the momentum of raging waves and roaring on the earth.

There was no shouting of killing that soared into the sky, but only his hideous faces and blood light reflected by guns. The black king looked at the murderous army and his self-righteous confidence had been loosened. He had to doubt again. This bastard Zhao Heng really dared to act regardless of the consequences?

"put!"

Another round of dense gunfire sounded. After more than 50 black men poured into the police station and fell to the ground with blood, the second round of bullets poured down with the rain. The twenty black men who exceeded the cordon were also humming. Before the screams fell, another cold and ruthless word sounded: "Let it go!"

The Zhao member who guarded the police station yard pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the gun was sucking and spitting out the fire. In an instant, it seemed like countless bright fireworks, shooting out dense fire nets of crisscrossing. The black man who was squeezed up by his companions behind him looked instantly frightened.

The third round of bullets came over again. The black man who was waving torches at the door just now seemed to be stubborn with a sharp sickle, and his body seemed to be twitching and jumping in the fiery fire net, and blood splattering, as if he was dancing a dance of death.

There were more than a hundred black bodies piled up in the blink of an eye at the door of the police station. The other black people were shocked and pale when they saw this. Then they were angry and wanted to throw out the torch and the mooring bottle, but were suppressed by the Beijing Guard troops coming from all around. Countless infrared rays locked the black heads holding weapons.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Before the black people outside stabilized, Zhao Heng appeared at the door of the police station again, holding a gun and wandering leisurely in the pool of blood. He pulled the trigger again at the black people who were not dead, completely killing their vitality. The gun was replenished and the bloody gun made the scene silent invisibly.

Although they opened their eyes for a long time and their eyes were stinging uncontrollably, the black man standing at the door was still unwilling to blink, for fear of missing out. So they clearly saw that a black man who was injured and not dead got up in panic and rushed out of the door with all his strength to avoid Zhao Heng's gun.

Bang! As Zhao Heng pulled the trigger, a dazzling fire light was about to rush to the black man outside the door. His head was so sharp that he tilted backwards, and a bloody rain of blood surged up from his neck. He maintained his inertia and rushed out two meters, then fell to the ground, without any hope.

The black king felt a heart-wrenching and almost suffocating pain.

The other black people witnessed their teammates, killed by someone who swept away the fallen leaves like autumn wind, and felt frightened and empathized with them. They could cleave all the weapons in their hands and breathe heavily. Although they were afraid of Zhao Heng's cruelty and ruthless bullets, their grief and anger had long suppressed their fear.

"Whoever dares to trek into the forbidden area will be killed without any hesitation!"

"Put down your weapon! Put down your mooring bottle!"

After knocking down more than a hundred black people at the front, the police station's horn sounded low, sweeping the entire drizzle-drift street and impacting the hearts of more than ten thousand people. Zhao Siqing personally stopped the black people outside: "Put down the weapon! Put down the moor bottle! Whoever dares to attack will kill it on the spot."

At this time, the duty manager and other witnesses were all stuffed into a room, and several live ammunition police officers were also guarding them to prevent the black people from rushing in. The latter also saw cruel bloody conflicts, so they cooperated to hide in the room, but still pricked up their ears to listen to the movements outside.

Zhao Siqing, holding the chat, used unofficial cruel words to remind black people, with the intention of hoping that they would not expand the incident anymore. Zhao Heng's ruthless killing made her feel complicated. She didn't want to die too many people anymore. Looking at the blood-stained floor at the door, she felt uncomfortable all over.

"Go ahead, fight them!"

I don’t know which foolish one shouted, which caused the originally terrified black man to be indignant. Many people raised the torches and ignited the burner, pushing their companions to the police station. The people who were ready to move became turbulent in an instant, and even the rain could not curb them.

In the expression of the black king's solemn or relieved, Zhao Heng held the hand of the short gun and suddenly raised his forward. With countless smashed mobilizers and torches, the sound of gunfire sounded like beans. The empty vision provided the warriors with enough targets to shoot.

The submachine guns on both sides were like two large combs, shot out from both east and west directions, gathering together, and accurately seemed to be performing. Wherever they passed, with the shiny bullets, blood splattered and the blacks rolled and screamed everywhere, and all the blacks who charged were ruthlessly killed.

