Chapter 160 The Mavericks

Volvo XC90 can hold 80 liters of oil, and it is considered to be less installed in luxury SUVs.

But beside the gurgling gasoline and a burning match, no one will idle it with less oil.

Needless to say, the ambulance driver went down the slope with just one kick.

The green grass cannot stop the heavy rubber from crushing at all.

The black suit was about to start scolding, sitting in the carriage, and even the words were flipped, the country stopped automatically after halfway through the scolding.

Bite your tongue.

The well-trained police uncle reacted very quickly, covering the gun handle with his hands and shouting, "Put down the match... no, extinguish it."

The match was put down.

Everyone's eyes rolled with the rolling of the long-handled matches.

Chen Yi ran outward in a very quick three steps, another three steps, another three steps, and then a comfortable and scorching wave of air came from behind him, pushing him to jump further.

The explosion of the can-style "pass" accompanied by the helpless scolding of the little lizard: "So hot, so hot"

It is the closest to the explosion source.

As for Chen Yi, he had already been in a three-step long jump with shock wave assist, and jumped to a safe sand pit. If he participated in the sports meeting, breaking the world record would not be a problem.

The two police uncles were also overturned. Fortunately, the patrolman with guns is a veteran. Although his hands are on the handle of the gun, the insurance is actually not opened.

In China, whether it is official or unofficial, it is countless times more troublesome than shooting. The patrol officers are not even willing to use guns unless they have to.

The two people in this police car only have guns with one or two stars.

Volvo was burning in the open space, the mailbox exploded, and the base plate seemed to be hit by a landmine, and the entire penetration was broken.

Now, the evidence of any knight gun no longer exists.

A minibus climbed up from the gentle slope with difficulty and stopped three or four hundred meters away from the scene.

Short-sleeved long-sleeved T-shirt, iron rod machete, watermelon knife, bald flat-headed artistic head, all of them are impulsive when they get off the minibus.

Some of the scared man in the suit straightened his waist again.

He pulled out the infusion tube, threw down the oxygen inhaler, rushed out of the car, and ran towards Chen Yi.

The young people on the minibus also recognized the goal and surrounded them all the way.

The sound of parking was "squeaking". This time two Ivecos arrived, and the guys who came down were wearing security clothes or hurdle vests.

The leader was carrying a fire axe and laughed loudly: "Mr. Niu, we are here to help you with the battle."

Young Master Niu has now rushed to Chen Yi's side.

The short-sleeved men of the Watermelon Knife were ahead of him and started to chop and kill without saying a word.

It can be seen that these people are his direct descendants.

Mr. Niu took off his black suit leisurely and prepared to teach this indifferent person a lesson, but when he raised his head, the shouts of killing in front had stopped.

His subordinates were looking at Chen Yi with the expression of watching the monster.

The level of fighting skills at level 2 is really no different from monsters among a group of gangsters.

Even a warrior who has been professionally trained for more than 10 years may not necessarily have the level of physical skills in Sanqia, let alone the fighting spirit with magic net energy.

Chen Yi was not prepared to kill people, otherwise the eight young men who fell to the ground would not have broken muscles, but would have blood flowed into a river.

After all, they are young people in the society. One-third of the brave ones fell to the ground, and the rest did not surround them and waited for the boss to speak.

Major General Niu threw his clothes to the ground and said angrily: "Go up and beat him."

Since he hugged Mitsubishi's thigh, in a few months, he has gone from being a boss on two streets to the best gangster in Jiangbei. His subordinates are fed with good cigarettes and wine, and they hold the wages of Japanese-funded enterprises and don't work. They raise soldiers for a thousand days and use soldiers for a while. The men of machete iron rods hesitate for a moment and begin to wave blades forward.

They may not be more confident than their companions who fall to the ground, but they cannot help but suffer from the pain of being stabbed, so they will not be as sweet as bullying. The so-called direct line means that they dare to kill and fight at critical moments.

Several people standing in the back row secretly changed hands with their machetes to the left and took out a switchblade on the right.

Niu Shao’s prestige was the greatest reflection at this moment.

He smiled proudly, and while calling out to the security guards who were running by, he slowly said, "Pickup trucks, I will tell you a secret today. Good car does not necessarily mean wealth, and bravery does not necessarily mean famous..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yi saw a new watermelon knife with his left foot landing in his hand, and immediately hit the right side.

This collision was made of Dou Qi, and the power was surprisingly powerful.

A group of people felt a flash in front of their eyes, and there was a cracked sound of fractured bones coming from their ears.

There were at least two arms and one leg, broken from the middle. As for the crisp ribs, they were like small rows on the market, and no one knew how many sections they were divided into.

Mr. Niu’s two direct descendants didn’t even have time to hum and instantly went over.

Chen Yi walked through the two of them, rolled on the spot, and stood up.

Before the bald men with machetes and iron sticks made any moves, he raised his right hand flat and killed him straight and straight.

There was a wall of 20 people left. At Chen Yi's sprint of 100 meters, he didn't even have time to surround three people, so he only left an arm on the ground and spurted out three blood stains.

