The Art of War says that only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle!
Before Ximen Lang took action, he had already ordered the secret team to conduct a meticulous investigation on Yan Sanye and the Qing Gang. How could he not know that the other party had an expensive Mercedes-Benz bulletproof vehicle? Therefore, he ordered the Kuangyun Guards to carry a special
The weapon is the rocket launcher.
As for the installed armor-piercing projectiles, they are called hollow-charge armor-piercing projectiles. They are artillery shells that penetrate the armor with the metal jet formed after the explosion of a shaped charge. They are also called shaped-charge armor-breaking projectiles. They are the main anti-tank projectiles.
One of them. It can punch a big hole in a heavy tank, let alone the bulletproof car in front of it.
Ximen Lang looked at Mr. Yan in the car with cold eyes and said: "Old guy, if you don't come out now, I will send you to the West right away."
Mr. Yan was calm and composed at first, thinking that as long as I stayed in the bulletproof car, they would be unable to do anything to me. After a while, my men would rush out and I would have to kill them all. However, what he never expected was that
, the opponent deliberately dealt with him, and even prepared a rocket launcher. He recognized at a glance that the rocket launcher was equipped with an armor-piercing projectile, the nemesis of bulletproof cars.
For a moment, Mr. Yan became panicked. If the opponent launched it, he would definitely die.
The Green Gang member driving in front was so frightened that he almost wet his pants and said in a trembling voice: "Third Master, they have launched a rocket launcher, what should we do?"
Mr. Yan said angrily: "Shut up, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will kill you first..."
The driver hurriedly said: "Third Master, please spare your life...please spare your life..."
Now that his life was hanging by a thread, Mr. Yan had no time to pay attention to this guy. He didn't dare to fight against the rocket launcher. He pressed the button and the electric window slowly dropped, revealing his fierce ghost-like face. He tried his best to hide the panic in his heart.
, a cold light shot out of Ximen Lang's handsome face, and he shouted sternly: "Who are you, and why are you against me?"
The handsome young man outside the car could only be heard replying coldly: "That's fine, I'll let you know clearly that I am Heshuo Ximenlang, and I came here specifically to kill you."
Mr. Yan was shocked. He had recently heard that Zhejiang had rescued a murderous underworld genius and founded the Julang Gang. He destroyed other gangs in a short period of time and became the dominant one. It turned out to be this guy. He
He hurriedly said: "Who sent you here to assassinate me? We can discuss it. As long as you stop, I will pay double the price. How about ten million?"
Ximen Lang sneered, "Ten million, your life is too worthless."
Mr. Yan hurriedly increased the price, "Fifty million, it's okay this time, right?"
Ximen Lang's eyes shone with cold light, "You'd better go die."
An angry look appeared on Yan Sanye's face, and he cursed: "Then let's die together!" As he spoke, the pure copper hookah engraved with the nine dragon pattern in his hand turned around, pressed the mechanism with his fingers, and a very small
The steel needle suddenly shot out, targeting the opponent's throat.
As Ximen Lang, who has experienced several assassinations, can be described as a survivor who crawled out of the coffin. He also knows that people are old and horses are slippery, and he does not dare to be careless at all. The old guy in the car has been on the river for some time.
, like a person on the dark road
Respecting the gods is definitely not free. Therefore, he has been paying close attention to the other party. Although Yan Sanye's small movements are secretive and almost done unconsciously, they cannot escape his eyes. After all, he has deep internal strength.
And he has a supernatural body.
Seeing the cold light flashing, a touch of gold flashed across Ximen Lang's pupils. The steel needle was as fast as lightning, but it appeared in his eyes like a slow motion. He could clearly see the appearance of the thin needle, and saw that its length was less than an inch.
Slightly bluish, obviously highly toxic.
Ximen Lang lowered his head slightly, opened his mouth, and bit the poisonous needle in his mouth at the critical moment, thus avoiding a disaster.
Yan Sanye's hookah is not only a recreational toy, but also a secret weapon. The steel needle it fires is called "Scorpion Needle", which is based on 19 kinds of dramas such as scorpion venom, crane crown red, and mandala flowers.
The poison was refined and simmered on it, and the blood sealed his throat. He fully thought that the poisonous needle would kill Ximen Lang.
, I never thought about it, but it didn’t work. He frowned, pushed open the car door and got out, pressed the hookah mechanism with his right hand again, and a six centimeter-long sharp blade popped out from the bottom of the hookah, like a switchblade.
While waving his arms, he stabbed the enemy's heart extremely quickly.
Despite his advanced age, Mr. Yan's agility and attacking speed were impressive. In an instant, his old age was completely gone, and he was attacking like a goshawk.
However, what he faced was not an ordinary person, but a rare kung fu master among the young generation. Therefore, although his movements were fast, the opponent was even better.
Suddenly, Ximen Lang suddenly started to move as fiercely as a tiger descending from the mountain. He quickly stretched out his arms in front of him and used the move in his hand, "South Harm Drops Jiao," grabbing Yan Sanye's right arm and twisting it.
There was a constant sound of bones breaking, and the hookah with a sharp blade fell to the ground.
"ah……"
Even though Sanye Yan has always been strong, he couldn't help but scream at this moment. His entire arm was broken from the shoulder down, and it hung down like a soft-skinned snake that had been cramped.
The severe pain swallowed up Sanye Yan's nerves like a savage beast, causing the muscles on his face to twitch violently, and he oozed out dense cold sweat. He gritted his teeth and roared: "Damn, I have to kill you..." He
Holding back the severe pain, he rushed over crazily.
Ximen Lang cursed secretly in his heart, "Go to hell!" He opened his mouth, and driven by the powerful Hunyuan power, the poisonous needle shot out like lightning. It was stronger and faster than the machine spring of the hookah.
Even more domineering.
A little cold star passes by!
Mr. Yan was taken aback and tried to avoid it in a panic, but it was too late.
Silently, the poisonous needle stabbed his throat accurately and completely penetrated it. The look on Yan Sanye's face became stunned, and a very fine trace of blood appeared on his neck, as black as ink. His left hand pointed tremblingly.
The enemy said in a hoarse voice: "You... you will die badly... the Qinggang people will not let you go..."
Ximenlang sneered and said: "If you dare to work in our profession, don't expect a happy death. Everyone will die badly. But for now, you die before me, and that's enough. Go in peace, your property is still there."
I will be in charge of all the territory, don't miss it anymore, wealth only belongs to the strong, and I am stronger than you."
"You...you are cruel enough..." Mr. Yan could no longer hold on, his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground. Unfortunately, he never thought that he would die under his own poisonous needle...