As Tang Feng expected, this was the place for a fight to the death. Someone roared, breaking the lifeless atmosphere, and then rapid footsteps sounded from all directions. People kept pouring out from behind the "mountain" everywhere, and more than two hundred burly men blocked each place.
Kouzi. More than 200 elites were selected from an unknown number of thugs. Everyone showed off their power, carrying weapons, machetes, sticks, and iron ropes in their hands.
No one showed their guns. The gun in a melee is undoubtedly a double-edged sword. It can hurt others as well as yourself. With more than 20 people versus more than 200 people, the party with more people will not be timid, and Tang Feng's side will not be timid either.
The two groups had a good sense of time. They briefly faced off for a few seconds, and then the fight began. They wasted no time yelling and yelling. Whoever has the stronger fist will be the winner in the end.
Tang Feng had no expression on his face and rushed to the front, his open black windbreaker floating in the air. In the winter in the north, the temperature is low, so it is normal for men to wear windbreakers. But at this time, more than 200 people who wanted to chop Tang Feng to death felt that this boy was too pretentious.
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Dozens of people flocked to Tang Feng, who was rashly advancing alone. A thin layer of snow foam was flying on the ground, and people were looking forward to it. It was more than ten degrees below zero. The man who was about to have close contact with Tang Feng had a big body, a round waist, a bald head, and bare arms. He was holding a handle with both hands.
Guan Dao, the head of the knife is more than one meter long and gleaming with cold light. Fu Yongkang is the most powerful bodyguard leader around him.
"Go to hell!" the bodyguard leader shouted, with full confidence. He swung the knife with both hands. The one-meter-long blade cut the air and whined. The dazzling light of the knife hit Tang Feng very quickly. The force of the knife was enough to break gold.
Cracked rocks, many people slowed down their pace to take a closer look at this
What was the end result of the knife? Tang Feng snorted coldly, kicked the ground with his toes, and his running speed suddenly doubled. He missed the knife head which was at a critical moment. He raised his hands to hold the iron handle behind the knife head. His timing was extremely accurate.
Brilliant, he and the bodyguard leader were in the same position and continued to move forward.
There was a sudden change. The bodyguard leader who was holding the handle of the knife had no time to react. He was brought to the ground. Tang Feng dragged his burly body of 180 kilograms and ran wildly. The concrete ground pierced his arms, grinding his clothes and flesh.
Dripping, a shocking scarlet bloodstain suddenly appeared on the white snow.
Tang Feng shows off his power, who can stop him?
The bodyguard leader was dragged to the ground, gritting his teeth and insisting on not letting go, even if he died.
When Tang Feng rushed into the crowd, he stopped for a moment, turned slightly sideways, and swung the sword with both arms. The two-meter-long Guandao was like a lever, throwing the bodyguard leader dragging behind him into the air. Luo Dashan, who couldn't let go of his hands, volleyed out
A perfect parabola, driven by the handle of the knife, hit the ground heavily.
The bodyguard leader's huge body hit the ground. The ground shook and snow foam flew. The huge impact broke his bones and tendons. He fell on his back and spat out a mouthful of blood. He fell unconscious. He fell straight to the ground and died.
The body of Fu Yongkang's first bodyguard was crippled between the two groups. The remaining people hesitated a little and continued to rush towards Tang Feng. Tang Feng raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and charged into the darkness with a Guan Dao in one hand.
in the crowd.
A machete hit the back of Tang Feng's head. Tang Feng raised his hand holding the knife, and the pure steel blade cut off the attacker's arm before the machete fell. Blood flowed like a stream, staining the ground red. It was a sneak attack from behind.
The man stared wide-eyed at the bleeding edge, as if the cut was so fast that he didn't feel the pain.
Almost at the same time, Tang Feng flipped his wrist, with the blade facing backward and the thick side of the blade facing forward. He swung it out flatly, making a jingling sound. With a seemingly indifferent swipe, the knife flew into the hands of more than ten people.
, machetes, and iron rods were flying all over the sky, causing people behind them to run around with their heads in their hands. One man couldn't stop it.
He stopped and hit Tang Feng with his bare hands. Tang Feng rubbed the knife handle with his fingers, twisted the knife head downwards, turned sideways, and slapped the man's chest with the back of the knife. Several small movements were done in one go, without any force.
