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Yang Lin's eyes were piercing, murderous like waves.

Zhao Jun just boiled up and disappeared without a trace, like cold water pouring on him.

This is naturally a heart attack.

Yang Lin had seen through Zhao Jun a long time ago, he was cruel and cruel, fierce and cowardly.

Once he finds that his life is in danger, he will definitely fight back first.

Because, once a person gets used to going smoothly, he can't tolerate the slightest setback and humiliation.

"You, you...Yang Lin."

Zhao Junhao didn't realize it, but when he saw Yang Lin swaggeringly took out the handcuffs, holding his ID, and walking forward step by step, his eyes were slightly dull.

"Surprised? Surprised? I don't know if you are handcuffed out like this, and then interviewed by reporters, will you, Mr. Zhao, become the headline today?"

Yang Lin laughed.

The implication in the words is extremely ruthless.

Understood.

Yang Lin actually came to catch whoring, and he was going to drag him out to take pictures in the street.

Zhao Jun's face was blood red with anger, and the huge humiliation almost made him lose his mind.

However, he intuitively felt that there was actually no problem with the other party doing this.

As a policeman, surprise inspections are a legitimate job, and you can't tell him anything wrong.

It's just that the means are too cruel.

I don't even look at who I am.

He is a dignified boss of Yike, who is considered a high-ranking Tide in the capital. If he is humiliated like this, how can he still be a human being?

Once this kind of thing really happened, not only he would be ashamed, but the whole Zhao family would be ashamed.

Eight generations of ancestors will also be so angry that they will jump out of the soil.

"Aren't you afraid of coming in and going out?"

With a ruthless heart, Zhao Jun quickly calmed down, with a sneer in his eyes, and waved his hand.

The other party will never understand how much energy the top family has and how much it can do.

"His hands and feet were broken, his tongue was cut off, and he was thrown into the street. I want to see him lie on the bed for the rest of his life, covered in feces and urine, unable to take care of himself."

There were four bodyguards with a bloody smell on their bodies, and they rushed over without saying a word.

One punched, the other kicked, with the sound of whining wind, the attack was fierce.

They said they wanted to break their hands and feet, but the two men made a move, but they didn't intend to keep their hands.

The fist hit Yang Lin's throat, and there was a sonic boom with a bang.

But the other person's legs were like knives, shoveling towards Yang Lin's spine.

His strength is great, and his strength is stronger than those mercenaries he had seen at Zhang Tong's house.

Apparently, he has reached the high level of Ming Jin, and his hard skills are extremely strong.

There were two other people who did not approach, their palms already touched their waists.

But he was ready to draw his gun.

Their gestures were extremely gentle, drawing an arc when they touched the gun.

Before the muzzle was aligned, the trigger was already pulled, and the time consumed was less than 0.3 seconds.

This is clearly a battle-hardened sharpshooter.

Chapter 250 Eight Cutting Knives

Several people shot very quickly, and Wang Minghao and others who followed behind didn't even have a reaction.

They had just poured into the big box with letter A, and Yang Lin was already in danger.

"Do not……"

Xiao Gu's exclamation was still in his throat, his eyes seemed to be blurred, and Yang Lin's back was a little unclear.

Then, she saw the heads of the two tall men who had just leveled their pistols and sparks burst from their muzzles abruptly changed directions.

His eyes were turned white, and his neck had been broken by a pair of slender palms.

The crackling sound of the cervical spine snapping came to my ears at this moment.

at the same time.

Before the fierce bodyguard who punched and kicked, changed his moves.

Yang Lin's foot slipped, and he backed away abruptly.

The figure is slightly sideways.

Kick out the double phantom.

bang bang...

Two muffled sounds.

The spines of the two men with their backs to him had been kicked off.

Under the impact of a huge force, the two of them folded in half, and with a whoosh, they flew up and hit the wall, splashing blood.

The tiles on the wall were also smashed, causing large cracks.

There was a series of exclamations and cries all around.

At this time, those young technicians and musicians felt panic in their hearts and made loud noises.

"Hiding firearms in private, and daring to attack the police, you will not be guilty of death."

Yang Lin smiled coldly, looked up at Zhao Jun, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

His figure moved in and out, like a ghost, under the orange light, it actually made people feel chills in their hearts.

Goosebumps came out all over Zhao Jun's body, his heart tightened, and he screamed loudly: "Kill him, Master Zhang, as long as you get rid of this little policeman, I will do my best to help you with your affairs."

Of course, Zhao Jun knew the level of the four most capable bodyguards under his command.

This is a good player who can kill a few back and forth while protecting himself.

He is a formidable master who has been cultivated by spending a lot of money in his family.

