【146 Collective killing】

Fang Yihong's concerns were very wise. A few minutes later, a sturdy figure appeared at the headquarters of the Qingyang Club, quietly dying from the outside with invisible finger force points. He was full of true energy and could already experience the feeling of the six-mechandise magic sword in the novel. People were invisible in the dark. Just turn their wrists and click lightly, and the finger force penetrated their body and easily put people to death.

Fang Yihong is worthy of being an old ghost who has accumulated a lot of time and an old fox who has become a spirit. He was smoking a cigarette, but suddenly threw the cigarette, listened in his ears, and reached out to pull out a dark pistol from his arms and gently left the seat. The others were startled by his actions, and subconsciously pulled out the pistol hidden on their bodies and opened the insurance. These guys have been following Fang Yihong for many years and have long known his temperament. Such sudden actions must have happened outside.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Fang Yihong's forehead and had been in the road for most of his life. He had never seen any danger? But this was the first time he was as afraid as today. Since he knew that Ma Qi of the Brotherhood had an accident, he had concentrated all the combat power of the Qingyang Club at the headquarters just in case. However, for some reason, he suddenly felt palpitations, as if something terrible happened. He was a little superstitious about this "whim". Fang Yihong had relied on it several times to get rid of danger. Therefore, as soon as he noticed his palpitations, he drew out his weapon, although he had no idea what was happening outside at this time.

The atmosphere in the room calmed down, and everyone left the seat silently and gathered together, aiming at the only door panel in the room with a gun. This room has a bit of a secret room, with only a thick security door, no windows, and the sound insulation of the room is also very good. Once the door is closed, there is no way to detect anything inside and outside. In the past, it was the place where Qingyang would use to hold meetings and torture.

The handle of the door was clicking and slowly turned. At this time, everyone in the room knew that something was wrong, because if it were their own people, they would first ring the doorbell and wait until the small colored light next to the doorbell was on before they dared to push the door in. What made them feel a little scared was that the sound insulation effect of the room was only separated from the inside to the outside, and the sound outside was still heard inside. If someone came outside had a fight with his brother, they would get a report as soon as possible. But now... the brothers outside didn't have any movement, but someone was unscrewing the door!

Although Fang Yihong also felt something was wrong, he was a big shot in the Tao after all, and his courage was not comparable to ordinary gang members. He took a deep breath and calmly raised his gun to aim at the door. As long as people outside came in, they would be hit hardest!

The door handle turned to the end, and the heavy door was pushed open with a creaking sound. A figure flashed in and rushed towards Fang Yihong and others like a big falcon!

"Bang"! "Bang"! "Bang"! "Bang"! "Bang"!...

The gunshots were loud in the moment, and nearly 100 nine-mm Parabellum shot accurately shot the figure. The power of the glock-18 pistol equipped with a silencer may be slightly weakened, but the shooting close enough can still show its full power. With the splash of blood, the figure was basically beaten into a sieve and fell back to the ground!

"Hu..." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but before they could say anything, Fang Yihong's face changed, becoming even more ugly than before!

Lying on the ground, he was a disciple of the meeting arranged by Fang Yihong to be on duty at the door! He had already been killed by Long Ao and lost his life, and was used as a prop again, and was extremely miserable and almost rotten by his own bosses.

Fang Yihong knew that he had made a big mistake. He had not done this tempting trick of shooting, but at the moment when the figure appeared, he still couldn't help but shoot. Because everyone on the road knew that Long Ao had "hard qigong" to withstand the close-range attack of the troll. Although the Glock-18 pistol was much larger than the troll (which refers to the kind of troll in Cs, but homemade muskets, which fired three to five millimeters of steel balls or lead bullets), it was difficult to guarantee that he could kill him before he started killing people. So to be on the safe side, it was the most correct choice to shoot at the first time. Dozens or hundreds of bullets greeted him at the same time. Even if his troll was powerful, it should be a lottery. As we all know, once the hard qigong is broken, his body will be no different from that of ordinary people. If he wants to kill or cut, it will not be up to his heart.

It was precisely under this mentality that Fang Yihong lost his former calmness when the door opened, and even several other people fired at the same time. The glock-18 pistol can hold twenty bullets, which is considered to be a relatively large number of bullets among the pistols, but everyone tried their best to fire continuously, and the bullets were all fired in just a few breaths! On weekdays, everyone used guns to defend themselves, and rarely used them. Even if they were used, they would not finish the bullets in the magazine, so there was no magazine to replace them. In other words, those glock-18 pistols have become decorations now - well, maybe they can be used as hidden weapons to throw them out and smash people!

