"You are the rules of your grandma..." The young man cursed and held the spring in his hand and pierced it into Lao Sun's chest...

Old Sun watched the young man stab the knife quickly, and his head was nailed to the ground like a sprouted root. He quickly stretched out his hand and slapped it directly on the young man's hand.

"Bang..." The stuck spring in the young man's hand flew out immediately!

"Boom!" The body of the sequin was trembling and nailed directly to a tree on one side, while the young man was stunned, while the old Sun smiled with his eyes narrowed.

"You are still considered the cannon head of the Yingmen Liangzi? You don't have the ruthlessness of Liangliang!" Lao Sun opened his mouth and said words that made many people confused. After these words were said, the young gangsters were a little confused, but Qinghong was also a man who had met the one who had eaten with Pei Zhuang, so he immediately knew the old man's identity.

After taking two steps, Qinghong reached out to his little brother and pulled him back and said to Lao Sun, "Master, let's come here to do business. You are fine if you are more polite and reasonable, but you also have to know that it is now, your era is your era, and it is all over!"

"At that time, the rules cannot be left out. There will be people who will shove the roads in a bad state. If this matter is not stable, someone will have to come out to take care of it..." Lao Sun said with a strong and powerful look at Qinghong.

"Master, you can calm down for two years if the door is opened. If the door doesn't open, I don't care if you are an old senior or not!" Qinghong narrowed his eyes, and his words were full of threat.

Lao Sun reached out and touched his head, which had little hair left, and then smiled. Then he turned around and walked towards his home. While walking, he opened his mouth and said, "If you think you are in a red game, you can come in and try..."

After saying that, Lao Sun suddenly accelerated and flashed behind the wall and entered.

"Kang..." A loud noise suddenly came, and then Pei Zhuang, who had been feeling uncomfortable in the car, came out and shouted, "Is it so hard to be so stubborn? Just fuck him? Break him!" After that, Pei Zhuang swayed and ran towards the back door with the sound in his hand.

"Don't make trouble!" Qinghong saw Pei Zhuang's attitude and immediately scolded him and then started rushing up with the people.

Just as Qinghong reached out and grabbed Pei Zhuang and was about to get him away first and then do his own business, Old Sun in the room listened to the movements outside with disdainful expressions. He could not tell at all that it was the slowness of an old man. He squatted in front of his wooden bed and reached out to touch the bed...

"Mom, I haven't been lit for many years. Do you really think I'm going to be in the warehouse and put the horse in Nanshan?" As he said that, Lao Sun directly carried the guy in his hand and turned around and walked towards the door, facing the young people who were about to rush in, he raised his hands.

"old……"

"Bang……"

Before the first young man entering the yard shouted a slogan, a nearly half-meter-long flame spurted out directly. With a muffled sound, the young man's body flew off the ground, hitting the brother behind him and then leaning to the sky to the bottom. After a burst of blue smoke on his chest, a large piece of blood and blood under the broken clothes on his chest came into view.

"This...this...this...this is a fucking trick?" A young man asked before he could react.

"This is called a musket... a rustic guy!" Old Sun's head gritted his teeth and cursed with murderous aura, rubbed the gun body of the musket with one hand, and then he broke out again at the dazed young men...

"Bang!"

“Ahhhh…”

Another young man flew out with flames on his back screaming and screaming. The brothers behind him ran out with him.

"This old barren lamp has a cannon... Brother Hong!"

"Oh my grass, who will he kill?"

"Don't go, you guys hold on..."

In a hurry, these young men who had everything rushed to Qinghong and Peizhuang for life, for fear that they would slow down and let Lao Sun rush back and make him feel cold...

Maybe no one would have thought, why an old man suddenly became so fierce, and he didn't say who would break up with a musket and was still very sturdy and his eyes were very fierce?

No matter what, Qinghong and Pei Zhuang knew at this time that they should have played on the stage, so Pei Zhuang raised his hand again and held the sound in his hand and broke down. Qinghong pulled two steps horizontally and rushed towards Lao Sun's head with bare hands.

