When Lin Wei opened the warehouse door, he was greeted by two machetes.
Everything in front of him quickly became slower, even slower than it had ever been before.
At this moment, he even felt as if the whole world had slowed down more than twice as fast.
The sharp blade passed in front of him, and the ferocious face of the enemy in front of him seemed to be frozen in mid-air, but he just stepped back and struck with his backhand.
The baseball bat turned into light and shadow, and a person's head was hit hard and went away crookedly. Lin Wei was not sure whether he had killed someone, but the beating speed of his heart made his eyes seem to be blinded.
Layer blood red.
"die!"
His loud shout seemed to have ignited a bomb, and for a moment, the chaotic shouts in the field were like a concerto from hell.
Lin Wei kicked out suddenly, and the other person in front of him bent down like a shrimp. He didn't hold back, jumping and pushing his knees.
When his knee touched the cheek of the person in front of him, he vaguely heard the sound of bones breaking.
But he never stopped.
I even forgot the name of my target for a while.
He was just like a tiger in a pack of wolves, swinging his bat, arms, and legs to chop people like a tomahawk.
The baseball bat broke quickly, and he threw the bat aside and picked up a machete that someone had dropped.
He does not use the machete to chop people, but only uses it to block the opponent's weapons. However, the power of his fists and kicks is not inferior to the weapons in his hands. Every time he attacks, someone will lie down.
There was no sound, no screams. All Lin Wei could hear was his own hot breathing and the rapid beating of his heart, like the rumbling of war drums.
"Brother Zhenyong! Run!"
Lin Wei was suddenly woken up - the words "Brother Zhenyong" made his originally chaotic brain instantly clear. He panted heavily and looked around, and the battle situation had become clear.
The number of enemies was more than twice as many as his, but at this moment, looking around, he saw that they were all familiar to him, still chasing the enemies and killing them while shouting.
But those people from the Nanmen Sect were like timid and incompetent lambs, wailing miserably and running around. It was clear that judging from the number of people, they were still far from being defeated.
Lin Wei's eyes met the person's eyes.
Huang Dayong.
Huang Dayong just made eye contact with him and subconsciously let go of the machete in his hand. His head was mostly wrapped in thick gauze, but even so, Lin Wei could see the fear on his face.
It was like watching some incredible ghost and god.
No, it's not just him.
Lin Wei looked around, and everyone who made eye contact with him, whether friend or foe, subconsciously looked away.
"Where is Zhang Zhenyong!"
Lin Wei stared at Huang Dayong and asked angrily.
And Huang Dayong subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him.
A middle-aged man with a scar on his face.
The middle-aged man's expression changed, and in the end, he just stared at Lin Wei with a fierce expression on his face and stretched his hands behind his waist.
Lin Wei's expression also changed.
Time slowed down again, and his hand quickly touched his waist. He obviously started to move later than Zhang Zhenyong, but he took out the pistol that Ding Qing gave him first, took out the safety, and pulled the bolt.
, three points and one line.
At this moment, Zhang Zhenyong was still pulling the bolt of the gun in a slightly unfamiliar manner - Lin Wei had not been exposed to many firearms in his vigilante career, but pistols were obviously the type he had been exposed to the most.
At this moment, his extremely clear brain under the overload of nerves told Lin Wei everything he should do.
It's like shooting target.
"Bang!"
The muzzle flames and violent sounds echoed in the empty abandoned warehouse.
The sound of fighting in the field suddenly became smaller, and then became silent for a moment with the sound of the second gunshot.
"Bang!"
Lin Wei pressed the trigger again.
The rough and inferior pistol was probably a handicraft obtained from nowhere. Lin Wei's first shot was aimed at Zhang Zhenyong's arm, but the bullet flew to nowhere. With the second shot, he simply fired based on his feeling, but luckily he hit it.
Hit by Zhang Zhenyong’s palm.
The pistol in Zhang Zhenyong's hand fell to the ground. He screamed and tried to bend down to pick it up.
"Anyone who doesn't want to die, get the hell out of here!"