Once placed in the most chaotic area, he worked as a mercenary for three years and experienced actual combat. Each of them has a huge number of lives in his hands.

Unexpectedly, one brain folded four here.

Did not cause any harm to the opponent.

At this time, he was really scared.

Zhang Wei put down his wine glass slowly and stood up with a cold expression on his face.

At this time, he obviously saw it too.

Yang Lin is not as weak as he thought, on the contrary, he is still a strong opponent.

He originally thought that according to the news, the other side captured Lin Lijun, the Chen Group's Wing Chun master, by relying on special police and guns, and they succeeded with a large number of people.

Only found out now.

Perhaps, the opponent is only one person, and it is enough to capture Lin Lijun.

Between the advance and retreat, the fierceness of the attack, the agility of the movement, and the dark and secretiveness of the exertion, are not just the strength of the Mingjin stage.

But for some reason, he didn't see the other party use his dark energy to exert his energy.

It's just that the speed is surprisingly fast, and the strength is also amazing, which makes people a little incomprehensible.

'Maybe it's a gifted talent and natural power. '

Thinking of this, Zhang Wei felt a little more at ease, but he no longer had the slightest thought of contempt.

He flipped his wrist, and pulled out two ruler-length knives from his sleeves.

Two knives and one fault, protecting him like a butterfly.

The blade is facing outward, reflecting the light, and the cold light flickers.

"You cut off your hands and feet, and you are captured without a fight. I won't kill you."

With both swords in hand, Zhang Wei's aura is skyrocketing.

The murderous aura invades the heart and spleen, even from a long distance, it makes people feel chills.

He looked towards the door and said again: "You guys had better not use your guns, otherwise, I really don't mind killing a few more people, don't think that being a policeman can protect you."

While speaking, everyone heard the clang of a saber in their ears.

Cold light flashed.

A row of silver candlesticks beside Zhang Wei fell down.

The fire fell to the ground and burned into one piece.

Under the light of the fire, Xiao Gu and the others looked at the broken part of the two-finger-thick candlestick, reflecting the metal light, smooth and sharp.

You know, it's either made of iron or steel.

Six or seven steel columns were cut off with a single swing of the chi-length dagger in his hand.

Moreover, they couldn't see his movement of swinging the knife clearly at all, they could only see a faint phantom.

This person is extremely powerful no matter how hard he uses or the speed of his shots.

The Three Tigers of Guangdong can shock Guangdong and Guangxi, and their reputation is spread all over the world. Of course, it is not for nothing.

It's a real Anjin big boxer.

Reminiscent of being at the gate of the police station, when this person stepped down, his strength burst out, and he stepped on the bluestone floor tiles with the strength of his feet.

Looking at it, Wang Minghao and the others felt as if they were facing a scourge.

Being so intimidated by someone, he really didn't dare to raise his gun and aim indiscriminately.

They also saw what happened to the two bodyguards at the door who raised their guns.

Know how fast the movements and figures of these martial arts masters are.

Their reaction nerves simply couldn't keep up with the opponent's body shape and footwork.

Wang Minghao and the others were terrified in their hearts, and they just shouted loudly: "Don't act recklessly."

Yang Lin waved his hand, signaling to his colleagues behind him not to move forward, nor to intervene.

With his hands hanging by his sides, he didn't draw his gun, nor did he have an expression as if he was facing a formidable enemy. Instead, he looked with interest at the two sharp swords in the opponent's hand.

"Wing Chun Eight Cutting Knives, I remember that the information shows that you are a master of White Crane Fist.

Unexpectedly, the sword technique is even more powerful. "

He turned his gaze to the candlestick on the ground, and said again: "The previous knife was so powerful and heavy, it didn't look like a flying phoenix spreading its wings, it should be a green dragon's water knife?"

Yang Lin seemed to be asking about the saber technique, but in fact his tone was affirmative, very determined.

During the time in Xiangjiang, he not only exchanged martial arts with Hong Jiaying, brother and sister of Hong Boxing Gym, but also dealt with various sects.

Among them are the masters of the White Crane Sect, and Liang Bi, the direct descendant of the Wing Chun Sect...

At that time, Master Liang opened a Wing Chun gym in Xiangjiang. Ip Man happened to meet him on the street and asked him to learn boxing as his teacher.

The two masters and apprentices came to An Ren Tang, and Yang Lin had naturally seen them.

I have also seen the eight-cutting knife in the opponent's hand.

Seeing it again at this time, naturally it will not be unfamiliar.

The weapons of each sect and sect all have unique methods of transporting power. If you are not a direct descendant, you will not be able to grasp the beauty of it.

"You know Wing Chun very well, what school do you come from?"

Zhang Wei's heart skipped a beat when he was beaten by humanity, and he became a little more cautious again.