Facing these murderous three hundred men, even the daring Liu Biao felt a great pressure.
The most important thing is that these hundreds of big men are all with their upper bodies naked. It is estimated that Brother Dao wants to suppress them in terms of momentum, so the men in the front are all muscular men with lumps and muscles.
No matter who faces hundreds of muscular men, they will feel the pressure.
Zhang Yang, Liu Biao, Aze and the others are not supermen, they are just more powerful than ordinary people, and they have not reached the point where they can be defeated by ten thousand people.
"Gah..." There was a sound, and the two huge doors behind were closed. A "click" could be heard outside. Obviously, the door had been locked from the outside.
The three of them looked at each other, now there was no way out.
Zhang Yang didn't expect that Brother Dao would actually put up such a stage to entertain him. He didn't expect this.
Brother Dao's appeal has been repositioned in Zhang Yang's heart. In just a short time, Brother Dao was able to summon more than 300 people to the warehouse and set up a battle array. This has proved Brother Dao's power.
Zhang Yang didn't know that this was Brother Dao's usual trick. In ZH City, when Brother Dao had a conflict with others, he would always be polite before fighting. Of course, this "gift" is not a "gift" for giving gifts. Brother Dao's "gift" is hundreds of dollars.
Thousands of people surround your venue, overwhelming your opponents with momentum.
After all, gangsters are not like people think with watermelon knives and slashing people every day. If that were the case, then the gangsters would not be able to survive. After all, they have political axes, police, and law on their heads. No one wants to be a gangster in the next life.
The target of the police pursuit.
Therefore, when a gangster has a conflict with a gangster, he or she will usually summon his brothers or forces to support him. If the power disparity between the two sides is too great, then the war will naturally not start.
If they are evenly matched, then it depends on who is confident and who is ruthless. In short, in the end, one side will admit defeat, and it may not actually start a war.
There are still many special situations. For example, both sides want to save face, and things will naturally become serious. However, even at this time, they still will not easily start a war. If there is a boss on both sides, someone will broker an accommodation at this time.
The two parties find a step. If the reasonable person has the step, he will probably show his generosity, while the unreasonable person will show a little pretense, buy a few cigarettes, have a meal, and then turn enemies into friends, and everyone will be happy.
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Of course, when there is real hatred, showing off will not solve the problem. At that time, it depends on who has more money, and hires people to ambush the other party. In severe cases, he may be hacked to death, or in less serious cases, he may be maimed and maimed to avoid future troubles.
In short, in the arena, the real boss will generally not easily make enemies with anyone. Even if there is any dispute, he will not come forward on his own and let his younger brother Ma Zai handle it. Only in this way will there be room for buffering and reconciliation.
, so as not to cause fire and burn yourself.
Zhang Yang felt that Liu Biao and Aze behind him were a little uneasy.
"Brother Dao, doing such a grand thing will shorten your life. Haha, Brother Dao, since you have prepared such a big gift for us, I naturally can't let Brother Dao underestimate me."
Zhang Yang slowly took out three magazines from his body, which were found on the old killer in the bell tower.
Zhang Yang's movements were very slow, just to reassure the other party.
Awesome!
Zhang Yang's speed became faster. Like lightning, the Type 92 pistol with the silencer removed was suddenly pulled out from his waist. At the moment of pulling out, the magazine in the pistol fell to Zhang Yang's feet.
A magazine in his hand was put into the magazine, and the speed of his hand actually turned into countless afterimages in the air. The speed was as fast as lightning and thunder. By the time the three hundred big man reacted, Zhang Yang's black hole gun was already pointing at it.
Accurate them.
"Do you think you can scare more than 300 of us with just one gun?"
Brother Dao was stunned at first, then he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. The three hundred people also started laughing. For a moment, the warehouse was filled with laughter, and the laughter made the blood boil.
"Haha, I never thought that way, I just let you see the facts..." Zhang Yang was not in a hurry, and quietly waited for their laughter to stop before saying.
As soon as Zhang Yang finished speaking, the muzzle of the gun suddenly turned and he fired almost without any pause.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
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There were three violent explosions in succession, and three light bulbs on the top of the warehouse were smashed. Three light bulbs were missing from the warehouse, and the light suddenly dimmed...