Lin Wei shouted loudly and rushed forward.
Huang Dayong was the first one to escape - and then there were the second and third ones. It was as if someone took the lead and everything became logical.
Zhang Zhenyong, who was originally protected by everyone, was completely exposed in front of Lin Wei.
"Bang!" Lin Wei fired the third shot.
Because this shot was close enough, he accurately hit Zhang Zhenyong's shoulder.
Zhang Zhenyong, who originally bent down to pick up the gun, let out another scream. Due to the impact of the bullet, he fell to one side and lay on the ground, struggling to roll and crawl.
Lin Wei passed by Huang Dayong.
He raised his hands tremblingly, but after Lin Wei glanced at him, he quickly put his hands down and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.
"Anyone from the Nanmen sect who doesn't want to die should squat down for me!"
Lin Wei was inspired.
As a result, a large number of people from the Nanmen sect simply squatted or simply lay on the ground.
Various weapons clinked to the ground.
The people who were still standing at the north gate also recovered from the fighting mood. After a while, they started to make people lie down, gathered their weapons and threw them aside.
Zhang Zhenyong was still struggling and reached for the pistol.
But one foot stepped on the pistol faster.
He raised his head and saw Lin Wei's condescending face.
The two had never met, and even at this moment, he didn't know Lin Wei's name.
"Xi Ba." Zhang Zhenyong cursed in a low voice, gave up struggling, covered his right hand, and gasped.
Lin Wei grabbed his collar and lifted him up: "Zhang Zhenyong?"
Zhang Zhenyong, whose face was still full of ferocity, glared at Lin Wei: "Who the hell are you!"
"I'm from the Beidamen Sect, Lin Wei from the Ding Qing Group! Do you remember? You bastard!" Lin Wei punched him in the face.
The fist scraped his cheek, causing a gash on Zhang Zhenyong's face.
Blood flowed out gurglingly, but Zhang Zhenyong just grunted and squeezed out a voice from between his teeth: "I am the one who got it wrong this time, Xiba, what do you want!?"
He realized that he had really lost completely this time - damn, he didn't even see Ding Qing's face, and he was defeated by his men.
But until this moment, Zhang Zhenyong still failed to realize the seriousness of the situation.
"What a coincidence, I'm curious too. Big head!" Lin Wei grabbed his collar and forcibly pulled the man who looked about 1.8 meters tall up.
The big head behind him ran over panting: "Brother?"
"take away."
Lin Wei glanced around, still holding the pistol in his other hand.
"Who is second in command?"
No one said anything.
Lin Wei turned to look at Huang Dayong: "How many people are above you?"
Huang Dayong remained silent, but his eyes quietly glanced aside.
"Xi Ba!" A loud shout rang in his ears, but Lin Wei just quickly twisted his arm, pointed the pistol at the man, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
After a roar, the man who was about to get up while cursing angrily fell to the ground with his hands on his chest and a look of horror on his face.
Lin Wei looked around with an indifferent expression. At this moment, except for those from the North Gate Sect and Zhang Zhenyong who was being pushed out by the big head, almost all the people from the South Gate Sect were lying on the ground: "Who else is there?"
Huang Dayong just stared blankly at his former eldest brother who was struggling and making no sound, and swallowed his saliva.
Until the gun was pressed against his head: "I'm asking you something."
"No more! No more! They are all dead!" Huang Dayong shouted in a sharp voice like a woman.
"Fuck you Huang Dayong!" A Nanmen sect member next to Huang Dayong yelled angrily.
Lin Wei just moved the muzzle of the gun.
"You have the fucking guts to fight."
"Bang."
Lin Wei's pistol roared again.
Pattering.
The sound of water sounded.
Huang Dayong's legs were trembling, and he could hardly maintain the movement of kneeling on the ground, and his crotch became wet in the blink of an eye.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me! I listen to you, brother, brother Lin!" Huang Dayong almost crawled to Lin Wei's feet.
