Chapter 280 Tonight, your entire village will fight for my brother
Chapter 280 Tonight, your entire village must apologize for my brothers!
The small mountain village is already dark at night, and the atmosphere of the power outage adds a sense of silence and depth to the place.
Zhao Lang didn't dare to waste time, so he took a flashlight and hit the road.
Just halfway through, he vaguely saw a figure on the side of the road.
Out of caution, he turned off the flashlight and quietly approached the man.
Looking at the back, he looks like an old man.
Normally, it would not be strange for an old man to appear here, but now the whole village has lost power. People of this age are usually afraid of falling and stay at home quietly.
Why are you wandering around here?
Thinking of this, Zhao Lang followed him again.
When he got closer, he realized that this old man was the one he and Jiang Li met a few days ago.
Thinking of what Jiang Li said, Zhao Lang became more vigilant and his eyes darkened.
"Old man." He stood behind the man and turned on the flashlight, "Don't wander around here so late. It's very dangerous when there's a power outage. Go home quickly."
The old man's steps paused and stopped in place.
Looking at his steady feet, Zhao Lang completely realized that something was wrong, secretly clenched his fists and leaned over.
"Old man? What's wrong?"
In an instant, the old man turned around, and something shiny shot out of his dark arms.
The sharp weapon was very fast, but Zhao Lang moved even faster and dodged it sideways.
Maybe he didn't expect that Zhao Lang didn't get hit. The old man was surprised and quickly wanted to escape.
Zhao Lang quickly hit his head with the flashlight, and the other person snorted. It was not a hoarse old man's voice, but a strong man's voice.
As if he expected that his identity would be revealed, the man simply didn't run away. A cold light burst out from his eagle eyes, and he directly attacked Zhao Lang with fists and kicks.
——But he dodged them one by one.
The man's eyes showed even more surprise, "Aren't you a villager here? How could you have such skill? Oh, it turns out you are not simple either."
Zhao Lang narrowed his eyes, "It's you, Chen Xing."
Fortunately, Chen Xing didn't bother to pretend anymore, he just tore off the disguise mask on his face, and straightened his deliberately hunched back.
"So what if it's me?"
Zhao Lang sneered.
No wonder they and the police couldn't find him after searching for so many days. It turned out that he had been lurking among them for a long time.
That’s right too.
How could a villain like him be found by that guy if he had no ability and ability to protect himself?
What he just doesn't understand is that he has been pretending for so long, how could he show such a trick tonight?
However, Chen Xing suddenly showed a weird smile and glanced somewhere unconsciously.
Zhao Lang instantly caught this subconscious action and followed his gaze.
There was darkness between heaven and earth, and a faint red light flashed in the direction he was looking at.
But that direction is where Jiang Li lives.
Zhao Lang's heart sank, and he subconsciously wanted to turn around and run over, but Chen Xing took out the modified silenced gun from his arms.
"Want to save her? No way, tonight, your entire village will have to apologize for my brothers!"
The gunfire rang out, but Zhao Lang dodged again, and the bullet grazed his cuff.
Chen Xing's eyes widened in disbelief, "Why, how could this happen?"
How could someone dodge such a fast gun at such a close range?!
Who is this Zhao Lang?!
Zhao Lang jumped up behind him, knocked the gun from his arms, and locked his throat with his arms.
His narrow eyes were filled with frost at the moment, revealing a terrifying dark light like hell.
"I have experienced the feeling of death six times. I am more sensitive to death than anyone else. Do you really think you can kill me with this broken gun?"
Chen Xing struggled desperately, but the man held his throat tightly like the god of death and refused to let go.
Gradually, he lost consciousness.
At the critical moment, Zhao Lang saw the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, and seemed to have thought of something. The ferocity in his eyes gradually faded away, and the arm that was holding Chen Xing slowly loosened his grip.
Chen Xing suddenly collapsed on the ground.
Zhao Lang clenched his fists so hard that his fingertips were almost embedded in his flesh, and then he calmed down a little.
The red light in the sky is brighter again.
"Damn!"
He knew he couldn't delay any longer, so he quickly moved his wrist, put away the gun in Chen Xing's arms, and ran towards the thatched house on the other side of the mountain while making a call to the police.
But there is no signal on the mobile phone.
Helpless, he could only grit his teeth and speed up.
By the time he arrived, the entire thatched house had been completely engulfed in fire.
"Jiang Li! Jiang Yan! Are you in there?"
Zhao Lang shouted anxiously outside.
However, I didn't get the slightest response.
The house was still burning cracklingly. Since it was on the back side of the mountain, almost everyone in the village gathered around the outermost cable. No one knew that this house was burning like a purgatory.
Zhao Lang covered his mouth and nose, wet his clothes, put them on his body, and rushed inside.
Only then did I discover that all the vents had been nailed shut, including doors and windows.
You can imagine how critical the situation inside is.
Without thinking too much, Zhao Lang punched the door frame. The door frame shook, but it was still nailed to the spot.
Zhao Lang gritted his teeth and punched it until the back of his hand was scratched with pieces of wood and the flesh flew everywhere, and finally a hole was opened in the door frame.
More flames rushed out.
After struggling to put out the fire at the door, he reluctantly stepped into the house.
There was so much smoke inside that I couldn't see anything at all. I only stayed there for a few seconds before I was choked with tears.
"Jiang Li, Jiang, Jiang Li, cough cough"
Zhao Lang called Jiang Li's name while searching as much as possible.
Fortunately, this thatched house was not big, and he soon found Jiang Li who had passed out beside the water tank.
Zhao Lang anxiously put his fingers under her nose. Fortunately, although her breathing was very weak, she could still breathe.
Without thinking much, he quickly put the person on his back and carried him out.
After a brief inspection of her wounds, he found that she was fine except for a few burns on her arms. Zhao Lang breathed a sigh of relief and tried to wake her up.
"Jiang Li, wake up, can you hear me? Wake up."
Jiang Li moved quickly, slowly opened his eyes and coughed violently.
Her vision gradually became clearer, and she saw Zhao Lang, whose face was covered with dust and even a piece of his hair was burned off.
The other party showed a happy smile and then excitedly took her into his arms.
"Great, you're okay!"
Jiang Li coughed violently, raised his hand with difficulty and patted Zhao Lang's back, and then made an extremely hoarse voice.
"Zhao, Zhao Lang."
"Huh? What's the matter?"
"Jiang, Jiang Yan." Jiang Li coughed again, then weakly raised his hand and pointed to the house, "Jiang Yan is still inside."
Jiang Yan: Go ahead and make love, don’t worry about my life or death
