District 9

The entrance of the clubhouse.

Deng Jun shouted and rushed up the steps, staggering into the hall, while the three remaining entourage outside stood back and fired.

Brother Zhang walked quickly onto the curb, pointed to the left and shouted: "Hold down!"

The two men wearing bandit hats immediately turned their rifles into automatic rifle mode and swept towards the door frantically.

The military intelligence officers were caught off guard. One person was shot in the leg and fell to the ground. The other two, relying on their body armor, got into the bunker inside the glass door in embarrassment.

Brother Zhang was the first to rush up the steps, his pace was very fast, and he arrived at the door in the blink of an eye.

Indoors, two military intelligence officers were about to show their heads to fight back, but were pushed back by the automatic rifle.

"Bang!"

Brother Zhang held a large-caliber attack shotgun and shattered the cement door pillar on the left with one shot.

The other party's security personnel staggered back.

"Bang!"

Long tongues of flame spurted out from the barrel of the gun. Brother Zhang fired another shot, shattering the body armor of the other guard. The latter's upper body was shattered and he fell on his back outside the glass door. He died in a miserable state.

After Brother Zhang fired one shot, he turned around, reacted quickly, and shot hard at the bunker on the right, then fired two more shots.

"Bang!"

"Wow!"

"Bang!"

"...!"

Shot dead, the guard hiding in the bunker on the right had his head smashed on the spot and fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

Brother Zhang kicked open the glass door and walked straight to the club hall.

"Help me, help me!"

Deng Jun ran towards the corridor on the left in a panic.

"Hooraa!"

After hearing the gunshots outside, the spectators and security personnel in the club rushed out from the left corridor with their guys in neat suits.

"Da da da da!"

At the entrance of the hall, six men wearing bandit hats all set their rifles to automatic mode and fired wildly into the corridor.

At the entrance of the corridor, Ma Zai didn't expect that the gangsters had already rushed into the club. He was caught off guard and swept down four or five people. The floor was covered with blood and small pieces of flesh scraped from the quilt.

"Wow!"

Brother Zhang cocked the bolt of the gun, rushed forward at a very fast pace, placed the gun on the spot, ignored the sweating club boys in the corridor, and calmly pulled the trigger.

"Hang!"

Gunshots fired.

Deng Jun, who was running, was hit in the back. He flew half a meter away and fell heavily to the ground.

"Press over and kill all the gunmen in the corridor." Brother Zhang hid behind the load-bearing pillar in the hall and said in a cold and forceful tone.

"Swish swish!"

The other two men, who were not holding rifles, immediately ran forward after hearing the sound and threw five or six rounds of pistols into the corridor with neat movements.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"..."

The explosion sounded fiercely, and six or seven people who rushed out to save Deng Jun were instantly laid down.

They were all unprepared. They didn't know how many bandits came, let alone what firepower the other party had. They only heard gunshots and shouts and rushed out, so they were mowed down like wheat at this moment.

"Go back, go back, we can't save you. Go back!"

"They have mines and self-driving steps, hide!"

"...!"

The people in charge in the corridor were shouting wildly, and the hall was full of screams and shouts.

After the two men threw the thunder, six men walking on their own legs immediately rushed over and started shooting in a massacre style at the injured Ma Zai in the corridor who had not had time to escape.

Corridor entrance.

Brother Zhang stepped up to Deng Jun, hung the large-caliber spray gun on his waist, stretched out his hand and shouted: "Here, knife."

Deng Jun was shot through the back and his internal organs were shattered. He would definitely not survive. He vomited blood, turned his head with difficulty, looked at Brother Zhang and asked with a trembling voice: "I...I'm convinced, tell Director Wu to save...save my life!"

Brother Zhang took the Nepalese saber handed to him by the brother next to him and replied expressionlessly: "Who the hell told you that I am from the Wu Bureau?!"

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

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

"Pfft!"

With one strike of the knife, Deng Jun's neck was cut in half.

"Pfft!"

Brother Zhang made another stab, and his head rolled forward several times along the blood-stained ground.

"Take it away."

Brother Zhang handed the knife back to his companion, gave a quick order, and ran into the corridor again.

The two companions took a bag, put Deng Jun's head directly in it, and left first.

In the corridor, more than a dozen corpses were lying in random directions. The walls on both sides were dyed red with blood. Yellow-orange bullet casings were covered at the feet of the six people. A rough count showed that there were at least more than a hundred rounds.

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

Hearing the sound, the six people held their guns and stepped back cautiously.

Brother Zhang returned to the lobby very quickly. As he walked towards the door, he pointed in the direction of the front desk and said: "Give that Wu Manfu a message. Anyone who can enter your premises will kill you! He has nothing to do with politics. If you are a businessman, don't get involved with others. If you make me anxious, I will happily send him and his godmother away together."

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

One minute later.

When Military Supervision Chief Ji Zhan received the news that Deng Jun had been assassinated, more than a dozen military vehicles with small number plates rushed out of the compound immediately.

But no one expected that fifteen minutes after the incident, Brother Zhang and others drove to the gate of the Military Supervision Bureau in a swaggering manner.

"Whoosh!"

Brother Zhang conveniently threw Deng Jun's head on the steps, sat in the car, shot three times at the Changji Station plaque and shouted: "CNM! The wind blows away the grass on the wall, and the gun destroys the dog's basket! You want to eat both sides." Yes, you have to think about whether your life is tough or not?!"

"Weng!"

As soon as the words fell, the car quickly fled the scene. After crossing two streets in a row, it was abandoned at the door of a flour mill.

…

Half an hour later.

In Songjiang Station, Ma Laoer received a call from someone below: "Hello?"

"Webmaster, the Wu family is protecting the market. Deng Jun died at the door of Changji Xingyao Club, and his head was fucking chopped off." The people below said excitedly: "This is so relieved!"

"Are you sure?" Ma Laoer asked.

"I'm sure, the news has spread and everyone in the circle knows."

"Okay, that's it." Ma Laoer hung up the phone.

"Dip Lingling!"

The phone rang again.

"Hello? Brother Di!" Ma Laoer picked up.

"What did you do?" Wu Di asked.

Ma Laoer was stunned for a long time: "How is it possible? How could I not say hello to you?!"

"That's fucking weird. Who is doing justice for heaven?" Wu Di looked confused.

Fengbei.

In the office of the Self-Defense Forces, Xiang Zehao listened to the report of the military intelligence officer and said with some surprise: "The commander of Changji Station is dead?!"

"Yes, if the Wu family doesn't take action, it will be fine. If it does, it will be thunder!" The military intelligence officer immediately replied: "The head of an important website was killed. This shows that the Wu family has a strong will to win this game." Of faith.”

Xiang Zehao pondered for a long time: "If this is the case, it seems that the civil war cannot be avoided. Alas!"

In the apartment, Ye Lin held the phone and said softly: "Brother Zhang, this matter is important. You must land safely."

"clear!"

"Leave first. If you kill me again, I'll find you again." Ye Lin said with a pair of red and phoenix eyes flashing with cold light.

In recent years, Ye Lin has devoted herself to running legitimate business and her own relationship. Many people have forgotten that she was once the boss of Xile Palace and a well-known person on the ground.