He slapped the strong man who was charging forward and sent him flying back, falling into the crowd and vomiting blood.
In just ten seconds, Tang Feng shocked everyone.
The fight was just beginning. Tang Feng kept moving, killing more people. The heavy Guan Dao was as nimble as a poisonous snake in his hand. Wherever he went, people wailed one after another. Wherever he killed, people scattered and fled. Tang Feng
Feng attacked the enemy but did not kill them. The target was Fu Yongkang, not these innocent people. Furthermore, killing hundreds of people, destroying their corpses and eradicating their traces was too unreliable. If a small detail was omitted, the whole game would be lost.
Shura and Hu Chi followed closely behind Tang Feng. Their explosive right fists could be retracted and released freely. Most of the guys from the northwest who were big and round-waisted could not withstand his punches. The killer focused on defeating the enemy with one move. For example, in black market boxing matches, a match rarely lasted more than ten minutes.
In movies and TV dramas, masters fight for days and nights. This is the director's method of entertaining the public.
No one dared to approach Tang Feng. The man had no choice but to throw down his sword, waved to the crowd who were staying away and shouted: "Are you scared? Are you a man? If you are a man, come up to me."
We are stupid when we rush forward and get beaten up by you, a big pervert. Dozens of gentlemen thought so and stopped moving forward. Tang Feng shook his head and laughed dumbly. It has been a long time since he started fighting so happily.
Shura, who was following Tang Feng, suddenly drew his gun. The Black Star pistol was equipped with a silencer. Tang Feng turned his back to the killing god with the gun in his hand and remained motionless, violating the taboo of a fighting master. Shura quickly raised his gun and pulled the trigger.
The trigger was pulled, and three almost inaudible gunshots rang out from behind Tang Feng's head.
Someone rolled down the two "steel hills" opposite Tang Feng. They were three gunmen waiting for an opportunity. The guns they used were semi-automatic rifles with optical sights. They were barely considered sniper rifles. They were killed without firing a single shot. They were obviously amateurs.
It's true, a sniper can't just play with the gun for a few days and then make up for it.
"Good marksmanship" Tang Feng looked back at Shura with a smile.
At this time, the high-speed rotating propellers were exposed from behind the "steel mountain", and a white civilian helicopter slowly took off. The man looking down through the glass window was Fu Yongkang. Ever since Jiang Guagua came to him and asked him not to
When he became the chairman of Guohong Group, he knew very well that he had become an abandoned son. He had to find a way to get out of here, otherwise, his life would be in danger.
The money in his Swiss bank account was enough for him to indulge in a lifetime, but he left quietly and failed in a confused way. He was unwilling to accept it and wanted to see Tang Feng die at his feet. The result was extremely disappointing to him. Tang Feng's strength was beyond him.
Unexpectedly, no wonder people often complain that the bitch of fate always chooses the weak side to ravage endlessly.
If you lose, you will lose. There is no place for you to stay. There is a place for you to stay. Fu Yongkang, who has received a higher education, suppressed his resentment, but it was difficult to suppress the sad and helpless feeling of He Shengliang. He subconsciously raised his hand to the glass window.
Raise your middle finger to vent your anger with this internationally accepted gesture.
The moment the helicopter came into view, Tang Feng snatched Shura's pistol and ran wildly without hesitation, shooting as he ran. He rushed to the top of a steel mountain piled seven or eight meters high with broken copper and iron, and still kept walking, walking as fast as flying.
Rushing upward, it was like flying over an eaves and walking over a wall. This scene shocked countless people.
When the bullets ran out, Tang Feng threw away the gun. After climbing to the "top of the mountain", he bent down and picked up a bloody steel bar. He threw the steel bar with all his strength like a javelin. The one-meter-long steel bar pierced the air like a sharp arrow.
It was shot at the helicopter that flew dozens of meters away, and with a bang, most of it penetrated into the helicopter door.
The shocking blow failed to stop the helicopter from flying away. Tang Feng squinted at the gradually blurring white shadow and murmured: "Fu Yongkang. I hope we will meet again in the future."
In the helicopter, Fu Yongkang, who was lying on his back in Xing Laohu's arms, broke out in a cold sweat. The half-section of the steel bar that had punctured the cabin door was pressed against his chest. Due to the great fright, he turned pale and said feebly: "In my life,