Inside the Wang family courtyard.

After all the ceremony before carrying the coffin out, all kinds of firecrackers sounded, and Wang Tiannan's little nephew walked in front in mourning clothes and carrying a spiritual head banner.

Xiaoqin cried until she fainted and was supported by someone to see her off. Eight strong young men carried the coffin and slowly walked out of the Wang family compound, standing on the steps and waiting.

"The truck fell backwards and stuck to the steps... the umbrella followed closely, so the coffin could not be leaked under the sun..." Mr. Yin and Yang ran forward and behind and directed the scene, making the corners of his mouth flowing and his voice was hoarse.

The truck slowly fell backwards, and the steps of the gate were stagnant. Eight strong young men worked together to carry the coffin into the car's bucket.

"Come on, young and old men, let the front car go out first..." The person who helped run errands kept clapping and shouting.

Almost all the streets in front of the main entrance of the Wang Family Courtyard were blocked. Those who came to attend the funeral and watched the fun gathered here. It was difficult for people inside to leave, and people outside could not retreat cleanly. In short, the scene was very chaotic.

...

At the center of the Wang family compound, the patriarch heard the sound of firecrackers and raised his head to scan the front door.

The person in charge stepped into the courtyard and said softly: "Let's go, go."

After the patriarch was silent for a long time, he frowned and said, "It's over, please let Zonghan come to me for a trip, and I'll talk to him."

The person in charge was stunned for a moment and sighed, "If you don't look for him, Zong Han will probably have to look for you too."

"Is there any movement?" asked the patriarch.

"Realistically, I shouldn't be talking too much, but... if this matter is not handled well, it is easy to cause problems." The person in charge of the business looked up slowly and replied softly: "Last night, Zong Han called out the other people from several rooms, as well as Xiaoqin's mother's family, and talked in the room for a long time... I guess he couldn't be good."

The patriarch stood with his hands behind his back and said softly: "We have to study some external conflicts and divert the attention of this group of Wanying. Otherwise, the fight in this nest will probably be difficult to suppress."

"That's the reason."

"Just make a little noise when you enter Songjiang..."

...

About 300 meters east of the Wang Family Courtyard, above the tower of a small power plant, a burly young man lay on the horizontal railing of the tower less than 30 centimeters wide, covering his body with a black-shading cloth. His legs slightly rushed out and his feet shook lightly for several seconds.

The young man's left arm was swaying slightly in front of his jaw, and he set up the middle barrel of the tac-55 high-precision sniper rifle. He held the gun handle with his right hand, tilted his head gently to the right, squinted his left eye, and looked at the 16x scope with his right eye.

The clouds in the sky moved away, and a stroke of sunlight shone straight down from above. The young man looked up and leaked his face from under the shade cloth.

He is not someone else, he is the battle of killing people in the area where people block and Buddha block the Buddha!

He has been squatting here since the early morning yesterday, almost moving for six or seven hours, only moving slightly just now.

It was more than minus twenty degrees below the outside. At this temperature, people spit on the iron railing and can freeze into solid ice lumps in less than five minutes. Who knows what kind of endurance he has, as well as his ability and methods to keep warm during combat in the wild.

The sun shone, and Li Zhan slowly moved the muzzle and pointed it at the center of the Wang family compound.

...

Inside the courtyard.

The patriarch held his hands behind his back and said in a low voice: "When the election of chief congressmen is over, take advantage of the senior political leaders of Songjiang, let's talk about the drug deal first. I'll meet that little director sooner or later. So, why not come early and divert the attention of my family members..."

"Yes." The person in charge nodded and replied: "There are some different voices at home in recent years, which are indeed related to the comfort of life. After eating and drinking, it is just a matter of fighting in the nest."

"Make some food, drink some wine, I'll drink some." After the patriarch said, he was about to walk into the main building with his hands on his back.

Outside the courtyard, there was a huge roar of sorrow and joy. The funeral convoy had slowly started and was about to head towards the cemetery. Thousands of people walked together on the road, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

On the iron tower, Li Zhan licked his chapped lips and suddenly pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound exploded in the east.

Li Zhan suddenly stood up and took off his gun, without even looking at the Wang family compound.

"puff!"

A sudden blood appeared in the Wang family compound. The patriarch who was walking was as if his head was punched in the air. He suddenly shook to the left, and blood was squirting wildly.

"Tread!"

The impact of the patriarch's quilt d, after taking two steps to the left, fell to the ground with a gurgle.

"Old man!!!"

After the person in charge reacted, he ran to the clan leader with a pale face. When he lowered his head, he saw half of his head shattered, and the ground was covered with blood and white brain tissue.

"What sound?!"

Two people ran out of the building, one of them pulled his neck and shouted: "I sound like I'm shooting."

The person in charge turned his head and looked at them stutteringly, "Old... Master... Master... was beaten to death."

The two turned around and looked at the place where the patriarch fell to the ground, and their heads buzzed.

"What happened?!" The manager came to his senses and ran out of the door in a panic and shouted: "Gun, gunfire, the old man was shot!"

In fact, there is no need to shout at the person in charge, and someone heard the sound of gunfire at the front door. These people outside the district are hidden, old Lei Zi, who have worked as soldiers, and do all kinds of dirty work. It is impossible for them to not even distinguish between gunfire and firecrackers.

"There are shooting in the east, and there are people in the east."

"What's going on? Have you hit the yard?"

“…!”

As everyone looked around, the shouts of the manager came from the yard: "The old man was shot and was shot in the distance..."

Wang Zonghan was stunned for a moment, turned around and ran to the yard: "How is my dad? How is it?"

Under the tower.

Li Zhan untied the slash cable, carried the sniper rifle, and ran to the direction of the previous point at the fastest speed. He knew that as long as he was one step slower, hundreds of thousands of people around Longcheng could cut him alive.

While running, Li Zhan held the walkie-talkie and said, "Die."

"I heard a gunshot. Are you sure he is dead?" the person on the intercom asked in an urgent tone.

"Was I going to use a second shot when I hit him?" Li Zhan said unquestionably: "Die."

"Then you come back soon!" the other party shouted.

...

Two minutes later.

Qin Yu saw Lao Li in the city and frowned and asked at him, "What the hell is going on?"

"The head of the Wang family is dead." Old Li said with his back hand.

Qin Yu was stunned when he heard this.

"Wang Tiannan died just an appetizer for fire. With an old man pressed him, the two families will never make a fuss. But now it is getting hot and the time is up. My final show is my death." Old Li pointed at Qin Yu and said word by word: "Uncle won't take your two batches of goods in vain and look south. Your future is here..."

...

Two more minutes later.

Wang Zongtang sat in the main hall of his house, frowned and said to Tianhui: "...For the third room, you have to follow the arrangements of the patriarch and go to the district to accept the verdict."

Tianhui lowered his head: "Okay."

"How many years can you save your life depends on your luck." After Wang Zongtang sighed, he collapsed on the chair, as if he had no strength anymore.

"Bang!"

Just as the father and son were silent, the forty-year-old dick actually rushed in and ran in, and said with a pale face: "Zhengtang, the old man is gone!"

Wang Zongtang was stunned: "What did you say?"

"The old man died. Just now, he was shot from outside the yard and fell into the yard."

"Swish!"

Wang Zongtang suddenly stood up: "Is it accurate?"

"It's true that everyone who was attending the funeral there saw it." The second child nodded.

After hearing the sound, Wang Zongtang's eyes burst out with brilliance, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Tianhui: "You don't have to go to the area anymore, it's impossible to go again!"

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Chapter completed!