Ah Qiu, who was like the Sun Wukong, was wielding a big iron rod. If he was touched, he would have to go to the hospital for at least half a month, which was definitely not cost-effective.

Now that they are here, they must be planning to take action. After all, there is no free lunch. But taking action is not the same as going all out. These veterans who have been on the road for many years know this better than anyone else.

Seeing this group of soft-footed shrimps whose words were so tough that their hands trembled, the seven or eight brothers under Wang Mao were really angry. They could work without any effort, but they had to carry the explosives, explosives, and bags themselves!

Not to mention that Wang Mao is his eldest brother, and he must obey what he says. Just the kid Tiehua plays with everyone and entertains everyone, so it is impossible for them to shrink back due to emotion and reason.

"Got it! Can a living person be choked to death by urinating?"

The man who had previously identified Wang Mao, Ma Zai, wearing a fiery red down jacket, rushed forward again, taking the lead. The other brothers followed closely behind without hesitation.

The fiery red down jacket raised his hand and chopped at Aqiu's head, fighting against an iron rod to force the attack. Aqiu tilted his head, and the sword grazed his shoulder, drawing out a long line of blood.

Wire.

Before A Qiu could react, several people behind him raised their knives again and targeted A Qiu.

Ah Qiu held up thick iron bars with both hands and tried to resist, but was chopped down by everyone one after another.

As soon as Aqiu, who was holding a thick iron bar in front of him, fell down, the other three people outside the supermarket collapsed instantly. No matter how good their physiques were, they couldn't beat four hands with two fists, let alone catch the knife with bare hands.

The hard-to-gnaw bone for the boxer had already been chopped down, and the situation came to an instant.

Fighting with more against less, pursuing and fighting is a must-have skill for the puppy baskets running on the road. These so-called big brothers have practiced this skill to perfection.

More than a dozen people swung their knives at the three of them at the same time, and Xi Liu, no matter how good a warrior he was, was hit several times with knives. He raised his legs and bent his knees, moved his steps horizontally, and quickly kicked down a Ma Chai who was standing in front of him.

Xi Liu didn't even have time to pick up the guy on the ground.

"Pfft!"

The man in the fiery red down jacket from the back slashed his back with a knife and the blood flowed. He slashed and slashed on the spot.

Xi Liu stumbled on his feet, lost his center of gravity and fell forward.

The fiery red down jacket took a step forward and was about to pick up his hair and drag it back, because as a member of the Li family, he knew very well what the purpose of his work today was. It was inevitable to get into trouble with the cigarette dealer, but there was no need to let the situation get worse.

It continues to get worse.

Xiliu, who suffered such a critical blow, endured the severe pain and used his waist to pull away the hands of the fiery red down jacket with a swing of his hand.

He gritted his teeth and cursed: "Fuck you, no one can escape today!"

"If you still talk too hard, chop him into pieces!"

The little brother Zhuquan gave the order, and Ma Zai rushed forward and chopped Xi Liu violently.

"Brother, there's a fight at our door!"

A young brother from the cigarette gang gasped and said to Cao Jin, who was sitting in a cubicle on the second floor in an office that doubled as a monitoring room.

Cao Jin was holding a mobile phone, enjoying himself playing the puzzle-type casual game that was very popular before the apocalypse.

Hearing this, he raised his head and glanced at the surveillance screen at the door. He happened to see Xi Liu being hacked by everyone. He stood up immediately and roared at the top of his lungs at the radio: "Everyone is at the door! Anyone who stabs can do it."

, knock them all down on the spot!”

After finishing speaking, Cao Jin bent down and reached under a camp bed in the compartment. He looked at the object in his hand and muttered to himself: "Old man, we have to fight side by side again."

The "old man" is in excellent condition, and looks black and shiny under the weak light.

Cao Jin carried the "old man" and quickly rushed downstairs.

Following Cao Jin's roar, more than a dozen members of the cigarette gang who were busy in the small supermarket rushed to the door immediately.

