Xiao Ting fainted by the shock and slid down from Zhang Shun's back. Zhang Shun quickly pulled her up and carried it on her shoulder to continue running forward.

After such delays, the leading advantage he had just established while racing on the roof disappeared. An iron rod flew over and hit Zhang Shun on the waist, smashing him into a staggering foot.

It was already past two o'clock in the morning, and there were no pedestrians on the road, and there were few vehicles. Police officer Xiao's car parked at the intersection, which was already broken beyond recognition.

There were people hanging on the front and back of the car, and there were a few lying beside it. There were a few steel pipes and baseball bats on the ground. Officer Xiao stood beside the car smoking a cigarette, his face was blue and purple, and the upper and lower eyelids in his right eye were swollen, so he could only open a crack.

Hearing the shouts from Qingyang Road, Officer Xiao quickly bounced the cigarette butt in his hand and saw Zhang Shun carrying Xiao Ting from afar. Behind the two were a crowd of black people chasing him. Officer Xiao picked up the pipe stick on the ground and smashed it hard at the crowd. Just as he was about to meet him, Zhang Shun threw Xiao Ting directly at him.

After catching Xiao Ting, Officer Xiao sat on the ground, and only heard Zhang Shun say, "Run quickly and send him to the hospital, I'll block it." After saying this, he turned around and walked back to Qingyang Street and stopped in the middle of the street.

Officer Xiao got up from the ground and stared blankly at the incredible scene in front of him - Zhang Shun stood alone at the intersection of the street, and in front of him were hundreds of people holding various weapons, which could not be seen at first sight, and the entire street was filled with the whole street.

Zhang Shun turned around and saw Officer Xiao still being stunned. He said impatiently: "Go and go, I still have to worry about you? Two or three kittens and dogs are not enough for me to see. Don't stay here to add burden to me. I'll contact you by phone tomorrow." His tone was like an old classmate who had taken a few more sips after attending the party.

Officer Xiao looked at Zhang Shun's back, looked at Xiao Ting in his hand again, gritted his teeth and turned around and ran away. The last scene he saw was that Zhang Shun took out a bottle of wine from somewhere, poured half a bottle on his head, and drank the remaining half bottle.

After Xiao Ting fell asleep, Zhang Shun analyzed the reasons for his previous loss of consciousness in the bar. It was clear that the loud noise was the cause of the trigger, but he didn't know why he turned into a "crazy warrior" after hearing the noise.

The sound of shotgun should have been the loudest tonight, but he didn't feel anything strange after the bartender fired the gun; the people on the second floor also had no disgust when they heard the sound and fired four shots, and even missed the continuous gunfire.

The unsuppressed sense of anger only appeared after the man holding Xiao Ting yelled. Before that, only three things happened: the palm edge was cut by the falling glass slag, poured on his head by wine, and listened to the footsteps of the gunman holding his breath.

With this analysis, things will be easy to understand - rage must be related to wine.

Drinking half a bottle of wine on his body and half a bottle of wine in his stomach, Zhang Shun put on his boxing gloves and waited nervously. However, a minute passed, nothing happened, and only his stomach was burned with high vodka.

The road in Qingyang is terrifyingly quiet. The Qinghong Gang members have an absolute advantage in numbers, but no one comes up on their own initiative. Everyone saw the scene of Zhang Shun knocking two people away on the roof. When he heard the loud noise when he jumped down, no one wanted to rush up first.

A fire suddenly appeared on a roof on the right side, and gunfire sounded, Zhang Shun's body shook violently, and he pointed it at the roof and threw the gloves out.

The gloves hit the edge of the roof, causing bricks to splatter. The gunman who was sneaking on the roof covered his eyes and lay on the ground screaming and rolling, and blood kept flowing out between his fingers.

The bullet shot into Zhang Shun's right rib and stayed in his body.

As the gunshots came, the Qinghong Gang members also moved. Everyone shouted to Zhang Shun at the same time, which looked like the starting line of the 10,000-person marathon.

Zhang Shun reached out to the drop point of the gloves with his right hand, and threw the gloves with his left hand towards the crowd. After the gloves hit the crowd, they flew more than ten meters before stopping. Everyone who was touched was lying on the ground screaming.

The crowd was crowded, and the gap made by the gloves was quickly filled by the people next to him. Then Zhang Shun recalled the gloves and pulled out a larger gap.

Two fists were rising one after another, shooting towards the crowd in different directions. Almost every time I went back and forth, I could hurt more than a dozen people. However, there were too many people, but there were only two fists. The encirclement gradually narrowed. Finally, the person who was pushed in front raised the weapon in his hand in horror.

He didn't dare to throw his boxing gloves anymore, Zhang Shun put the boxing gloves on his hand and began to resist the opponent's siege. The disadvantage of the large number of people was revealed - at most five people attacked him at the same time. With the training in the back mountain these two days, Zhang Shun was quite at ease in dealing with such a situation.