At the moment when the light bulb just broke, Zhang Yang raised his hand, and the magazine of the pistol fell again, and the magazine on the instep suddenly jumped up. In the flash of lightning, the magazine on the instep had been moved up to the magazine again.
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"Good marksmanship!" Brother Dao's brows jumped, and he felt a kind of pressure.
"Wrong, marksmanship doesn't matter. I'm just telling Brother Dao that it's useless for you to have more people. I have four magazines. This is a domestic Type 92 military pistol. Each magazine has fifteen bullets. So, these four bullets
There are sixty bullets in the box, three were shot just now, and there are still fifty-seven bullets left!" Zhang Yang said calmly.
"So what? I have more than 300 people here, not to mention, we also have guns." Brother Dao said with a cruel smile.
"Brother Dao is wrong again. You saw my marksmanship just now. I think it's impossible for every one of you to have a gun. In other words, there are very few guns, and my marksmanship is accurate. Those who have guns don't have it at all."
If he takes out his gun, I will shoot his bullet into his heart. If you don’t believe it, if you ask someone who has a gun to take out their gun, I guarantee that I will definitely let them take out their gun and shoot the bullet into their chest.”
A demonic smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth, which made a group of shirtless men feel cold all over. Only then did they realize that it was already late autumn, not the time to go shirtless...
Obviously, several guys who looked like they had guns hesitated, but in the end no one dared to challenge Zhang Yang's marksmanship.
"The key is, you only have one gun, and there are more than three hundred of us, what can you do?" Brother Dao glared at the guys with guns.
"Brother Dao, it seems that you have gone into a misunderstanding. Didn't you understand what I meant when I fired and changed the magazine just now? In fact, it is very simple. My shooting skills are accurate enough. I have nearly sixty bullets.
I can change magazines fast enough. If you want to use the crowd to intimidate me, you are wrong. As soon as your men move, I will shoot. I can shoot fifty-seven rounds in a very short time.
, Brother Dao, do you know if fifty-seven of the more than three hundred people are ready to sacrifice for you?"
Just as Zhang Yang finished his words, the gangster standing in the front row stepped back almost subconsciously. Immediately, a trace of chaos appeared in the dense human formation.
Obviously, no one wants to be one of those fifty-seven people.
Brother Dao suddenly turned pale, and his arrogant words immediately shattered his military morale.
"Okay, let's continue the agreement we made." Zhang Yang smiled softly. He understood that he won and these three hundred people would no longer pose a threat to him.
When Zhang Yang saw these hundreds of people for the first time, he felt oppressed. The mental pressure on more than 300 people was huge. If the morale of more than 300 people was not dealt with first, a melee would break out at one end.
The three of them basically have no chance of survival. They are not an enemy of ten thousand people, and they are not strong enough for three people to deal with more than 300 people. How about more than 300 people, even 30 gangsters with weapons, if they want to obtain
Victory also comes at a huge price.
"Brother Dao, right? I am Liu Biao. I am the one who beat your pillar to pieces. It was you or your men. Feel free to come over, but what I want to tell you is that this is a paper knife.
Making a machete is not a wrench, it’s basically just touching and breaking..." Liu Biao took a step forward and gently peeled off the paper knife wrapped in newspaper, revealing the sharp blade, which matched Liu Biao's
Smiling sinisterly, looking extremely weird.
Brother Dao looked gloomy and shook his head.
"Aze, I know you use a knife, I also use a knife, come here!"
Aze took a step forward. A pair of eyes on his dull face exuded an icy cold light. They were as sharp as an unsheathed sword. The awe-inspiring murderous intent made people's hearts palpitate. More than three hundred men felt as if their eyes had been stabbed.
generally.
Brother Dao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared at Aze like needlepoints for a few seconds. Finally, he shook his head.
"Looks like I'm the only one left!"
"Brush..." Zhang Yang came out, and the machete in his hand suddenly slashed in the air. The newspaper-wrapped machete immediately revealed its bright blade. The newspapers were scattered, and the silver metallic luster of the blade was dazzling. People couldn't help but
I know why I feel this way. This knife is obviously exactly the same as the big man's knife, but this knife feels more dazzling.
Brother Knife didn't make a sound, he spread his hands, and someone beside him placed a curved kitchen knife in his hand. Except for the sharp blade, the rest of the kitchen knife was dark black. It was a plain knife with a hint of something.
