martial law

No one made a lot of noise, and no one stepped forward to inquire about the purpose of the visit.

These low-level people have lived in the city for a long time, and already have their own unique life wisdom.

"is it here?"

Yang Lin had no expression on his face. He saw a small wooden house with a single courtyard from a distance of tens of meters, and quietly took two steps back.

He was walking side by side with Wang Zhenwei, but now he hid behind Lord Inspector.

The two sturdy patrolmen didn't know anything, they only knew that this time they were here to catch thieves, and they were very motivated.

He had already put his hands on his waist, holding them on the handle of the gun, and stared at the door sharply.

Just as soon as he gave an order, he rushed over.

‘五柳巷NO.17……’

Yang Lin smelled the faint smell of blood in the air, and some traditional Chinese medicine mixed with the scent of boiled medicine, and he probably had a judgment in his heart.

Wang Zhenwei hated secretly in his heart, but smiled on his face. He listened carefully and said in a low voice: "There are two people in the house, they should be that person and his distant uncle. I heard that person is a filial child. His mother depended on each other for life, and lived a hard life.

Later, after his mother passed away, he lived alone. Five years ago, his distant uncle came to the house and lived here, and he never left. "

Wang Zhenwei's handling of the case was good. He just glanced casually and listened carefully for a while, and he was sure that the culprit was at home.

"You mean, Zhang He also has an uncle?"

"That's right, he's just a bad old man who has been bedridden for many years. He has been living and dying, and he has been relying on Zhang He to earn money to buy medicine and hang himself for a long time."

Wang Zhenwei had a shrewd and capable face, and smiled flatteringly, revealing the background of Plum Blossom Pirates.

At this time, he didn't want to say that he didn't know the flower picker anymore.

The other party had clearly made up his mind, and it would be unsightly to put on a show again.

I can only finish my errands first and find a chance to escape.

"Come on, killing thieves and catching thieves isn't Lord Wang's specialty? I'm watching..."

Yang Lin glanced over Wang Zhenwei's neck inadvertently, making his whole body feel cold.

The hatred in his heart was mad, but his face remained calm, nodded and said: "Okay, this is easy."

It is indeed very easy.

When Wang Zhenwei called the door softly, there wasn't even much defense in the room.

"Zhang He, open the door quickly, it's me."

The room was quiet for a while.

Immediately afterwards, someone carefully opened the chaimen.

Yang Lin looked at it from a distance and recognized it immediately.

Although the clothes on that person had changed, the iconic narrow eyes and thin lips were easy to recognize. It was the Plum Blossom Pirate, Zhang He.

The young man who opened the door seemed completely unprepared, his eyes drifted past Wang Zhenwei, and seeing Yang Lin with a strange smile on his face, his heart tightened, his hairs stood on end, and he said angrily: "Inspector Wang, you..."

Before the words fell, the three guns had already spewed out flames.

clap clap clap...

Caimen made of thin wooden boards are beaten into sieves.

Rao Zhang He reacted very quickly. Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately rolled over and turned back, with several blood splashed on his body.

"Come on, it doesn't matter whether you live or die, you can't leave the flower picker."

Wang Zhenwei let out a low cry, and was about to rush into the house brandishing his gun.

At this time, he was not worried at all.

The two patrolmen around him had already stepped in first.

Yang Lin's heart tightened slightly, and he took another step back.

Chapter 031

"court death."

A series of coughing sounded.

Yang Lin could hear the extreme anger contained in the muffled phlegm.

then.

I saw a splash of knife light.

It overflowed the house like water and passed through the chai gate.

The wooden door exploded like a piece of paper, debris flying...

Two chubby guys flew out of the door with a large rain of blood between them.

It was the two patrolmen who rushed in first.

At this time, they can no longer see their lean and strong appearance.

Only a trace of panic remained on the tumbling head.

Correct.

The two rushed quickly and returned quickly.

However, it was their heads that came back.

With one stab, his head was beheaded.

"Tsk tsk, what a fierce knife technique."

Yang Lin's eyebrows twitched wildly, and instead of rushing forward, he bounced back without even thinking, and reached out and took out a pistol from his waist.

Raise your gun and shoot.

blah blah blah...

In an instant, the bullet was emptied.

Facts have proved that his strain is not wrong at all.

When the heads of the two men flew up, Wang Zhenwei had just raised his foot to enter the room, but he fell back screaming, and the hand holding the gun was bloody from the elbow, and it was cut off by a knife light. .

At the same time, the light of the saber pierced down, cutting a deep cut on his thigh.

Inspector Wang screamed and fell to the ground, but his escape idea was very tenacious, and he crawled to one side, dragging blood.

Because, he knew that there was another person behind him, who was also a master.

