President of Melee Soldier Wang Qiao

somewhere in the city.

Injured brother Jiu came out of the hospital. The battle with Zhang Shutong hurt his heart and lungs this time, and he needs a long period of recuperation, otherwise there will be sequelae.

After getting out, Zhen Xiu'e drove, and Ninth Brother sat in the co-pilot's seat, lighting a cigarette in a calm mood: "This Zhang Shutong is not easy, it reminds me of the lone wolf on the African battlefield back then."

Zhen Xiu'e looked puzzled.Anyway, he doesn't care, for her, being able to fight side by side with Brother Nine is the most amazing thing, at least she is now on the list of Lord Long's thigh.

"Africa has a number that is said to be immortal: the Fifth Brigade." Brother Jiu took a puff of cigarette forcefully, and when he looked out of the window, he said softly: "Aren't all the members of the Fifth Brigade retired? The captain is said to be The surname is Zhang. What is the Immortal God of War Zhang?!"

"Brother Nine, there are so many people with the surname Zhang in the world, how could it be such a coincidence to meet that awesome guy you mentioned. If I'm really lucky, I'll go buy a lottery ticket." I don't know what a battlefield is, I don't know what the Fifth Battalion is, and I don't know what the Undead God of War is, anyway, it sounds very high.And it can be said from Brother Jiu's mouth that the person he admired must be an amazing guy.

"hope so."

"Ninth brother, are we going to let this grandson go just like that?" Zhen Xiu'e was still a little bit unwilling, always thinking that Zhang Shutong's grandson shouldn't just be let go like this.

"Otherwise? If Master Long is really alarmed, we can't bear to walk around." Brother Jiu shook his head. Although it is easy to kill him with Wulong's force value, Master Long has not made a move for several years.

"Ok."

Just when the two of them were chatting, the car was actually stopped in a quiet section of the road. The two cars in front and the two cars behind had completely stopped their cars.

Zhen Xiu'e complained, and after stopping the car, when she was about to get out of the car, brother Jiu stopped her and shook her head at her.

Brother Jiu opened the car door, and when he got down, he saw four men standing in front of him lined up. Each of them had a murderous look on them, and they were definitely not mobs.

Brother Jiu raised his eyebrows and said, "Brothers, do you want to kill me?"

"Yes." The voice of one of them sounded like a bell.

"Who asked you to come?" Ninth Brother's face was calm. In this city, the only people who dared to kill his Ninth Brother were Wu Long and Zhang Shutong who had let him down before.

Others, even if they are powerful and powerful, have to weigh their own weight if they want to touch his ninth brother.

"No one asked us to come, they just wanted to help our captain kill you." The man still said in a confident voice.

"Your captain?" Brother Nine's frowning brows slowly relaxed, and then he laughed loudly.

Just like his initial guess, it was the fifth brigade that galloped across the entire continent of Africa. He was really unlucky enough to provoke the captain who was once so tough that it was outrageous.

"I heard that the Fifth Brigade of your Dragon Tiger Army has been disbanded." Brother Jiu continued to ask.

"The captain is here, and the fifth brigade is here. Member of the fifth brigade: Dou Jingnan is now sentenced to death for betraying you."

"Member of the fifth brigade of the Dragon Tiger Army: Zhang Yanpeng, take your life."

"Okay, okay. I didn't expect my ninth brother to be able to fight to the death with the fifth brigade, who was once an invincible division, before he died. This life is worth it." Ninth brother was suddenly full of pride.

If he really knew that it was Zhang Shutong, the former undead god of war, he would rather fight to the end than leave with injuries.

A man always has to do something that makes him passionate all his life, this time he is willing to fight with his life, even if there is no chance of surviving, he will fight to the end.

.......
At the gate of Zhao's house, Xue Chunyu stopped Zhang Shutong, who was about to leave, with his hands folded around his chest, his face full of righteousness.

Zhang Shutong shrugged helplessly, and said in a calm tone, "You don't mind if I say you are haunted?"

"This is the scene of a murder. I arrested you this time. Do you have any excuses?" Xue Chunyu directly took out the handcuffs, threw them to Zhang Shutong, and then pointed his gun at him.

"Death is true, but it's not murder." Zhang Shutong looked at the handcuffs and laughed dumbly: "You can investigate, as for this thing, you don't need to wear it, and I won't run away."

"As a matter of routine, put it on." Xue Chunyu's tone could not be refused, and he was firm.

At the same time, she looked at the scene of the murder. Zhao Siming was lying in a pool of blood, and Zhao Qingfeng stood by her father's side with dull eyes. She didn't know whether she was scared or immersed in grief and couldn't be relieved for a while.

Zhang Shutong put on handcuffs himself, and just sat down on a chair beside him.

"You'd better cooperate with my investigation honestly." Xue Chunyu glared at him, put down the gun and called his colleagues, asking them to come and help.

Afterwards, Zhang Shutong, who was bound by handcuffs, went to the side of the corpse, looked at Zhao Qingfeng who was squatting and refused to get up with some sympathy, and said, "Don't worry, if Zhang Shutong committed murder, I will definitely pay you back." Fair."

"My father committed suicide." Zhao Qingfeng said after heaving a sigh of relief, "He said that he had done too many bad things in his life, and he committed suicide because he was afraid that he would not be able to escape the punishment of the law."

"If someone threatens you, don't worry about it. Tell the truth, I will make the decision for you." Xue Chunyu looked at Zhang Shutong on the side, and always felt that this boy threatened her, making her dare not tell the truth.

Zhao Qingfeng smiled bitterly, got up and said: "I am Zhao Qingfeng, no one can threaten me if I don't want to. My father committed suicide, and there are surveillance cameras in the house. Your police can call the surveillance."

Xue Chunyu is indifferent, there are indeed cameras in many corners of this room, and it is easy to know whether it is murder or not.She just couldn't believe that Zhao Siming, who was in full swing, would commit suicide. No matter in terms of age or energy, it was the best time.

After a few seconds of astonishment, she looked at Zhang Shutong and asked, "Did you force yourself to death?"

"He will be relieved when he dies." Zhang Shutong shrugged and said, "This is the best for him, the Zhao family, and his children."

"You haven't answered my question directly."

"Obviously, he committed suicide."

"Okay, follow me back to the police station to assist in the investigation."

Zhang Shutong nodded, just walked in front, and swaggered out of the yard.

Xue Chunyu had a feeling that if he wasn't around, Zhao Siming would not have committed suicide. How capable was this guy to make Zhao Siming, a hero of all ages, commit suicide with a gun.

She was even more curious why Zhao Qingfeng, who watched her father being forced to death, still spoke for her.

As soon as he left the door, Xue Chunyu's phone rang. After answering the phone, he said with an unbelievable expression: "You said, what are you talking about? Brother Jiu under Wulong's hands was killed? And Zhen Xiu'e?! How is this possible?" , who can kill him?"