When Song Ye slipped out of the mansion, he was still carrying a fuel bottle in his hand. He turned to the front door to meet Xu Zihang and the others, and saw them staring at the mansion in a daze.
"... Did you do this?" Xu Zihang turned around and saw Song Ye walking over, swallowed, and asked with difficulty.
"Yes." Song Ye nodded and handed the things to Yun Hua aside, "Zhou Zheng went to put out the fire. Some of the manpower was dispersed, and now we can go in. By the way, hold this, Zhou Zheng may have a gun in his hand."
As soon as Xu Zihang heard the gun, he suddenly had a black object in his hand. He was so frightened that his hand shook and he almost dropped it.
He hasn't fired a gun yet.
Song Ye didn't expect him to be able to shoot, so he took the lead and said, "Get familiar with it first, and I will teach you later."
"Song Ye." Yunhua followed her, looking awkward and uneasy. She didn't expect to make a decision that day. After the phone call, the next time they met was to participate in a fire fight.
Song Ye, who was walking in front, stopped. She always went her own way, but she almost left Yun Hua behind. She looked back at Yun Hua, who had no offensive power, and said lightly: "You are responsible for keeping watch. If anything happens, let me know." .”
Yunhua held the fuel bottle in his hand tightly and nodded heavily, "I will do a good job."
It was also the first time for Xu Zihang and others to meet Yun Hua. Although they were curious, Song Ye did not introduce him much. The war was about to start, and they had no intention of exchanging pleasantries.
With a bang, the door was kicked in. Song Ye took the lead and rushed in with a knife. Behind him, a dozen brothers followed without hesitation. In the gradually burning fire, this scene was like Young and Dangerous in the Hong Kong movie. . At this time, Hong Kong movies were becoming popular, and every boy had a heroic dream burning in his heart.
But the blood from Song Ye's head-on chop opened up a bloody world for the young people.
It's not like Xu Zihang has chopped people with a knife before, and fights are commonplace, but this is the first time he has encountered such a hearty and reckless fight.
At first, he was afraid that he would not be able to do anything, but after he cut down the first person, he remembered Song Yelin's words when he set out, "Enemy, either you die or I die." After that, the blood in his eyes no longer scared him.
The other teenagers also gradually understood a truth during the fight. If they were afraid, it might be their brothers who would block the knife for them next time.
Fortunately, in the first operation, with the protection of Song Ye, the god of killing, a dozen people fought against dozens of opponents, and actually had an overwhelming advantage.
When Zhou Zheng moved the safe down in the house, he realized that he had fallen into the trap of tricking the tiger away from the mountain, and when he wanted to rush out to save the situation, Song Ye threw another fuel bottle out of nowhere, and slammed it on the door. Flames quickly spread in front of the door. It was more than one meter high, blocking dozens of people in the house.
"Quickly, call the police, call the fire alarm!" Zhou Zheng saw the thick smoke coming down the stairs and couldn't get out in front of the door. He shouted anxiously. It's not shameful to care about it now. If someone really burns to death in the house, It’s just that the gain outweighs the loss.
Through a wall of fire, a cold voice suddenly came, "I pulled out the phone line."
What? Zhou Zheng was startled and raised his head, just in time to bump into a pair of deep eyes. In the blazing firelight, the already delicate and beautiful face became more and more unreal, "Who are you?"
Song Ye did not answer him. The greetings in this situation were obviously a bit redundant. She stood in front of the door with an expressionless face, "You have only two choices, one is to beg for mercy, or die."
"You..." Zhou Zheng gritted his teeth and couldn't help but want to curse, but when he turned his eyes, he saw a mess behind the girl. All those lying down were brothers from the Dihu Gang. Even from a distance, he could smell the strong blood. taste.
He suddenly remembered Xiao Dao's scared look, and then he realized that the cruel methods he described were not empty words.
"Boss, cough, what should I do?" The smoke became heavier and heavier, and many brothers couldn't hold back their coughs, so they hurried forward to ask what he meant.
Zhou Zheng gritted his teeth and said nothing, asking him to beg for mercy for a child, what a joke.
Probably seeing that he was not convinced, Song Ye looked calm and took out another fuel bottle, "The fire department will arrive in fifteen minutes at most. If you obey me, you don't have to die with him."
"No!" Everyone looked at the fuel bottle in her hand in horror. Their hearts jumped into their throats. They hardly dared to hesitate for a moment. Some people immediately expressed their surrender, "I beg for mercy, I don't want to die."
"Me too."
"Me too."
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Once a gap is opened, this betrayal and survival behavior will soon put Zhou Zheng into an isolated and helpless position. He angrily kicked the brothers beside him, reached out and took out a pistol from his arms , said fiercely: "If you dare to betray me, I will shoot you to death."
The black muzzle of the gun scared everyone so much that they dared not move. Even Xu Zihang and others outside the fire wall were on guard and evaded.
When Song Ye saw Zhou Zheng pulling out his gun, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he said, "Wait a minute, I'll let you out."
Zhou Zheng raised his eyebrows and spat on the ground, "Young boy, if you want to fight me, you are too young, please let me out!"
Amid the clamor, several buckets of water were poured over to extinguish the fire, leaving thick smoke billowing in the air with a burning smell.
Zhou Zheng's face was completely blackened. As soon as he saw that he could escape, he rushed out without saying a word, holding a gun and looking around in the dim night. But before he even moved his head, a cold stick suddenly hit his temple. Something hard pressed against it, and a cold and gentle voice sounded in my ears, "Are you looking for me?"
Zhou Zheng shuddered and looked out of the corner of his eye. What was on his head was not a gun. The girl beside him had a calm face, and the coldness in her eyes made people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
"Yes, if you have something to say," Zhou Zheng dared to be arrogant as his life was in other people's hands, "I have no enmity with you. If you want my territory, we can share it equally. There is no need to use knives or guns like this." of."
Song Ye didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so he held up the gun and pushed it forward, saying, "Where did you get this gun?"
"Yes, it was leaked on the black market recently." Zhou Zheng couldn't control his temper when he saw Song Ye's attitude of not wanting to buy anything. He quickly added: "I heard that they were brought in by a group of people from other provinces who had no money. Use your talents to sell guns.”
Song Ye pondered in his heart, this time he had gained something extra. He raised his hand to hand over Zhou Zheng's gun and kicked him in front of Xu Zihang, "I'll leave the rest to you."
Over there, Xu Zihang was just watching a gun confrontation, and in the blink of an eye he saw his enemy in front of him. He kicked Zhou Zheng to death without even thinking about it.