Lao Sun's head turned around and dodged with a one-five meters long musket in his hand. Qinghong had already touched his side. Qinghong reached out and grabbed the musket in Lao Sun's hand. His other hand quickly turned around and was about to pull it back. At the same time, he raised his knee and pushed it towards Lao Sun's abdomen...

After all, Lao Sun was old, so after being kicked by Qinghong, he grabbed his musket with both hands and took a step back and then turned the gun in and prepared to aim it at Qinghong for a while.

Qinghong could see Lao Sun's thoughts, so the back of his head was cramped and gritted his teeth. His other hand stretched out his thumb and inserted it directly into the trigger frame, padding the trigger to prevent it from reaching the level of firing...

Old Sun did not expect that Qinghong could tell from his short time that his musket had been modified by firing two shots, and he was also wary of shooting again. While sighing that he was indeed old, he suddenly turned the musket body, swung his calf quickly, and then kicked Qinghong's calf out with some force...

Qinghong felt that his pushing strength was instantly removed, and then his body lost balance and fell out directly, but the grip on his hands did not decrease, and he also wanted to snatch the musket with his body weight...

"Kang Kangkang..." Pei Zhuang finally saw Lao Sun's figure at this time, so he quickly collapsed towards Lao Sun's head...

Lao Sun's body slowed down significantly and then rushed to the ground, but after that, he quickly raised his foot and put it on Qinghong's chest. He took the opportunity to control his musket and took it back. Then, without any hesitation, he directly pulled the trigger at Pei Zhuang's approximate position.

"Bang!"

Pei Zhuang felt a flash in front of his eyes, and subconsciously sat upwards, and the moment behind him, the little tree suddenly broke with his waist...

Qinghong was shocked and thought Pei Zhuang had been fucked to death, so he immediately turned over and rolled the cards and ran towards the hands and feet. Lao Sun's face struggled and gasped for a while, then sat cross-legged on the ground with a musket and shouted, "Come on... let's fight again!"

Pei Zhuang, who was sitting, saw Lao Sun's condition, and the sound in his hand dropped. Then he quickly got up and turned around and ran away.

In just a few seconds, many people came, but in the end, Qinghong and Peizhuang who were left behind got in the car and ran away, leaving only one old man, still sitting cross-legged on the ground with a musket in his arms, glaring at the distance.

"Fuck. I'm old..." Lao Sun muttered and reached out and threw down the musket in his hand. In fact, he changed it to accommodate three rounds of ammunition. Lao Sun finally lifted his anger and did not let his momentum collapse, scaring Pei Zhuang and Qinghong...

More than ten minutes later, people from Chaoyang Branch arrived at the scene of the incident together with the local police station.

After watching the scene, a case handler walked to Lao Sun, who was still motionless, and asked to Lao Sun, "Old man? Who are the two people on the ground?"

"I'm broken!" Lao Sun said with a straight face.

The investigator looked at Lao Suntou in a confused manner, who is now in this image, and a little suspicious. At this time, several police officers from the local police station ran over and reached out to help Lao Suntou up. After all, they are all natives here, and they have basically seen a doctor at Lao Suntou. No matter what they say, they have to call him uncle.

When a policeman reached out to help Lao Sun's head, he was very smooth to buy...

"Uncle Sun, is this?" the policeman asked in shock.

"These kids are so fucking unruly. Come to me to grab people, how can they be fucked?" Old Sun head stubbornly reached out and shook the little policeman's hand and wanted to stand by himself, but instantly sat on the ground.

"Mom, fuck me on the waist!" Lao Sun muttered as if he had accepted his fate and then raised his head again and said to the policeman around him, "The musket belongs to mine, and I also lost my life. There is a fever in the room. This has nothing to do with him. Please help me to send him to the hospital. I guess my anesthetics have expired and he may be allergic to it!"

The branch manager, after hearing Lao Sun's words, asked in a daze, "No, uncle, what are you doing? Aren't you an old Chinese doctor who sees doctors?"

Old Sun looked at the case handler with a smile and asked proudly, "Beard! Have you heard of beard?"
Chapter completed!