The most conspicuous among them is Xiangzi who is at the forefront of the crowd.

Xiangzi casually took a watermelon knife placed on the shelf and rushed out the door like a big wolf dog in two or three steps, waving the knife one at a time at the crowd with clear targets.

As one of the two leaders in the cigarette trafficking gang, he knew very well that he should have worked harder and taken greater risks than others in order to be worthy of getting the money in his hand.

"Pfft pfft!"

Xiangzi raised his arm, and the watermelon knife fell instantly. Every time he shot, he accurately hit an opponent. Even before the others could catch up, he had already cut a gap of one person's width around Xiliu.

The fiery red down jacket couldn't dodge, and his arm was slashed with a knife. The blood flowed in a line, but he still gritted his teeth and shouted: "Even if I don't leave today, I have to take people away!" Then he opened the mountain with a curled blade.

He hit Xiangzi on the head.

Although Xiangzi succeeded one after another in the crowd, he was just more proficient in street fighting and more courageous than others. He was not the invincible urban god of war.

Xiangzi was staggered by the sudden hit from the fiery red down jacket, and almost fell to the ground. The fiery red down jacket succeeded in one blow, and he leaned forward and raised his arms, planning to strike again.

At this moment, a person stood at the door with a strong figure, taking long strides like a track and field athlete. When he approached in front of the fiery red down jacket, he jumped up high and kicked in the air. The center of gravity of the fiery red down jacket was unstable.

Lean back.

This man held a huge red fire ax in his hand and swung it directly at the little head in the fiery red down jacket.

"Fuck you? If you dare to jump around here, I will die!"

If this ax is wielded firmly, not to mention the many fiery red down jackets, there will be a lot of banging at home tomorrow morning, and relatives and friends will gather together happily.

The fiery red down jacket was frightened by the sudden axe. He fell backward and sat on the ground.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, the fire ax did not hit the flaming red down jacket, but it smashed the billboard behind him into pieces. The flaming red down jacket spat, his Adam's apple rolled, and his heart palpitated.

Three seconds later.

The rest of the cigarette gang had already rushed to the front line of the battle with whatever they had.

Although there were obviously many people on both sides, it stands to reason that Wang Mao's side still had a considerable advantage, but it gave the impression that the cigarette gang was surrounding Wang Mao's side and beating him up.

In his hand, the big iron rod, kitchen knife, and watermelon knife were smashed down like raindrops.

No matter how smart the group of loyal boxers were, they could not escape such a severe beating. In less than ten seconds, seven or eight of them were knocked down.

Wang Mao, who had been sitting on the crown without getting out of the car, was full of blood. The reason why he didn't get off the car before was that he thought that he had broken away from the identity of a mud-legged man who had been using swords and guns for many years. It was just that it wouldn't cost much to catch a swordsman.

effort.

So he always sat in the car and watched the changes in the battle situation. If it was said that the helper was afraid of fighting at first, he frowned. Then when Xiangzi rushed out of the supermarket alone and killed everyone, his brows were twisted into twists.

shape.

When the enemy's large forces arrived and overturned the situation with more fighting and less fighting, his face turned completely dark.

"They're all rubbish!"

After swearing angrily, Wang Mao walked out of the car carrying the single-tube spray gun placed on the passenger seat.

Yes, the great butler of the Li family, who had been enjoying a good life for many years and regarded himself as the city's elite, seemed to have returned to the past few years at this moment, when he and other mud-legged men fought bloody battles with knives in the passionate years.

The biggest difference between the so-called Jianghu eldest brother and Ponyboy who gets a box lunch to do errands is that Ponyboy does not have the right to choose when things happen, and he has to put a knife on his neck. But Jianghu eldest brother is different, they will immediately

Weigh the pros and cons and see if it's worth it.

If you make up your mind, you won't be as hesitant as Ponyboy. He has the aura to show off with a gun, but doesn't have the guts to get into trouble directly.
Chapter completed!