The open basement is like a giant snake that can swallow people completely at any time, giving people an eerie feeling. The boy walking in front was trembling, fearing that the guy behind him carrying a cello would shoot him in the head.
In fact, his face was basically bruised and swollen, and half of his front teeth were missing. In addition, his head was pressed against a golden desert eagle, which is only used for hunting, and he had to be like Sun Tzu.
Maybe he has great fame outside, but here he is just a gatekeeper.
"Thor God, here we are, are you always..." The well-dressed younger brother looked pleading.
He was going crazy because he was really unlucky and met the God of Thunder. If it was just a normal encounter, the key point is that the God of Thunder at this time was like the rumbling thunder and lightning in the sky, full of violence and could happen at any time.
Destroy everything.
"Do you know why I pointed a gun at your head?" Lei Feng asked, shaking the gun in his hand.
"Hehehe... I don't dare to guess what the God of Thunder is thinking..." The younger brother kept smiling, not daring to be careless at all.
"I just think it's cooler." Lei Feng slowly stroked the gun in his hand and said, "Actually, this is a solid pistol. It was a birthday gift from my father when I was three years old. Decades have passed in the blink of an eye.
, everything changes in a blink of an eye.”
"Yes, yes, yes..." The younger brother nodded repeatedly.
"Pa", Lei Feng lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. He stared at the door in front of him and squinted his eyes, not knowing what to think about.
"Thor God, if nothing happens..." The younger brother made a pleading voice.
"Something's wrong." Lei Feng exhaled a puff of smoke and asked, "What is your identity outside?"
Hearing these words, the younger brother was so frightened that his face changed. He knelt down in front of Lei Feng with a bang, kowtowed and begged: "Thunder God, I haven't done anything, at least I haven't done anything against you.
It’s okay. Thunder God, please, I’m older and younger..."
"Did I say anything?" Lei Feng stared at his little brother, his eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and continued with a faint smile on his lips: "Look at how far Hong Hua has come, the kneecaps can't even be straightened.
Do you know who I am? Do you really know who I am?"
"I know! I know!" The younger brother nodded fiercely and said: "You are the God of Thunder, one of the red flowers and eight sunflowers..."
"Squeak..."
The door opened from the inside, and two young men in suits and leather shoes walked out. After seeing Lei Feng, they bent down and nodded.
These are two young people whom I have never seen before, at least Lei Feng has never seen them before.
"Mr. Thunder God, please come in, Nightshade is waiting for you inside." A young man said to Lei Feng in blunt Mandarin.
Lei Feng spit out smoke at the young man unscrupulously, arrogantly and domineeringly.
"Bagya Road!" the young man yelled angrily.
"Hehehe." Lei Feng smiled expressionlessly and walked in carrying the cello case.
In the spacious hall, almost every few steps stood a young man in a suit and leather shoes. They had the same expression, with arrogance on their faces.
Lei Feng didn't know when there was an extra grenade in his hand, and the safety had been pulled out, and it was in a delayed state.
"call!"
The grenade was thrown straight back and rolled down to the young man's feet.
"boom!"
The grenade exploded, and before the young man could react, his body was overturned and he was lying on the ground covered in blood, convulsing violently.
Everyone became nervous, reaching for their lower backs and staring at Lei Feng.
"Haha, although I don't understand what that guy is saying, I feel that he is scolding me." Lei Feng looked around and said with a smile: "I really can't figure it out. When did the red flowers become a group?
As one of the Japanese base areas, I am actually reduced to being scolded by a younger brother, hahaha... It seems interesting, isn't it?"
The chair that symbolizes the red flower and octopus is half empty. There are four people, three of whom are familiar to Lei Feng, and one is the young man he saw when he arrived last time: Yamamoto.
"Hahaha, Mr. Thor." Yamamoto smiled, stood up from Solanum's seat and said, "Welcome home."
"Yes, yes, welcome home, hehehe." The chubby Shang Kui stood up from his chair with a smile on his face and said: "We are just looking forward to your coming back, just come back, just come back, hehehe
."
Lei Feng slowly took the cello off his shoulder, stood on the ground, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
"Snapped!"
Shang Kui lit the fire for Leifeng with a smile, and all the fat on his face bloomed.
"Give me a reason." Lei Feng exhaled a puff of smoke and said.
He really needs a reason. As one of Honghua's Eight Sunflowers, he has the right to know what Honghua will become. If necessary, he can give up everything about Honghua.
"The reason is very simple." Yamamoto showed a faint smile, walked to the chair belonging to Nightshade and gently touched the handle: "I am Solanum now."
This is the simplest and most sufficient reason. If nightshade, the top of the red eight-flowered eight-flowered sunflowers, becomes Japanese, then the entire red-flowered eight-flowered sunflower has deteriorated.
Staring at Yamamoto's face that even women would envy, Lei Feng had nothing to say. He understood that everything was a foregone conclusion, and perhaps it was best for him to leave. But he was unwilling to do so because he was a red man.
Hua paid so much, so much that many people can’t even imagine.
"I quit." Lei Feng spat out a sentence.
He did not choose to use violence, because using violence now makes no sense at all. But he wanted to figure out a problem, a problem about what happened to his family and the great changes in the entire Huaihai City.
"What's going on with Hei Kui?" Lei Feng asked.
