Facing this murderous three hundred men, even the daring Liu Biao felt a great pressure. Www.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.Com
The most important thing is that these hundreds of big men are all with their upper bodies naked. It is estimated that Brother Dao wants to suppress them in terms of momentum, so the men in front are all muscular men with lumps on their bodies.
No matter who faces hundreds of muscular men, they will feel the pressure.
Zhang Yang, Liu Biao, Aze, and the others are not human beings. They are just more powerful than ordinary people, and they have not reached the point of being an enemy of ten thousand people.
"Gah..." There was a sound, and the two huge doors behind were closed. A "click" could be heard outside. Obviously, the doors had been locked from the outside.
The three of them looked at each other, now there was no way out.
Zhang Yang didn't expect that Brother Dao would actually put up such a stage to entertain him. He didn't expect this.
Brother Dao's appeal has been repositioned in Zhang Yang's heart. In just a short time, Brother Dao was able to summon more than 300 people to the warehouse to set up a battle array. This has proved Brother Dao's power.
Zhang Yang didn't know that this was Brother Dao's usual trick. In Zz City, when Brother Dao had a conflict with others, he would always be polite before fighting. Of course, this "gift" is not a "gift" for giving gifts. Brother Dao's "gift" is hundreds of dollars. Thousands of people surround your field, overwhelming your opponents with momentum.
After all, gangsters are not like people think with a watermelon knife and slashing people every day. If that were the case, then the gangsters would not be able to survive. After all, they have the government, the police, and the law on top of their heads. No one wants to become a policeman in the next life. object of pursuit.
Therefore, when there is a conflict between gangsters and gangsters, they will usually summon their brothers or forces to support them. If the power disparity between the two sides is too large. Naturally, that battle cannot be fought.
If they are evenly matched, it depends on who has the confidence. It depends on who is ruthless. In short, in the end, one side will admit defeat, and it may not actually start a war.
There are still many special situations. For example, both sides want to save face, and things will naturally become serious. However, even at this time, war will not start easily. If there is a boss between the two parties, someone will work together to find a step for both parties. If there is a step for both parties, most of them will show their generosity, while those who are unreasonable will show off a little bit and buy a few. cigarette. s has a meal, and then turns enemies into friends, and everyone is happy...
Of course, when there is real hatred, showing off will not solve the problem. At that time, it depends on who has more money, and hire someone to ambush the other party, or in worst cases, hack him to death. A slight injury can cause a person to become disabled, thus avoiding future troubles.
In short, in the arena, the real boss will generally not easily make enemies with anyone. Even if there is any dispute, he will not come forward on his own and let his younger brother Ma Zai handle it. Only in this way will there be room for buffering and reconciliation. , so as not to get burned.
Zhang Yang felt that Liu Biao and Aze behind him were a little uneasy. "Brother Dao. Doing such a grand ceremony will shorten your life. Haha, Brother Dao, since you have prepared such a big gift for us, I naturally can't let Brother Dao underestimate me."
Zhang Yang slowly took out three magazines from his body. This was found on the old killer in the bell tower.
His movements were very slow and flamboyant. The purpose is to reassure the other party.
Awesome!
Zhang Yang's speed became faster, like lightning. The Type 92 pistol with the silencer removed was suddenly pulled out from the waist. At the moment of pulling out, the magazine in the pistol fell to Zhang Yang's feet, and a magazine in his hand flew up into the magazine. The hand actually turned into countless afterimages in the air, as fast as lightning and thunder. By the time the three hundred men reacted, Zhang Yang's black gun was already pointed at them.
"Do you think you can scare more than 300 of us with just one gun?"
Brother Dao was stunned at first, then he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. The three hundred people also laughed loudly. For a moment, the warehouse was full of wild laughter, and the laughter made the blood boil.
"Haha, I never thought that way, I just let you see the facts..." Zhang Yang was not in a hurry, and quietly waited for their laughter to stop before saying.
As soon as Zhang Yang finished speaking, the muzzle of the gun suddenly turned and he fired almost without stopping.
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There were three violent explosions in succession, and three light bulbs on the top of the warehouse were smashed. Three light bulbs were missing in the warehouse, and the light suddenly dimmed...
