Chapter 102 Victory and a New Beginning

Chapter 102 Victory, and a new beginning

Zhao Jianhui turned around and walked backwards slowly. Now, the opponent must have at least pointed the muzzle of the gun at his back, and Zhao Jianhui couldn't help sweating in his palms.

One step, two steps... Zhao Jianhui retreated at least twenty steps from a distance of more than ten meters. Geng Xiaoli's heavy breathing could be heard in his ears.

Luck, this time it was still luck that was needed. As the saying goes, man makes the difference, and God makes the difference. Even if he used all his intelligence and wisdom, plus Zhao Jianhui's courage, if he didn't have enough luck, there was nothing he could do.

Everything went according to plan, just waiting for the gunshots from Wei Mingyu and the others.

Zhao Jianhui took another small step back, and his feet had already stepped on Geng Xiaoli's shoe. "Can we exchange now? Do you guys come out and tie me up, or should I untie the rope on this woman and let him tie me up?"

"Don't move, you guys, I don't trust you." A guy said as he got out from behind the rock...

"Bang..." The gunshot sounded, and the guy who just popped out of the head had his head blown up and fell backwards. Zhao Jianhui leaned over like lightning and grabbed Geng Xiaoli. The two of them rolled and crawled to the right to dodge. They moved about half a meter away, and there was a loud bang where Geng Xiaoli had just been lying, and flames shot up into the sky.

Geng Xiaoli's heart tightened, and she couldn't help but be dumbfounded. This kind of scene can only be seen in movies, even if she is a top student in the police school, she has never seen it for real.

Looking back, the side where she was just now was red, and even the small tree that was close to her just now was blown up.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and hide behind the rocks." Zhao Jianhui's voice suddenly sounded in his ears. His body lightened. Zhao Jianhui had stood up. The familiar figure jumped up, and fire snakes spewed out of his hands several times. He rolled and turned, and disappeared in front of him. After a few ghost howls, the fierce gunfire was silent...

The vigorous movements and the dragon-like figure were still clearly engraved in Geng Xiaoli's heart many years later.

"Hmph... If it weren't for the limited weapons in our hands, the only special ammunition that could be brought into the country without being discovered were some special ammunition. You would never be able to destroy us." The leader of the other party was a young man of 21 or 22 years old. He looked at Zhao Jianhui calmly, with a trace of arrogance between his eyebrows, and he was not depressed because he was surrounded.

Maybe he has done a lot of big things and seen a lot of big scenes in these years, and he thinks he can do what others can't. Maybe since he embarked on this road, he has long forgotten life and death. Maybe, there is no soul in his body, just a walking corpse.

Tu Xiong fired the last bullet into the air, put the gun back into the holster under his armpit, quickly pulled out the sharp bayonet from his right hip, and hooked his finger at the arrogant young man.

The young man threw the gun on the ground with contempt, pulled out a dagger from his boot, and at the same time, his left hand was like a hook, and he hit Tu Xiong with a left swing.

Humph, just a trick. Tu Xiong saw at a glance that his move was just a feint, and the actual explosion point was still on the dagger in his right hand.

Tu Xiong jumped out and raised his fist to fight against the young man's hook. The sharp bayonet flashed...

At this moment, a scream came from behind Zhao Jianhui. The scream was made by Geng Xiaoli, because a guy rushed up from her left rear, only a few meters away from her, and her scream attracted the attention of the whole audience.

Zhao Jianhui thought it was bad, and his body had already flown into the air. In the air, he could see clearly that behind Geng Xiaoli, a tall guy was holding up a combination rifle with a sneer in his hand...

Zhao Jianhui didn't hesitate any more, and threw the pistol in his hand directly. The pistol, which was empty of bullets, turned into a stream of light, crossing time and space. Before the other party pulled the trigger, the hard and cold barrel penetrated from the right side of his brain, and the barrel went straight through the left back of his head at an angle. The guy rushed forward and hit Geng Xiaoli's side with a "bang".

Geng Xiaoli was already terrified. Seeing the guy's hideous death, with a pistol stuck in his head and Yin Hong's blood dripping out of the barrel, she just stared at him blankly with her hair bulging out, looking unwilling to die. She neither shouted nor escaped, but just sat on the ground and watched him lying beside her...

"Don't shoot. Whoever kills him with a gun will make things difficult for me, Old Tu..." Zhao Jianhui turned around after hearing the voice, but saw Tu Xiong's tiger body trembling and falling out. His right arm holding the bayonet was injured, and the whole arm was stained with blood.

"This guy is quite skilled. No wonder he is so arrogant. He can get the upper hand in a knife fight with the butcher. He is really good." Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart that the young man could hurt Tu Xiong. Among the dozen people on his side, only himself and Wei Mingyu could beat Tu Xiong by fighting with knives. Others like Da Liu and Xiao Sun were lucky to be able to tie, but as for Ma Hongchen and others who followed behind him, there was still a big gap.

"Roar..." Tu Xiong turned over and roared. Before his feet touched the ground, he had already kicked the young man opposite. The young man quickly jumped to the side to dodge, but heard a sigh in his ears. Before he could figure out what was going on, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, his neck felt cold, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

This is the killer move of the butcher. After so many years of retiring, this guy has not been thrown behind his head. The moment the young man fell to the ground, he felt a chill in his throat, and the sharp military thorn pierced his throat.

The section was over. The young man's dim eyes were scattered, but he heard his last voice in this world: "Damn it, you are not simple to hurt me. You can die with your eyes closed."

"...Fei En,...Fei En will not...let you go..." The young man said this, his head tilted and he died.

"Fuck you, Fei En will not let me go? I will not let her go. Do you think I am afraid of that bitch Fei En?" Tu Xiong snorted coldly, bent down and tried to pull out the military thorn in the neck of the young man.

Zhao Jianhui waved his hand: "He is an opponent worthy of your respect, so let your military dagger accompany him to rest in the ground."

"Boss, does he have such a big face?" Letting your weapon accompany your opponent to rest in the ground is a warrior's respect for his opponent. Tu Xiong felt that this young man was not up to that level.

"Silly, look at his appearance... I'm sure this person is Che Dudu, the only son of En." After he said this, Tu Xiong's face couldn't help but become solemn: "Are you sure this person is Che Dudu? Damn, how can he be so powerful that he can stab me with a dagger."

Zhao Jianhui said lightly: "Write a report after returning, and contract your security company, or transform it into a private company."

At this time, Zhao Jianhui mentioned the matter of restructuring the security company, obviously not for making money. Tu Xiong's face was full of disbelief and he asked, "Boss, don't be so nervous, right?"

"If you want to die, don't listen to me." Zhao Jianhui turned around and ordered, "Check the battlefield and prepare to withdraw."

As he spoke, he patted Tu Xiong on the shoulder, "I know you are not afraid of death, but this matter is not just about your life."