As long as you don't die for a while, you don't have to die.

'Who said that the uncle in the crane house has been bedridden for many years, just an old guy waiting to die. '

Wang Zhenwei gritted his teeth in hatred.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the light of the knife passing over his body, suddenly exploded into a ball of bright light, and cut towards Yang Lin.

He recognized this sword move, the one that killed two of his subordinates with one blow, and also cut off his own arm, that is the plum blossom knife, the Tanhai style.

At the same time, the white-haired old man with fierce eyebrows and eyes retracted the light of the knife, stepped forward with his legs and fell, the light of the knife was retracted and released, his figure swayed, and he shot towards the pistol, stepping forward.

The bullet hit the knife screen, splashing out sparks.

This is Folding Hands and Flowers Flicking and Swinging.

Wang Zhenwei is used to having a large number of soldiers, and he has never looked down upon those so-called martial arts masters.

Times have changed a long time ago. Under the pressure of firearms, dragons have to coil up, and tigers have to lie down. After all, this is the world of guns and guns. No matter how good a person is in martial arts, he can hit a few nails.

However, he forgot.

In these years, he has long stopped charging forward.

I have never met a ruthless person who can really carry a bullet and wield a knife.

This is really desperate.

Those warriors who avoid him, respect him, and are willing to abide by the rules are just because they cherish their lives.

ding ding dong...

The bullet casings fell on the stone road, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

The smoke cleared...

Yang Lin didn't move.

He built a bridge with his hands, made a fist with his spear, nailed his feet there, and took root on the ground, his breath as patient as the earth.

The old man didn't move either.

Holding the Miao Dao upside down, he stood upright on the spot, his fierce eyes gradually became a little lost.

"Iron Wire Fist, it turned out that you broke Xiao He'er's arm, you are despicable..."

He glanced over the short gun held in Yang Lin's hand and sighed.

"Award."

Yang Lin laughed when he heard that.

"In the face of a master like the old man, in order to save his life, it is a last resort to use this kind of method that can't be seen on the stage."

"That's right." The old man nodded in agreement.

After thinking for a while, he shook his head again: "You are not very good at marksmanship, and you are not very accurate. If the old man had no old injuries, you would be the one who died today, believe it or not?"

"I believe." Yang Lin's smile remained unchanged.

"If it wasn't for the fact that senior had already run out of energy and his physical strength was exhausted, this first knife shouldn't just cut my clothes and hurt a little flesh.

Instead, he disemboweled and punctured the heart, so that I would not have the opportunity to continue shooting. "

"Your boxing skills are still very good. You have a stronger mind. You are stronger than Xiao He'er. You have an indomitable killing momentum. You can withstand the light of my saber and attack against attack without blinking your eyes. , I have only seen one person."

After finishing speaking, the seedling knife in the old man's hand fell, stood up straight, and fell to the sky.

bang...

Splashes of dust.

At this time, Yang Lin saw that the old man's yellowed white undershirt had already been stained with blood in several places.

Especially in the heart, the clothes had been torn long ago, and a scorching hole appeared, where blood flowed like a stream.

He is sure.

I fired a shot before, but the bullets actually didn't hit the opponent's vitals at all. Except for the bullets on the right shoulder and left leg, all other attacks were dodged by his strange swinging movement within an inch.

Those who couldn't escape were cut open by the opponent's sword light.

Well, the old man was shot in the heart just before that.

'That's right, those two patrolmen and Wang Zhenwei shot randomly, not only beat the plum blossom thief Zhang He to death, the bullets flew around, of course, they also hit the old man who was defenseless inside the house. '

Sustaining the gunshot wound, holding on to his last breath, he brazenly drew his knife and beheaded two patrolmen one after another, beheaded Wang Zhenwei, and still had the strength to injure himself.

Looking down at the torn clothes on his chest, and a trace of knife marks on the delicate virgin-like skin of his chest, Yang Lin was slightly silent, as there was blood oozing and dripping there.

With a reputation +20 floating in front of his eyes, Yang Lin's eyes widened, so he didn't doubt his own eyes.

This is by far the heaviest harvest.

What a surprise.

'What realm is this?Even though it's still far away, the blade splits the air, and it can cut flesh and bones. It must be three inches hard.It should be at the level of Anjin, a master who has mastered the five internal organs. '

'However, this kind of strong player, even with old wounds, dare not even take revenge.

He just hid in a residential house in Hangzhou and was bedridden for several years... Who was it that hurt him? '

At the same time, Yang Lin had seen the old man's body and saber techniques, and understood that the other party was not Zhang He's distant uncle as Wang Zhenwei said.

It is estimated that that is just a deceptive statement.

The real identity should be Zhang He's master, who passed down the plum blossom boxing.