The knight-infantry battle technique is a fighting method on the battlefield, cruel and effective. It does not seek to kill the enemy, but it is necessary to reduce the enemy's mobility and countermeasures.

When the blade penetrated through the bones of the arm, Chen Yi realized that this was not a real battlefield.

With a thought, he turned into a stab and did not remove the other party's limbs.

Despite this, the gangsters were frightened.

In the final analysis, when you are involved in the society, you are not only injured or hospitalized, but also lose money. So unless you have to, no one will really raise a machete and fight with others. Most of the time, you just fight inadvertently.

But Chen Yi is not a social slut. He is a tactic of saving lives and killing enemies on the battlefield that he learned from the Paladins. Even if he suppresses his life, his lethality is still surprising.

In a blink of an eye, seven more people fell down.

At this time, the security guards on Iveco also came, but when they saw their bodies rolling around moaning and rolling, no one was left with the joy of fighting less.

Chen Yi moved his arms and looked at the black suit with a smile.

It seems very slow to say, but now it is only less than 2 minutes away from the explosion.

The police uncle who was overturned climbed up from the depression below the slope and saw that the green grass was stained with blood.

This time, Yiba and Two Stars finally pulled out the knife and shouted loudly: "No one is allowed to move."

He really doesn't want to draw his gun, he really doesn't want to stand up.

So he took advantage of the explosion and came up after he was completely awake.

But no one would have thought that the casualties were so great in the moment just now.

He felt that he couldn't bear it, and while nervously holding the small revolver, he urgently asked for help through the walkie-talkie.

Both Chen Yi and Niu Shao remained motionless.

Chen Yi remained motionless because he felt that fighting spirit could block the small revolver bullet.

The Niu Shao didn't move because he knew that the bullets in the revolver were rubber.

Yi Bar and Two Stars may have live ammunition with copper bullets, but after coming, they have not had the chance to replace them.

Mr. Niu slowly glanced at the mess on the ground and said dryly, "Which friend is from?"

"The car is left, everyone is dispersed." Chen Yi shook the machete and did not answer his question at all.

Young Master Niu didn't say anything, there was another sound of brakes outside, but there were three Buick GL8s parked in front of the club wall.

A group of men with big waists, a black suit, wireless headsets, and carbon fiber sticks, walked through the waiting hall of the club and walked towards the burning green.

Niu Shao was shocked, and seemed to have confidence again. He spoke a little tougher and said, "Friend, I am the security minister of the Jiangning Branch of Mitsubishi Company. If you don't fight, you won't know each other. There is no need to use a knife or a gun. If you compensate me for my car, forget about this."

After watching Chen Yi's sharp performance of two in and three out just now, he was not sure that these dozens of people could really make people beat him. Walking around the world is nothing more than seeking wealth. His family has lost more money. Not to mention medical expenses, it will be troublesome if he delays the affairs of Mitsubishi.

Besides, now the policeman and uncle have taken out the guns, no matter whether the patrol police use real or fake bullets, causing an accident or a circle of trouble.

Young Master Niu is also a scene person, he can bend and stretch.

He smiled as if nothing had happened and said, "Brother, we are not injustice or revenge. For a moment, we are all passionate men. I am 90% of the newly imported xc90. If you give 1 million, this matter will be over."

He automatically omitted the previous arrogant saying of kneeling down and begging for mercy.

Chen Yi laughed twice, hanged the handle of the knife, allowing the blood from the machete to drip.

"Mr. Niu." The black suits wearing headsets surrounded them.

Niu Shao waved his hand and signaled everyone to calm down, and said, "I know you have something to do with me, I will accompany you to wait for the police to come before making a decision."

As he said that, under his command, a group of people lined up and waited for the police without fear.

Seven or eight police cars with red cards finally arrived.

Chen Yi saw Deputy Director Yan at a glance. Before he could speak, Niu Shaoxian's eyes lit up, walked forward, and smiled respectfully: "Director Yan, why are you here?"

Director Yan is the leader's behavior, he is not sure about the situation, but just said "hmm".

Mr. Niu hurriedly said, "I am Xiao Niu. You went to Mitsubishi Company to inspect the work a few years ago. I was with you."

The director recognized the person only then, but he couldn't tell the stern smile on his face.

Mr. Niu followed Director Yan and walked to Chen Yi before he realized that his face turned red.

Director Yan seemed to have not seen the blood on the ground at all, and asked Chen Yi about his well-being: "Are you injured? Have you brought a bodyguard?"

Chen Yi smiled and explained in a low voice the cause of the incident.

The man carrying a fire axe had long thrown his weapon into the burning Volvo fire and whispered: "Young Master Niu, Director Yan seems to have a close relationship with them, what should I do?"

"Look for the Minister of Interior, he can save us."

As soon as Niu Shao finished speaking, he saw Director Yan wave his hand: "Take all these gangsters back to the bureau and interrogate them carefully."

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Chapter completed!