After the two constant streams of bullets intersected, the gunshots became scattered. When the hundreds of corpses shot blocked the black man's steps, the officers and soldiers of the Beijing Guard began to shoot the black man holding a moor bottle. Under the stimulation of blood, their eyes turned blood-red.

It blooms with a fierce murderous aura.

No matter how large the group is, when it hits about 20% of its members, the rest will turn from anger to fear, and black people are not the case. When bullets are fired and knocked down more than a thousand black people, the black people's fighting spirit will fall apart and just want to escape.

Moreover, the strength of the two sides is already very different, and the Molotov cocktail can no longer withstand the guns. However, when they no longer care about the black king and his companions trying to escape, the soldiers around them ruthlessly suppressed and even shot them. No black man could escape from the streets and gaps.

All kinds of sounds are intertwined in this moment.

There were also some black people who were squeezed at the front and were difficult to escape. When they saw Zhao Heng standing at the door of the police station watching the show, their anger suddenly spread across their bodies like a volcanic explosion, making their blood rush, their eyes turned red, and more than ten people took out iron pipes and rushed towards Zhao Heng like a wolf.

He was extremely vicious and scolded.

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"

Zhao Heng glanced at them without comment, waved his fingers lightly, and the five members of the Zhao family greeted them. The sudden sound of gold and iron clashing sound seemed to be connected into a long sound. The sword light was like lightning and the wind was loud and short, with blood splashing, and people raising their heads, and earth-shaking roars.

A pink blood mist spread out because the lights were indescribably sad.

A black man bypassed the guard and rushed towards Zhao Heng. A sword light flashed in the air like a thunderous blow. The black man's body was cut off in the waist, and another stream of blood spurted out. Zhao Heng's face was covered with fine blood beads at this moment, and the long sword in his hand was cold and cold.

Many people who saw this scene breathed slightly. Although they were in their fifties, although they were used to seeing the blood and killings in the world, Zhao Heng's fierceness still made the black king feel suffocating and fearful. He began to feel that he had made a big mistake.

At this time, in a car not far from the street, a middle-aged man looked at the soldiers carrying live ammunition at the entrance, looked at the faint screams and gunshots, looked respectfully at a woman in the car, and lowered his voice: "Madam Du, Zhao Heng is probably starting a massacre again."

"Do we want to stop it?"

Princess Jin, who was pursing a cup of tea in the car, turned her head and looked at the environment outside the car, then shook her head gently and said: "It's meaningless. If Nan chanted Buddha's name to do this, I can pinch it and kill innocent people indiscriminately. After all, Black Street is the evil consequence of the Nan system itself."

Jin Ge Ge straightened his proud chest slightly and rubbed his fingers against the cup: "But forget it, just let's not say that he has already taken the truth tonight. Even if he is unreasonable, I can't help him. Besides, he needs to assist in my condition. Let's stand by and watch this matter."

"But this deviates from our goal!"

A wry smile flashed across Lian Ying's face. The master was not afraid of heaven or earth, but he was afraid of Zhao Heng, which made him feel a little frustrated: "Our plan this time is to instigate the black king to cause trouble through the clan association to involve and hold accountable the historical issues of the Southern Clan."

"Take the opportunity to poke Nan Nian Buddha off the stage!"

Lian Ying coughed gently, with a hint of unwillingness: "Now Nan chants Buddha's name is not only safe, but the black king and the others are also brutal suppression. Especially Zhao Heng digs out the clan association from the black king, and it will inevitably point the finger at us. Maybe we should help the black king."

Jin Ge Ge's lips curled up a joke: "The spearhead is pointed at us? How does he point at us? The black king was instigated by the clan association to collect money. What does it have to do with us? After the Tangjiazhuang incident, we have never had contact with the clan association, and it is ridiculous to touch us."

Lian Ying sighed, "Then we are in vain this time?"

"This won't be!"

King Gee drank the tea in a clean cup: "Using Zhao Heng's hand to pull out the cancer of Black Street is a good thing for China and the Du family. Think about it, without the headache of Black Street, the capital will be much quieter, and Lao Du's political career will also be more successful."

"In this game, we are all winners."

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