martial law

If you can't fight right away, what does that look like?It's like a killer, isn't it?

Afterwards, he will be demonized by people.

His shot is to make people have nothing to say.

Of course, there are many reasons for Zhang Yulin to be damned, such as selling opium, human trafficking, operating casinos and fireworks venues, bullying the weak, taking refuge in the Japanese as traitors, and so on.

However, there are some crimes that cannot be said at all in this era.

The Japanese have not officially invaded China yet, and they are still allies on the surface, and there are too many people who are very close to them.

You said that Zhang Yulin became a traitor, first of all he lost the support of righteousness.

As for running gangs, they do things by any means. In this year, which big shot who can rise up doesn't do it like this?

If this is also a crime, then basically nine out of ten are guilty.

Besides, he is not qualified to judge, and his position is untenable in the first place.

Therefore, in the name of hatred, it is the best way to do evil things and eliminate threats in the bud.

Hearing this, Zhang Yulin and Huang Jingyun beside him looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and suddenly smiled: "Yang Lin, should I say you are too young, or too arrogant?

People in Shanghai call you a master and call you invincible, but they just respect you in front of the Japanese and give us Chinese a sigh of relief, not that you are really invincible.

No matter how strong your boxing skills are, can you be invulnerable? "

Now that the face is torn, then kill with all your strength.

Zhang Yulin is worthy of being the leader of a gang from the bottom of the society, and he never lacks a fierce side. Seeing that there is no way out at this time, his fierceness is also aroused.

Let's see who wins.

"One line of sky, kill him."

As his words fell, a young man stood up beside him.

The man had a thick frame and fierce eyes. He stood up, his lower body sank, his feet ground the ground slightly, his arms swung wildly at his sides, his head was muffled and he rushed forward, stabbing Yang Lin's chest with an elbow like a gun.

Has an avalanche-like momentum.

Eight poles, top heart elbow.

There was no nonsense, the attack was a hard attack, and the murderous aura was like a tide.

"Okay, I'm a born killer, so I'll take you as a sacrificial flag first."

Yang Lin's eyes turned cold.

Although this person looks new, he doesn't look very old, and he still looks a little green... When he makes an attack, he is stronger than the bloody Bu Chen and Qinglong Longyi.

I thought to myself, this is probably Zhang Yulin's hidden card.

The elbow spear is the most powerful, and the Baji is also vigorous and vigorous. On weekdays, you practice boxing to compete with big trees and cliffs.

Yang Lin was naturally not interested in fighting head-to-head with each other and sweating.

He is a master-level boxer, and he is too ugly to fight with an unknown junior.

Therefore, he decided to let everyone see the gold content of his master.

Is it overpowering to come alone?

Seeing that the elbow gun is approaching and unstoppable, then unstoppable.

The right hand beside him suddenly jumped up without warning, with a phantom, the knuckle of the middle finger protruded, and with a bang, it hit Yi Yitian's shoulder first.

click.

How powerful Yang Lin's fist was at this time, the fist weighing two to three thousand catties was struck at such a speed that it broke the sonic boom and punched an illusion, it was impossible to hide.

The forward figure suddenly stopped, his shoulder bones were shattered, and his body flew upside down as if being hit head-on by a truck.

There was a flash of pain in the corner of his eye, his eyes were still cold and unwavering, but the other hand was thrown out like a whip, and a cold light flashed between the five fingers.

With an explosive sound of "Bo", the cold light pierced the air and made ripples, cutting straight to Yang Lin's carotid artery.

This time, he was trying to survive from the dead, turned the game with a masterful hand, and shot extremely fast, but he hit fast with fast speed.

He was not affected by the injury at all, and at the same time, he didn't have the slightest scruples about his opponent's status as a boxing master.

Only when the cold light cut through the air did everyone see clearly that it was a slender razor with an extremely sharp blade.

"it is good."

The people around Zhang Yulin couldn't help cheering loudly.

Before the sound came down, it became hoarse and embarrassing like a cock being pinched by the throat.

Looking at Yang Lin standing in the field and the razor in his hand, he was suddenly speechless.

That vicious eight-pole master Yi Yitian, at some point, had already clutched his carotid artery, made a gurgling sound in his throat, and fell on his back.

boom……

He fell to the ground, unable to move.

"Compare faster with me, why don't you ask Master Huo?"

With a hint of sarcasm on Yang Lin's lips, he kept walking towards Zhang Yulin step by step.

dead.

The four businessmen and senior officials were all alarmed, and secretly stepped back a few steps, secretly regretting in their hearts.

shouldn't be here.

"Stop, Master Yang, you'd better retreat, this way is not going to work."

A gunman in his thirties, short and thin, with his chest spread out and his arms hanging in front of him, flipped upside down and onto the field.

The golden pistol twirled around between his fingers, and stopped in front with a sneer.

The pistol would stop from time to time, pointing at Yang Lin.

"Hou Yuanliang, I remember, this is the second time you pointed a gun at me.

You are Fatty Huang's dog, why, you want to change the owner to follow Zhang Yulin, want to ask for some shit to eat? "

Yang Lin has always disliked the creature called a disciple.

