Liu Handong was so angry that he used a few-month-old baby to blackmail others. It would take a crazy and vicious scumbag to do this!
Apple products also have a search function that can perform GPS positioning of lost mobile phones. In fact, Han Meimei often uses this function to monitor Wang Xing, and she is very familiar with it. The results show that the location of the mobile phone is somewhere in the suburbs.
"Why don't you call the police? Wang Xing is very familiar with Director Wan," Liu Handong said. He was so fierce that it would be difficult to subdue him without the police.
Han Meimei shook her head: "It's useless to look for them. After Director Song was transferred, all the friends we were familiar with have stepped aside and we can't count on them."
Having no idea, Liu Handong wrote down the address and called Ma Ling to come over from get off work to help Han Meimei take care of the child, while he went to save people.
"Don't go alone, you can't defeat them." Han Meimei was very worried.
"Don't worry, of course I won't fight them alone. I will at least lead a squadron." Liu Handong said confidently.
Han Meimei handed over the car keys and said, "Let's take my car. There are weapons in the trunk, which may be useful."
Liu Handong went downstairs to drive and drove out of the city first. He stopped on the side of the road and called Huo Lei and asked him if he knew a man named Duan Erpao.
Huo Lei could clearly be heard taking a breath on the phone: "Brother Dong, are you fighting with him? Be careful, this guy came out of nowhere, no one knows the specific origin, and he is the most ruthless and darkest thug in Omi at present.
, the backstage is so tough, most people don’t dare to go against him.”
"How dark?"
"Let's put it this way, he hacked a man to death last month and it didn't happen at all."
"Okay, I understand." Liu Handong didn't want to say more. After all, Huo Lei was a young man who had just left school. He and his gang of buddies could be called upon to fight at the level of gangsters. To really risk one's life, one must have professional training.
Trained SWAT brothers.
He called Lin Liannan again, but no one answered. He called other people in the team, but no one answered. He was probably doing physical training at this point and didn't even have his cell phone with him.
Liu Handong thought of Shan Pao and Kan Wanlin again. These two were good guys who could fight, but they were doing small business to earn a living. They were not on the same level as Duan Erpao. Even if they won the fight, they would provoke such villains.
There are endless troubles.
There is also the taxi driver Ma Wei. Although he saved his girlfriend and drank a few times later, he was just a casual acquaintance.
After much deliberation, there was no one who could help. Liu Handong gritted his teeth and put down his cell phone. He got out of the car and opened the trunk, lifting up the floor mat. There was a pile of equipment where the spare tire was placed, including binoculars, rangefinders, and night vision devices.
Liu Handong couldn't help but smile bitterly at the small plexiglass buckler and rubber police crutches. These were just tools for riot control, with limited lethality. Using them to save people would simply lead to death.
When a lone hero goes deep into a gangster's lair, the minimum standard equipment is a detonator, two pistols with endless bullets, sunglasses and toothpicks. Except for the last two items, which are easy to find, the others are impossible to get.
This guy can't do it. Liu Handong thought about it and drove to the iron factory where Du Chao and his brothers came.
Liu Handong came to the new factory when it opened. He went to Du Chao and put forward his idea. Du Chao said it was easy. There were ready-made materials in the factory and I would weld them for you right away.
Ten minutes later, a weapon that was still hot came out of the furnace. Du Chao found some rubber and wrapped it around the handle to prevent it from slipping. Liu Handong swung it around and it felt good.
We continued on the road and arrived at the location marked by the GPS half an hour later. It turned out to be a dog farm. From a distance, we could hear the barking of fierce dogs. There was a Honda Accord parked outside the gate. The iron gate was tightly closed and the wall was three meters high.
How high is it? There is a power grid on top and glass particles inserted into it.
With this kind of precaution, even when the SWAT team came, Liu Handong drove around for a long time and found no flaws. He was not sure whether this was Duan Erpao's home base. He parked the car far away and observed with binoculars.
, after a while two people came out of the gate, with black T-shirts on their shoulders, tattoos on their heads, and strong builds.
This is it! Liu Handong was so excited that he took off his shirt, put the weapon at hand, drove the car over, kept accelerating, and when he reached the gate of the dog farm, he downshifted and stepped on the accelerator, and crashed into it.
The big iron gate looked extremely strong, but it was just an appearance. There was no steel or concrete reinforcement, and it was just a few expansion screws driven into the wall. The gate collapsed instantly, and a section of the wall collapsed. The place was filled with dust and smoke, and the place was very spacious.
There were kennels made of bricks and iron doors on both sides. All kinds of aggressive dogs barked crazily and hit the railings in the narrow cages.
There were two small round tables and a few mats in the open space. Four or five big men were drinking beer and eating skewers. They were shocked when they saw the car crashing into them. Behind them was the office, a large rural red brick building.
Big house.
Liu Handong did not hesitate and rushed towards these guys. He knew very well that any trace of mercy would cost him his life.
The big men reacted very quickly and avoided the car one after another. The small round table was knocked into the air, beer was sprayed in the sky, and the skewers were scattered in the air.
Liu Handong continued to step on the accelerator, and the car crashed straight into the house. The wall collapsed and the house collapsed, and the front face of Haval was also damaged beyond recognition.
