Red alert!

On the black notebook, the word “red alert” was clearly printed, with the stamp of China’s top agencies on it, indicating that the black notebook had no moisture.

The Red Police, China's top security personnel organization, is full of first-class and first-class players selected by various military forces. It is divided into three levels.

Class A guards were sent to protect the group of people at the top of the Golden Pagoda of China, Class B guards were arranged around the local princes, and Class C was responsible for the five important members.

But no matter which level it is, it represents the state apparatus and has certain privileges.

That is, they commit crimes and are not subject to local trials. They must be handled internally by the red police, even if they are shot, they will be executed internally by the red police.

So in the face of the mushroom head that appeared without warning, the eyelids of the first three of the uncles twitched slightly. It seemed that Ma Gang had such a support today.

Afterwards, he locked on the pale young man again.

"You bother me, get out of here."

The pale-faced young man looked at his uncle Sanjia coldly: "Also, tell Beibei, at eight o'clock tonight, I will clean it up and wait for me in the clubhouse."

"If you don't get out of the ink, or Beibei doesn't come tonight, tomorrow, I will demolish the mansion of the uncle."

The young man lowered his head and drank a sip of red wine: "It will break your legs and throw it into jail. Don't care about me, it will make you regret it."

"Did you hear me?"

In Ma Gang's meaningful smile, the mushroom-headed man yelled to his uncle Sanjia: "Get out!"

"Dignified Red Police, have you taken care of the situation? Do you dare to threaten me like this?"

Uncle Sanjia returned to calm, staring at the mushroom head coldly and hummed: "Tonight, I will abolish Ma Gang first, and then I will complain to the Red Police about what you did!"

Compared with tactics, the uncle Sanjia cares more about passion and a clear conscience. At this moment, whoever wants to stop him from seeking justice, he will do it to the end.

Ma Gang went online and shouted: "Uncle top three, you are lawless. You don't even look at the country and the government? Are you going to rebel?"

The uncle's top three had sharp eyes: "It's you who I'm disposing of. I have a relationship with the government."

Mushroom head yelled: "Even your father gave the red police three points, and the uncle is the top three, do you want to die?"

Taishu Sanjia still stepped forward: "Are you looking for death? You said it doesn't count."

Seeing his uncle Sanjia Niu coaxing, the young man called Song Shao suddenly sneered: "Yelang is arrogant!"

"Wow!"

The uncle Sanjia didn't talk nonsense. He hit the mushroom-headed body and pointed a shot at Ma Gang's calf, wanting to destroy the latter regardless of the consequences.

Ma Gang's body shook, and he instinctively jumped out two meters.

Just before the uncle Sanjia pulled the trigger, the mushroom head shot a kick, a bit more aggressively, and made the uncle Sanjia lean.

The muzzle strayed, Tai Uncle Sanjia naturally released the trigger, and suddenly raised his elbow, pressing it against the mushroom-headed chest.

"call--"

Mushroom Head didn't panic, and followed the offensive of Uncle Sanjia's body, then tilted his right hand slightly to relieve his strength.

But his left leg threw out like a lightning in the sky.

"boom!"

The instep of Mushroom Head hit Tai Uncle Sanjia's right leg, and a hot pain surged over the latter's body.

Although the place where he was hit was not very painful, all the fighting intent of the uncle Sanjia was agitated as if adding fuel to the fire.

Uncle Sanjia backhanded a hand knife and wiped it towards the opponent's throat. The wind blew up from the window, and his eyes shone with a faint cold light in the light.

Mushroom head did not dare to care, lifted his left hand to block the top three uncles!

"boom!"

It's just that the strength of the third class uncle was quite domineering, and the blocking of the attack caused pain in the mushroom head's wrist, and then he punched out, hitting the shoulder of the third class uncle.

A rush of brute force poured in, the uncle Sanjia groaned back and the shotgun fell to the ground.

Only when they were separated, the right leg of the first three-year-old uncle also lifted up instantly, and then hit the mushroom head abdomen.

Mushroom Vung Dun felt that his abdomen was turned upside down, as if someone had been stabbed into a fire stick, and there was a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth!

The uncle's top three had the advantage, and the eleven subordinates shouted hello.

"Dare to do something to my people?"

Seeing that his subordinates were suffering and losing face, Song Shao's expression sank and turned his head again: "Looking for death!"

When the voice fell, three middle-aged men flashed out behind him, and they shot out in an instant, arrogantly facing the head of Uncle Sanjia.