What's more, following scum like Fatty Huang and Zhang Yulin and working under them, he would inevitably do a lot of dirty things, so he didn't like it even more.

He felt that the reputation of a warrior was ruined by this kind of person.

These people are typical examples of helping the tyrant to abuse and be sad for the tiger.

For a little money, I sold my personality and dignity.

The most important thing is that he felt that this master of Xingyi Monkey Fist was a little overconfident and couldn't see the situation clearly.

That time, in front of Huo Yuanjia, he didn't even make a move, and was disarmed by the yellow-faced tiger, completely unable to resist.

By the way, now I have confidence again, maybe because I feel that I am still far away, and there is no taboo with a gun in hand.

Yang Lin kept stepping, his head tilted slightly, and a bullet hit his left ear with a whizzing sound.

He took another step, his body flashed sideways, and another bullet passed through the clothes on his chest, tearing off a small piece of flying white silk cloth.

After missing two shots in a row, Hou Yuanliang, who boasted that his marksmanship was like a god, and shot ghosts with aim, dripped beads of sweat from his forehead.

He didn't know at this time whether to continue shooting or to distance himself from the left and right to dodge.

When his master taught him monkey boxing back then, he also taught him to dodge instead of attack, with a dead hand. He never taught him to hide at a distance and shoot all the time.

You can't hit it at such a close distance. Wouldn't it be more difficult to hit it at a farther distance?

Why was he able to dodge the quick bullets he shot suddenly?

Yang Lin didn't even rush forward crazily, nor did he roll over to avoid bullet attacks.

Just walking like a car, walking slowly...

Under the pressure of the mountainous momentum, Hou Yuanliang felt that he was about to die.

He was right.

When the third shot was emptied, before his figure could dodge, there was a flower in front of his eyes, and a hand was already stretched out to his throat.

click...

His throat was pinched.

From far away, someone suppressed and angrily called senior brother, but no one jumped out.

Yang Lin stretched out his hand and threw Hou Yuanliang's thin body aside, and said calmly.

"Next, who else will die?"

Chapter 121 Are You Serious?

Zhang Yulin was finally scared.

The Yang Lin in his mind is completely different from the Yang Lin in front of him who is like a ghost and god, dodging head-on and can't even hit a sharpshooter.

Last night, when he heard that the other party had swept thirteen casinos, he thought it was this person who took advantage of the dark night to make a surprise attack, or led many subordinates from the Yang family and the Jingwu sect to attack together...

Only now did I realize that I must have thought wrong.

With the other party's amazing ability to dodge bullets, he must have stepped forward alone and directly picked his own casino...

The shooting speed of those ordinary gangsters is naturally countless times slower than that of Hou Yuanliang, and of course there is nothing he can do about it.

No matter how courageous it is, it is also because of the premise of having vitality and being able to fight.

If there are ten deaths and no life.

It can be said that in this world, too many people are more timid than imagined.

Zhang Yulin felt a chill in his heart, and no longer cared about his face and demeanor, he left his seat, scrambled and shrank back, and screamed, "Brother, save me."

"Today, no one can save you."

Yang Lin chuckled, kicked harder, and made a deep footprint on the terrazzo floor.

He rushed forward like a gust of wind, and stretched out his hand, about to grab Zhang Yulin's back of the neck.

puff……

A puff of thick smoke, which could not condense, sprayed between Yang Lin's mouth and nose.

The smoke is also strange, very unpleasant, and extremely strong.

As soon as he jumped up, he could almost make people lose sight of his fingers.

At the same time, Yang Lin felt chills in several large acupoints on his body, and there were faint sparks rushing to several places.

'It's the bong of the old man who smokes dry tobacco. This guy is good at punching acupuncture points, and he is indeed old and deep. '

Earlier, the old man lowered his head silently, motionless, as if he had no sense of existence.

But at the critical moment, he suddenly resorted to insidious tricks...

His puff of smoke can be manipulated like an arrow, winding as you wish, scattered and gathered freely.

Cooperating with a bong, it is very tricky and weird to point and shoot.

Huang Jingyun has been able to stand in Shanghai for so many years, and he is very good at both black and white. He has a few tough hands under his hands, each of whom has unique abilities. I don't know how many powerful enemies he has eliminated.

That's why he was able to sit with the old god when Yang Lin killed him, not worrying about his danger at all.

He even has the confidence to send his hands to help his brother Zhang Yulin.

In fact, he couldn't help but not help.

In the presence of a large crowd, brothers are of the same mind, even if he wants to stand still, he can't do it, otherwise, his reputation will be completely rotten in the future.

Yang Lin took a long breath, and bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes.

In the smog, although he couldn't see, countless hand shadows appeared in his right hand... With a single grab, he grabbed the old smoking gun with a wind-milled copper rod.

Turning the bong in his hand, he stabbed with his backhand, soundlessly like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, and pierced the neck of the old man who was sneaking to his side and walking quickly.

call out……

At this time, the sound of the smoking gun breaking through the wind came out.