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It had been several hours since Wang Xing was captured. He first suffered a severe beating. Duan Erpao's men were all professional thugs, and they were very cruel. He could feel that several of his ribs were broken, and his eyes were broken.
The swelling left only a seam and several cuts on the head, and blood flowed down and formed scabs.
At this moment, he was tied to a chair, and the wire was deeply cut into the flesh of his wrists. Several fingers were broken, and the pain was excruciating. The huge pain was unbearable. In the scorching heat, he had not drank for several hours.
The water made him dehydrated, his lips were chapped, and his throat was on fire.
As time goes by, Wang Xing becomes more and more anxious. The rescuer has not yet appeared. Is there something wrong in some link? If there is another problem with his wife and children, he will never be able to forgive himself.
Under the weight of regret, frustration, anxiety, and fear, Wang Xing's head became heavier and heavier, lowering little by little.
Suddenly there was a loud noise, followed by another loud noise, and a huge car appeared in front of it. The front of the car was deformed and twisted, the bumper fell off, and the hood was covered with bricks, tiles, and sawdust.
Wang Xing's eyes widened, isn't this his own Harvard!
Duan Erpao's men surrounded them. They were equipped with extremely powerful weapons. They were machetes produced in Yangjiang, Yishui, with serrations and iron rings. They were extremely sharp and had a high power of intimidation.
The car door opened, and Liu Handong jumped out, shirtless, holding a shield in his left hand and a strange weapon in his right hand. The front of a two-foot-long steel pipe was connected to a short steel ring buckle, and a fist-sized ring was welded to the ring.
The steel ball, with its many sharp protrusions, looks frightening.
Wang Xing knew that this thing was called a flail, and it was a weapon from the Middle Ages. It was extremely powerful. Not to mention swords and guns, even heavy armor was useless in front of it.
Liu Handong had never used a flail before, but he could use nunchucks and understood the essence of how to use this potential energy weapon. A big man rushed over with a sharp long knife, and he flailed him over. The steel ball hit from bottom to top.
It hit the man on the chin, and half of his face was mangled.
A long knife came at him. Liu Handong held a shield with his left hand to resist, and threw the flail with his right hand. The steel ball flew past with the sound of wind. The man hurriedly returned the knife to block, but the front of the flail was movable, and the steel ball still hit it.
He immediately fell to the ground. Liu Handong showed no mercy and hit him on the vest. The man vomited blood, struggled for a few times and stopped moving.
The men in black T-shirts were stunned for a few seconds. The blood of their accomplices inspired their fanatical fighting spirit. They rushed over in a swarm with strange screams. When Liu Handong pressed the button, the buckle in the steel pipe was instantly released. The weapon's strike range was greatly increased, and the weapon was swung round.
He swung it over and swept a large circle, causing a large piece to fall down with a crash.
The sound of flail steel balls piercing the air echoed, Liu Handong went on a killing spree, knocking down all five of Duan Erpao's men, completely losing their combat effectiveness.
Wang Xing squinted his eyes and saw this scene completely. At this moment, he felt as if he was on an ancient battlefield. In the cold weapon era, there was no other fierce general who could defeat ten thousand people.
Liu Handong threw the flail soaked in blood, mud and bones back into the car, stepped forward and untied Wang Xing, and helped him stand up.
"Wait, there may be someone in the next room, go and have a look." Wang Xing managed to stand up, holding on to the wall and wiping the blood on his face. When Liu Handong was killing everyone just now, he was splashed with fresh blood.
Liu Handong kicked open the door of the next door. There was a stench inside. There was a man tied to the iron frame bed. The most shocking thing was that the man had both hands missing. His wrists were chopped off and wrapped in dirty clothes.
Gauze, the man opened his eyes slightly and looked at him with numb eyes.
It must be the hostage kidnapped by Duan Erpao. Liu Handong didn't think much, untied the hostage and put him on his shoulders, and threw him into the back seat of the car.
Wang Xing staggered and found his iPhone from the guy whose jaw was broken, not forgetting to take a photo of him. Half of this guy's face was broken. Although he was not dead, he was still severely disabled and could not eat or speak.
affected.
"You avoid it." Wang Xing said.
Liu Handong got in the car and started it without looking at what he was doing.
Wang Xing picked up a knife and picked out the man's hamstring and hand tendon. He was an expert at doing this. Even if he was sent to the hospital, he couldn't reattach it.
"Hurry up, someone is coming." Liu Handong said.
Outside the gate, the bright car lights shone over, there were still a few hundred meters away, at least two cars, probably Duan Erpao came back.
Liu Handong continued to turn the key, but the car would not start. Seeing that the enemy was about to kill him, he was so anxious that he punched the center console, and the engine roared and started.
The dilapidated Haval quickly backed away. During the process of reversing, he felt the wheel hit the human body. He ignored it and fell into the yard. Liu Handong suddenly had a sudden idea and drove the car into the kennels. The entire row of kennels was collapsed, and each kennel was destroyed.
The bulldog emerged from the rubble and rushed towards the car crazily.
Haval drove away. The high-chassis four-wheel-drive vehicle had good passability, and there was no pressure when crossing rural ditches and ridges. When Duan Erpao rushed back with two people in the car, all that was left to him was the mess on the ground and the tail lights that were disappearing.