"I don't need to tell you this question," Yamamoto shrugged and said, "If you want to know, then don't choose to quit. I also know that you want to ask who is dealing with your family, and who is attacking you?"
sent students to the police station, right?"
Lei Feng stared at Yamamoto, his eyes slightly narrowed, the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a simple and honest smile.
Seeing this smile, Shang Kui shivered hard and subconsciously took a step back. He knew Hong Kui very well. When Hong Kui showed such a smile, it was usually a precursor to going on a rampage and killing people.
Yes, Lei Feng did want to kill someone. His right hand had slowly opened the cello case, revealing a gap. The gap was dark, and there was a cold breath of death.
The surrounding temperature dropped instantly, and the entire hall seemed to turn into a cold world of ice and snow. And this coldness came entirely from Lei Feng, giving people a creepy feeling.
Under this pressure, more than a dozen young people in suits and ties pulled out their daggers in unison and stared at Lei Feng standing in front of Yamamoto.
But in an instant, this coldness disappeared without a trace. Lei Feng closed the cello box hard and said to Yamamoto: "Let my students go, I quit."
"No." Yamamoto stared at Lei Feng.
"Very good," Lei Feng lowered his head, finished smoking the cigarette in several puffs, and then slowly raised his head.
When he raised his head, his pupils were filled with bloodshot threads like spider webs. They were densely packed, showing his extremely cruel bloodthirst.
No one was stimulated by Lei Feng's pupils, and their breathing became extremely rapid involuntarily. They swallowed heavily and tried their best to suppress the urge to rush forward and kill this opponent.
But Yamamoto still had a smile on his face and was not moved at all.
"Snapped!"
The cello case was reopened and Lei Feng's hand reached inside.
"kill!"
"kill!!!"
"..."
The sound of killing that was suppressed to the limit was heard, and a dozen people in suits and leather shoes rushed towards Lei Feng at the same time. The daggers in their hands were already dripping with sweat, and when they started to release them, there was a strong sense of relief in their whole bodies.
And with the ease of releasing this pressure, they burst out with strength that was unreachable before. This was a breakthrough, a breakthrough under the suppression of the strong.
A bottle of pure water appeared in Lei Feng's hand. He unscrewed the bottle cap with his teeth, raised his head and took a big gulp into his mouth, and then sprayed it forward fiercely.
"puff!"
A mouthful of water sprayed all over Yamamoto's face.
Yamamoto, who had always been smiling, changed color on his face, and his eyes were filled with anger. He didn't expect Lei Feng to spray water on him!
"Do men need to put on makeup?" Lei Feng threw down the purified water with a mocking look on his face and looked at Yamamoto with disdain, his face covered with water.
Yamamoto's face was stained, because his face was full of water, and the water soaked the makeup on his face, making him look black, white, and extremely embarrassed.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Lei Feng laughed, turned around suddenly, picked up the cello case and smashed it into the face of a Japanese man who was rushing towards him.
"Bang!"
There was a dull sound, and the Japanese who was hit by the cello box seemed to have been hit hard on the head by a hammer. He was stunned and splashed, and at the same time, he flew backwards and rushed out.
"Roar!!!"
Lei Feng let out a violent roar, rushed into the crowd with the cello case, and used the simplest but most violent method to pick up the cello case and hit the Japanese people.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
The dull sound was heard continuously, and the Japanese holding short daggers seemed to be made of paper. As long as they were hit by the cello case, they would end up in a fight and a splash.
Lei Feng's cello case is not an ordinary case at all, but made of poured steel. No one knows why he made such a cello case, but at this time, this case is easier to use than any knife.
Once you swing it, it's a hammer, unstoppable.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
"Ah! Ah!!!..."
"..."
Miserable howls continued, and in a short period of time, more than a dozen Japanese were all lying on the ground in a pool of their own blood.
Lei Feng slowly walked towards a wailing Japanese man, picked up the box and smashed it down hard.
"Bo!"
There was a sound like a balloon exploding, and the Japanese's head was smashed to pieces, with blood and brains splattering unexpectedly.
The screams disappeared, corpses were everywhere on the ground, and the strong smell of blood that filled the air made people unable to help but vomit.
Lei Feng slowly wiped the blood-stained cello case with great concentration. After he finished wiping it, he squatted on the ground and opened the case, revealing everything in the case.
Weapons, full of weapons!
"Give me a reason." Lei Feng took out a rocket launcher, put it on his shoulder, and pointed it at Yamamoto, who looked embarrassed.
This is an RPG-7 rocket launcher. At such a distance, no one can avoid it.
Yamamoto pursed his lips tightly and stared at Lei Feng, with an extremely stubborn expression on his face.
Shang Kui, Wen Kui and Hu Kui who had not made a sound had quietly slipped away from their seats to avoid the crazy Lei Feng. They knew very well what Lei Feng's rage meant. It would be boundless killing. Perhaps
Even they won't let it go.
Lei Feng did not stop them and allowed them to leave. His eyes were entirely on Yamamoto.
"You want to kill me?" Yamamoto called out to Leifeng.
"No need for a reason." Lei Feng made a cold voice and suddenly pulled the trigger with his right index finger.
But at the last moment when his index finger pressed down, he clearly heard the two words Yamamoto shouted loudly, two words that once convinced him that they must become responsibilities, forcing him to turn the rocket launcher and blast it into the corner of the house.