Lin Wei put away the pistol with an expressionless face, clicked off the safety, picked up the pistol at his feet, and skillfully opened the magazine and checked it.
"Transport the dead man to the car and clean up the warehouse Cui Yonghao!"
Lin Wei shouted again.
Cui Yonghao staggered over - he looked like he had been beaten a lot, and his clothes were much torn.
"Is it still possible?" Lin Wei looked at him.
Cui Yonghao's face flashed with excitement: "Brother, I'm fine, it's all skin injuries!"
"Take a few people, keep an eye on them as they work, and clean up the place. I'll pick you up later." Lin Wei ordered, handing Zhang Zhenyong's pistol to him.
Cui Yonghao's hands were shaking, but he still took the pistol and said loudly: "I promise you won't make any mistakes!"
"The magazine is full. I don't believe the Nanmen sect has so many strong bones."
Lin Wei glanced behind him coldly, and Huang Dayong immediately answered with a trembling voice: "I know, I can take care of it, I know how to do it, brother! Brother!"
The people of the Nanmen Sect who were still on the ground at this time were all extremely frightened.
Lin Wei took out the cigarette case, took one in his mouth, first put one into Cui Yonghao, and then threw another one on Huang Dayong - he was still kneeling on the ground at this moment.
Regardless of the cigarette falling to the ground, Huang Dayong hurriedly picked it up with his trembling hands and stuffed it into his mouth.
Lin Wei lit some for himself and Cui Yonghao first, then squatted down, lit some for Huang Dayong, and then patted his face with his hand: "I like your awareness of current affairs."
A smile appeared on Huang Dayong's face. Even though his smile was a little ugly, he still tried his best to say in a humble tone: "Brother, thank you."
He had a cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't even dare to take a puff, he just held it in his mouth.
Lin Wei stood up and blew out a puff of smoke: "Why the hell are you standing there? Waiting for the dead to stink?"
The people from the Beidamen Sect behind him started to move as if they were waking up from a dream, and began to drag those who could not move outside the venue.
Lin Wei never looked back.
After walking out of the warehouse, I was blinded by the dazzling sunlight.
He stretched out his hand to cover his head, but found blood all over his palm.
Fortunately, none of the blood was his.
Datou stood next to a black car - this was Zhang Zhenyong's car, but now it no longer belonged to him.
"Brother, this car is better." Big Tou showed a smile that looked a bit silly to Lin Wei.
Lin Wei grinned: "It's pretty good."
He glanced at the distance, inside the van, Zhang Zhenyong was lying inside tied with hemp rope, his arms were still bleeding, and he was staring at him with a cold and spiteful face.
Lin Wei just looked at him calmly for a moment and waved.
"Butou, let's go."
"Brother!" Datou immediately responded loudly.
The black car drove towards Incheon Port with a van.
Lin Wei dialed the cell phone.
"Yo!brother!"
Ding Qing's voice on the other end of the phone was still relaxed.
"Incheon Port?"
"Warehouse No. 11, there is someone at the door." Ding Qing's voice was filled with joy: "Done?"
"Zhang Zhenyong is still alive. I only left one man named Huang Dayong, and my subordinate Cui Yonghao to clean up the scene in the warehouse." After Lin Wei finished speaking, Ding Qing's laughter rang out over there.
"Come on, come on, let me meet our boss. Boss Cheng has just arrived, so come on!"
"Um."
Lin Wei hung up the phone and sat on the back seat of the car as if exhausted.
"Big head."
"Brother! I'm here."
"Is there any paper?"
After searching for a long time, I found some toilet paper in my trouser pocket.
After Lin Wei took it, he wiped it on his hands for a long time, but the dried blood did not fade away at all.
"Hey, Yixi."
He simply threw the tissue away.
The bloody tissue disappeared outside the car window.
And he simply opened the car window and let the strong wind outside the car scatter the blood on his body and ruffle his short hair that had just grown longer.
It is dusk now.
Looking around, thousands of miles of flaming clouds filled the sky, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell warmly on his body, but he felt a little cold because the sweat on his body cooled down.