Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Jiang Haifeng stood on the top step of the stairs, and the man in the black suit rushing to the front stood in the middle of the stairs that couldn't get up.

Following Jiang Haifeng's stern roar and his pistol pointed at the first man in black suit, dozens of men in black suit immediately stopped their actions without moving.

but!

That is, when Jiang Haifeng pointed his gun down, on the stairs, there were more than 30 men in black suits on the ground floor. They also took out their pistols at the same time.

In an instant.

More than 30 pistols of various models were pointed at Jiang Haifeng.

"..." The sudden situation in front of him was too frightening, Jiang Haifeng stared at his muzzle with a black hole, his eyes widened in astonishment.

Why these people all have guns!

After so much effort, he finally got a real gun back.

Who are these thugs?

How could he even have a pistol as standard!

Jiang Haifeng's mood has turned thousands of times, he must have provoked a big man who shouldn't be provoked.

But who is behind this?

The first person he thought of was canonization.

However, the canonization is nothing more than a businessman, and it stands to reason that there is no such a big influence.

Thirty or so cold muzzles were aimed at Jiang Haifeng. Excluding the big guys who were thrown downstairs, the four big guys who were still on the top of the stairs suddenly softened their legs and almost fell by themselves.

The two groups of troops fought, and their small numbers would not have the advantage.

Right now, the enemy has a pistol in their hands. They don't even have an iron rod in their hands. How can they fight this battle?

The man in the black suit who was pointed at the forehead by Jiang Haifeng, his name was Ma Feng, was the only one who had not raised his pistol towards Jiang Haifeng.

The sun was shining brightly outside the factory, and inside the abandoned factory, there was a dead silence at this time.

Looking at the pistol pointing at his forehead, Ma Feng walked up without fear.

When passing by the burly big man, based on the large black suit man holding the pistol underneath, the four big men gave way one after another.

Ma Feng Leng shook his eyes and went up the stairs.

Jiang Haifeng was pointed at so many guns, he was also afraid, watching the approaching horse wind, he stepped back.

"Whose person are you?" Jiang Haifeng retreated to the small room behind him, but still didn't want to lose in his aura, still pointing his gun at Ma Feng.

"..." Ma Feng looked at Jiang Haifeng expressionlessly, his calm and waveless eyes as if looking at the dead.

The atmosphere inside the factory was stalemate. Outside the factory, a black off-road vehicle coming like a tiger suddenly braked and stopped at the door.

Before the car stopped, the Fengsheng opened the door and quickly jumped out of the car, his upright posture as if a **** descended.

As he entered the factory, the frenzied war also swept in.

From the factory gate to the stairs that were neither wide nor narrow, to the small room on the second floor, dozens of men in black suits stood lined up.

Standing in a military posture, they held their heads high, standing very righteous, and their faces were solemn and iron-clad, and their aura was like a rainbow.

After the canonization came in, wherever he went, the man in the black suit bowed his head slightly unconsciously.

The Fengsheng had a stern face, anxious, and he rushed straight to the second floor at an incredible speed.

When he entered the small room with a musty smell, he saw Luo Yangyang lying on the old small bed.

She was stained with blood, closed her eyes and looked lifeless, and hit the canonized heart fiercely.