"Ha!"

The two held guns close, and the other zoomed out to lock in. They cooperated in a tacit understanding, and there was no loophole for the opponent to counterattack.

The muzzle was gloomy, and the insurance was pulled away, restricting the actions of the uncles and the others.

Mushroom head took the opportunity to kick in the third corner of the uncle's foot, and the third-most body of the uncle staggered forward and almost fell:

"Dogday! You can't win heads-up, bullying the less by more?!"

He wanted to fight back, but the gun that pierced his forehead restrained him from moving. He was very angry at the moment: "You want to be shameless?"

"Three young people, three young people!"

"Let go of the three young masters, or you'll be polite."

At this time, Tai Shu Sanjia's subordinates saw the master being held up by a gun, and yelled with a shotgun and leaned forward to save people.

When Ma Gang reflexed back a few meters to watch the show, Mushroom Head pulled out two short guns backhand and shot at eleven people without mercy.

The marksmanship is sharp and the killing intent is sharp, almost irresistible.

"Pump pound!"

After a dull gunshot, the eleven uncle's cronies holding weapons all covered their wrists and groaned, and one by one was shot in the wrist.

The blood ticked to the ground, and a lot of shock leaned to the sides, but no one ran away at this time, all wanted to watch a good show.

I want to see how Han Jing's biggest backer was the person who was invited by the horse guide, who was trampled all over.

The uncle Sanjia yelled: "Don't move them, you have the ability, come to me!"

"For you?"

In Ma Gang's triumphant expression, Song Shao burst into laughter, grabbed a shot and put a shot on his uncle Sanjia's head: "Didn't you just now?"

"Why are you afraid now?"

Song Shaoyin laughed: "Do you really think the uncle family can cover the sky with one hand?"

The muzzle was another jab forward. He pressed his finger to the trigger and gave alms from high above: "Kneel down, kneel down, give you a way to survive."

Tai Uncle San Jia said coldly: "Tai Uncle San Jia kneels to the heavens and knees to his parents, but he will not kneel to survive."

"is it?"

Song Shaoyin smiled, the muzzle slanted, and with a flutter, the bullet spouted from the muzzle, ruthlessly infiltrating the uncle's third-class calf.

A burst of blood shot, and the uncle Sanjia snorted, a trace of pain passed across his face, but abruptly resisted the staggering body and held the table steady.

There was a dead silence in the audience, watching the blood on the ground, all gave birth to a trance.

Unexpectedly, Song Shaogan was shooting in the public, but Ma Gang looked happy. Everything was developing as he expected. He also took out his mobile phone and sent WeChat:

The overall situation is set!

At this time, Song Shao was blowing on the smoking muzzle, and then looked at his uncle Sanjia grinning: "Do you not kneel?"

Then, he moved his muzzle again and pounced again, and his uncle's third-class thigh was also shot. He said, his legs softened and almost fell.

Fortunately, he did not fall to the ground by grabbing the table.

The hall was filled with smoke and blood.

Song Shao shouted again: "Kneel or not -"

"boom!"

Before Song Shao's words were completely spoken, the uncle Sanjia slammed the round table, raised his leg, and kicked hard, which happened to hit Song Shao's abdomen.

Song Shao snorted, and stepped back a few steps, there was still a slight pain on his face, but he didn't fall back.

Seeing the situation of the uncle's top three, he dared to take action, and the audience was as silent as a graveyard, and they were all shocked.

"Asshole! Looking for death!"

Several mushroom-headed men rushed up, kicked the uncle's top three, punched and kicked, and then dragged them up and pressed them on the table.

Ma Gang also roared: "Dare to beat Master Song, the top three uncles, you are too lawless."

More than a dozen artists around him also shook their heads. They felt that the three tops of the uncle was really stunned, and they all thought he was going to die, and Han Jing was also dead.

"Dare to kick me? Enough to plant."

Song Shao touched the painful abdomen, smiled without anger, pushed away the supporting Ma Gang, picked up the shotgun and slowly approached his uncle Sanjia.

That kind of vicious breath makes everyone's heart palpitations.

Shao Song grinned sternly while holding the shotgun, "Wait until I break your knees and see if you can kneel down for me."

Mushroom head, they pressed the uncle's top three, not giving him a chance to struggle.

"Song Donghua, what are you?"

At this time, a stern voice came from the door with majesty: "Dare to make my brother kneel?"

Ye Tianlong kicked open the broken door.

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