"This slap is for the residents of the power plant community!" Li Si sneered and said: "You didn't come when the residents of the power plant community called the police, and you didn't come when the violent demolition happened, but it happened when we fought against the violent demolition, and you didn't come.
You came when they were beaten to the ground! What are you saying if you are not working together and are not a den of snakes and rats?!"
Zeng Zhihua was stunned by Li Si's beating. He covered his face with his hands and did not dare to move. In Zeng Zhihua's eyes, Li Si was a naked devil, a naked beast! He was terrifying, he was terrifying, he was simply a fearless person
machine.
Snap...
It was another hard slap, and everyone at the scene was numb. The slap would at most make a ripple in everyone's mind, leaving an indelible impression in their minds.
"I slapped you for myself!" Li Si smiled faintly and said, "You don't look good! So you deserve a slap!"
Beep beep beep...
Two large military trucks rushed over crazily and stopped quickly. More than a hundred armed police soldiers jumped out of the truck. Each of them had strong hands, just like the forest apes. But from the eyes of each person
You can see the solemn expressions among them. The most important thing is that each of them holds a mini submachine gun in their hands.
"Fourth brother! That's not good!" Li Shaofeng was startled and immediately understood what was going on. He said angrily: "Zeng Zhihua, that bitch, called the army!"
"What are you afraid of!" Li Si smiled coldly.
The armed police force almost immediately surrounded the scene in less than ten seconds. The police and demolition workers withdrew from the encirclement of the armed police force, and Li Si, Li Shaofeng and others were surrounded.
"Bureau Zeng!" Mo Zihan and Zeng Zhihua, a family of military and police officers, knew each other well. They were not very familiar with each other, but at least they had some impressions.
"Captain Mo, you...you are finally here!" Zeng Zhihua almost knelt down in front of Mo Zihan! It came at such a time that Zeng Zhihua felt that it was a timely help. If it weren't for you, I might have been beaten many times.
A slap in the face.
"What's going on?" Mo Zihan was wearing camouflage uniforms, with a Type 92 military pistol on his waist and a row of bullets. His eyes were very sharp.