At the moment when the light bulb just broke, Zhang Yang raised his hand, and the magazine of the pistol fell again, and the magazine on the instep suddenly jumped up. In the flash of lightning, the magazine on the instep had already been moved into the magazine again. .
"Good marksmanship!" Brother Dao's brows jumped, and he felt a kind of pressure.
"Wrong, marksmanship doesn't matter. I'm just telling Brother Dao that it's useless for you to have more people. I have four magazines. This is a domestic Type 92 military pistol. Each magazine has fifteen bullets. So, these four bullets There are sixty bullets in the box, three were shot just now, and there are fifty-seven left!" Zhang Yang said calmly.
"So what? I have more than 300 people here, not to mention, we also have guns." Brother Dao said with a cruel smile.
"Brother Dao is wrong again. You saw my marksmanship just now. I think it's impossible for every one of you to have a gun. In other words, there are very few guns, and my marksmanship is accurate. People with guns don't have it at all. If you take out a gun, my bullet will shoot into his heart. If you don’t believe it, if you ask someone with a gun to take out a gun, I guarantee that I will definitely shoot the bullet into their chest before they take out the gun."
A demonic smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth, which made a group of shirtless men feel cold. Only then did they realize that it was already late autumn, not the time to go shirtless...
Obviously, several guys who looked like they had guns hesitated. After all, no one dared to challenge Zhang Yang's marksmanship.
"The key is, you only have one gun, and there are more than three hundred of us, what can you do?" Brother Dao glared at the guys with guns and said.
"Brother Dao, it seems that you have gone into a misunderstanding. Didn't you understand what I meant when I fired and changed the magazine just now? In fact, it is very simple. My shooting skills are accurate enough. I have nearly sixty bullets. I can change the magazine quickly enough. If you want to use the crowd to intimidate me, you are wrong. As soon as your men move, I will shoot. I can shoot fifty-seven bullets in a very short time. Brother Dao, I wonder if fifty-seven of these three hundred people are ready to sacrifice for you?"
Just as Zhang Yang finished his words, the gangster standing in the front row stepped back almost subconsciously. Immediately, there was a trace of chaos in the dense human formation.
Obviously, no one wants to be one of those fifty-seven.
Brother Dao suddenly looked livid, and his arrogant words immediately shattered his military morale.
"Okay, let's continue the agreement we made." Zhang Yang smiled softly. He understood that he won and these three hundred people would no longer pose a threat to him.
When Zhang Yang saw these hundreds of people for the first time, he felt oppressed. The mental pressure on more than 300 people was huge. If the morale of more than 300 people was not dealt with first, a scuffle would break out. There is basically no possibility for the three of them to survive. They are not the enemy of ten thousand people, and they are not strong enough for three people to deal with more than 300 people. Wouldn't it mean that more than 300 people, even 30 gangsters with weapons, want to obtain Victory also comes at a huge price.
"Brother Dao, right? I am Liu Biao. I am the one who beat your pillar to pieces. It was you or your men. Feel free to come over, but what I want to tell you is that this is a paper knife. Making a machete is not a wrench, it’s basically about breaking it by touching it..." Liu Biao took a step forward and gently peeled off the paper knife wrapped in newspaper, revealing the sharp blade, which matched Liu Biao's vagina. The smile looked extremely weird.
Brother Dao looked gloomy and shook his head.
"Aze, I know you use a knife, I also use a knife, come on!"
Aze took a step forward, a pair of eyes on his dull face exuded an icy cold light, as sharp as an unsheathed sword, and the awe-inspiring murderous intent made people's hearts palpitate. More than three hundred men felt as if their eyes had been stabbed. generally.
Brother Dao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared at Aze like needlepoints for a few seconds. Finally, he shook his head.
"Looks like I'm the only one left!"
"Brush..." Zhang Yang came out, and the machete in his hand suddenly slashed in the air. The newspaper-wrapped machete immediately revealed its bright blade. The newspapers were scattered, and the silver metallic luster of the blade was dazzling. People didn't know it. Why does it feel like this? This knife is obviously the same as the big man's knife, but it feels more dazzling.
Brother Dao didn't say anything. He spread his hands and someone beside him placed a curved kitchen knife in his hand. Except for the bright blade, the rest of the kitchen knife was dark black. It was a plain knife with a hint of color. The depressing chopper. (Quanben Novel Network www.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.com)