Corridor entrance.

Brother Zhang stepped to Deng Jun, hung the big-caliber troll at his waist, and reached out and shouted: "Come on, knife!"

Deng Jun was shot through his back, his internal organs were broken, and he must not be able to survive. He vomited blood and turned his head with difficulty, looking at Brother Zhang's voice and asked in a trembling voice: "I... I am convinced. Tell me Director Wu, keep... I'm alive!"

Brother Zhang took the Nepalese saber handed over by his brother next to him and replied expressionlessly: "Who told you what kind of person I am from Director Wu?"

Deng Jun looked at him: "Then...then you are..."

"The Wu family has married a daughter-in-law with a knife!!" Brother Zhang stared at his eyes and raised his knife with both hands: "Kill you, there is no problem at all!"

"Puff!"

With a knife, Deng Jun's neck was cut off halfway.

"Puff!"

Brother Zhang was taking a break and rolled forward along the blood-stained ground.

"Take it!"

Brother Zhang handed the knife back to his companion, and after a quick command, he stepped into the corridor again.

Two companions took a bag and directly packed Deng Jun's head and left first.

In the corridor, more than a dozen corpses were lying in a row, blood dyeing the walls on both sides red, and orange bullet shells covered the feet of six people. After a rough count, there were at least one hundred shots.

Brother Zhang glanced at the corridor and looked down at his watch: "It's too late, withdraw!"

The six people held guns and stepped back with caution when they heard the sound.

Brother Zhang quickly returned to the hall, and while walking towards the door, he pointed to the front desk and said, "Tell me a message to that Wu Manfu!! If you can enter your field, you can kill you! If you are a businessman, don't get involved in the political circle. He will be anxious and I will send him and his godmother away happily!"

After saying that, Brother Zhang had already rushed out of the hall. After the six people were sure that no one was chasing him, they went out and dispersed.

One minute later.

Jizhan, the Director of the Military Supervision Bureau, received news of Deng Jun's assassination, and more than a dozen military vehicles with small license plates rushed out of the compound immediately.

But no one expected that fifteen minutes after the incident, Brother Zhang and others drove to the door of the Military Supervision Bureau.

"Swoosh!"

Brother Zhang casually put Deng Jun's head on the steps, sat in the car, and shot three times at the plaque of Changji Station, shouting: "CNM! The wind blows the fence-headed grass, and the guns smash the dog's basket!! If you want to take both sides, you have to think about whether your life is strong!"

"Well!"

After saying that, the car quickly fled the scene and was thrown at the door of a flour mill after crossing two streets in a row.

...

Half an hour later.

In Songjiang Station, Ma Laoer received a call from the following personnel: "Hey?!"

"Webmaster, the Wu family has protected the plate. Deng Jun died at the door of Changji Xingyao Club. His head was chopped off!" The person below said excitedly: "This is so satisfying."

"Are you sure?" asked Ma Lao Er.

"Confirm, the news has spread out, and everyone in the circle knows it."

"Okay, that's it!" Ma Lao Er hung up his phone.

"Di Lingling!"

The phone rings again.

"Hey? Brother Di!" Ma Lao Er picked up.

"You did it?" Wu Di asked.

Ma Laoer was confused for a while: "How is it possible? Why would I not say hello to you!"

"Then it's a fucking strange thing. Who is doing the way for heaven?" Wu Di looked confused.

Fengbei.

In the office of the Self-Defense Forces, Xiang Zehao listened to the report of the military personnel and said with a little surprised expression: "The stationmaster of Changji Station is dead?"

"Yes, if the Wu family doesn't take action, it's thunder!" The military personnel immediately replied: "A heavy station manager was killed, which shows that the Wu family has a strong belief in winning this game!"

Xiang Zehao pondered for a while: "If this is the case, it seems that the civil war cannot be avoided, alas."

In the apartment, Ye Lin held the phone and whispered: "Brother Zhang, this matter is serious and it is extremely safe to land!"

"clear!"

"Let go first, if you kill again, I'm looking for you." Ye Lin said with a pair of phoenix eyes flashing with cold light.
Chapter completed!