"Why haven't you reacted yet? Should I explain it here today?" After a knife opened the left arm, Zhang Shun thought of this, and there were a lot of screams in his ears, but he would never feel the irritability he had in the bar before.

He regretted drinking too much. He had known that he would have had a symbolic drink of two sips. Now he was just a little dizzy. If he was dizzy, it would be over.

The unskilled Five Sheep Tiger Fist was almost powerless. Zhang Shun was supported by endless physical strength and the weight of the boxing gloves. His head was knocked a lot, his arms were broken a lot, but the wounds on his body were gradually increasing.

His heartbeats faster and faster, his face becomes redder, his movements become slower and slower, and his steps become more and more messy... The Qinghong Gang members all saw that Zhang Shun was gradually losing support, but they were still trying hard to retreat.

No one wants to step forward, which is why Zhang Shun has been persisting until now. Everyone knows that the blood mist that bursts from time to time is not a movie special effect. Everyone within a radius of ten meters is stuck with the blood or skulls of their companions, and the center of the encirclement emits a strong smell of blood.

As he was fighting, Zhang Shun's expression suddenly became colorful, sometimes happy and sometimes sad. His face was covered with blood, so these people could only see the expression, but could not see the changes on his face.

Zhang Shun was so happy! It was finally here and finally took effect. It turned out that the key was to relax the body.

Listening to the movements in the bar, his attention is entirely on his hearing. His body is extremely relaxed and he is easily "controlled". When facing hundreds of enemies, everyone will be a little nervous. After the war begins, his nerves are tense all the time and cannot relax at all.

After the alcohol is fully effective and the mind becomes blurred, the feeling of irritability arises in my heart again.

Zhang Shun tried to relax his body and didn't think about anything. As soon as he drew his face, various expressions began to appear on his face. At the same time, the movements of his limbs became flexible again, and the power of the fist increased a lot.

The expression gradually decreases and eventually disappears completely. No expression is also an expression - indifference.

Perhaps because of the reason why I drank too much this time, the red marks on Zhang Shun's face were much more obvious than in the bar, and even began to emit a dark red light.

The first person who discovered this situation screamed and tried his best to retreat. Fortunately, after retreating, his fists rubbed against his nose and swung it over. The wind even scraped a small hole in the tip of his nose. Then he saw the person with a red face suddenly jumped up.

Zhang Shun jumped very high, at least five meters. After drawing a beautiful parabola in the air, he smashed into the crowd. Then a circle of plasma rose into the sky like a fountain.

Zhang Shun was rotating, his arms spread out in a small arc and swayed up and down, very much like the kind of octopus in the amusement park. The power of this move was no less than that of the propeller of the helicopter. The weapon he touched was either bent or broken, and scattered ruthlessly. As for the human body, he naturally could not escape the fate of flesh and blood flying.

Zhang Shun was not just standing there and spinning, but his feet were still moving. The people closest to him were covered with the flesh and blood of their companions, squeezing back with force, but the crowd was too dense, and the speed of retreat was much slower than Zhang Shun. The last thing these people saw was Zhang Shun's blurry figure in their eyes, and the last thing they heard was the sound of their bones breaking in their ears...

After the number of people around him decreased, Zhang Shun would jump to another place and continue to rotate and move. Anyway, he would jump wherever there were more people.

There were gaps in the street, and Zhang Shun—at least his body was fully reaping the lives of the Qinghong Gang members. It was extremely efficient, and the number of people on the street was rapidly decreasing, and half of the street was dyed red.

The rest of the people began to run away, but the bars here were crowded with each other, and there was no narrow alley to drill. Zhang Shun turned around for a while but couldn't hit anyone. He stopped and immediately started throwing his fist gloves.

This time the power of throwing the gloves and the speed of recycling the gloves are much faster than before. It only takes about one second to retract the gloves, which means that he can kill one person every second.

From hundreds to dozens, less than twenty minutes later, thick minced meat was accumulated on the street, and no complete body was found.

After chasing from the street to the end of the street, Zhang Shun finally stopped after the fist gloves passed through the last person's chest.

Qingyang Road is a slope. He was standing on the top of the slope at this time, and there was a row of high-end cars in front of him. All the headlights were shining on Zhang Shun, and countless submachine guns aimed at his head.

"Ba...b...b...b...b..." A man slowly clapped his palms and walked to less than ten meters in front of Zhang Shun. The headlights were dazzling, and Zhang Shun could only see his outline. Behind this man was a tall man, who was Xu Hongping, the current leader of the Qinghong Gang, Xu Hao's father.

Xu Hongping was half a head taller than the person who clapped his hands, but he was always standing behind this side and did not dare to stand shoulder to shoulder with this person.
Chapter completed!