"Papapapa..." A crisp applause rang out of the door, and a tall figure who made Fang Yihong and others completely desperate appeared at the door. His thick body and wild expression, who was not Long Ao?

"Good shooting skills. I didn't expect that several of the leaders of the target shooting are so powerful. I think I should go to the Olympics if I have the chance. Maybe I can win glory for the country and get a few gold medals back." Long Ao's voice sounded extremely sincere, as if he was just saying what he was saying, which made Fang Yihong and others feel uncomfortable. But who can't blame this? It was himself who shot, and it was himself who was the brothers who 'killed' the meeting. You can't just say, "We shot in advance because we were too nervous."

Fang Yihong opened his mouth to say something, but found that his throat was dry and so hot that it was as painful as tearing. Several people watched Long Ao step in and closed the door with his backhand.

"Don't stand everyone." Long Ao pulled a chair and sat down, raised his legs and hugged his chest with both hands. He looked at Fang Yihong and others with interest, "If you have any words, sit down and talk slowly, otherwise I will feel very uneasy if I sit alone."

Fang Yihong and others cursed secretly, "You, mom, will be uneasy? If you are really uneasy, you won't appear here!" But no one dared to say this. Don't look at Long Ao's smile, who on the way knows that he is famous for killing without blinking? When he was expanding his territory, the controller of the target territory asked to negotiate with him, and he agreed. However, when the two sides broke down, Long Ao, with a kind smile on his face, suddenly took action like lightning and directly beat the other party to severely disabled! This has to be said that he was showing mercy at that time, otherwise he could easily kill all the other party with his martial power value. The difficulty would not be more laborious than killing a chicken.

Fang Yihong naturally would not think that Long Ao came to visit the house today (meaning to visit him), but as the leader of the Qingyang Association, he had to stand up with his teeth.

"Old Master Long is here, we are in a position to welcome him. Please forgive me." Fang Yihong tried hard to calm down and pulled a chair to sit down. Ganglong Ao formed a confrontation through a long conference table. Seeing this, the other people gradually calmed down and sat down on both sides of him in order. In this way, a one-to-many negotiation situation was formed.

But... Long Ao was not here to negotiate, he was here to kill people, so the advantage of numbers was simply a cloud for him. In fact, as soon as he entered the room, he could sense the combat effectiveness of the people present. In his words, it was "vulnerable". Perhaps Fang Yihong and the others were also able to fight and kill heroes when they were young, but now they are middle-aged and have countless younger brothers to do it for them, so they no longer need to charge on the front line. Especially under the leadership of Fang Yihong, who is good at using tricks, Qingyang will rarely fight head-on with people, which makes not many people who can really fight. As for the big guys in the association, they now rely on pistols. After all, no matter how hard they can hit, they can't stop the power of bullets - well, okay, this monster Long Ao should be excluded.

Long Ao swept away Fang Yihong and others, and chuckled, "Long is a bit presumptuous when he comes uninvited, but there is something here that needs to be proved by President Fang. I wonder if I can give me some advice?" Fang Yihong called him Master Long, while he called him President Fang Yihong. A simple title distinguished the status of his identity and did not give him any face to the 'senius' in the Tao.

Fang Yihong could naturally hear the twists and turns in this. Although he was furious, the situation was better than others. To put it bluntly, his life was being held in Long Ao's hands. No matter how ugly he spoke, he could only endure it. As long as he could escape today's disaster, not to mention that he was a generation shorter than him, what's the harm that would be his grandson for him?

People who like to use tricks often have a "being able to bend and stretch" and are unlikely to fight against the enemy, and of course they are even less likely to fight against the enemy with their own lives. What they emphasize is "stay away the green mountains and don't be afraid of burning firewood". If you miss the present, you will sooner or later have a day of revenge and come back. At that time, you can torture the other party even more. Wouldn't it be a pleasure?

So Fang Yihong could only smile on his face: "Master Long is joking, and he dare not be a 'instruction'. What does Master Long need to ask for? As long as I know, I will definitely tell you everything I can!"

Long Ao nodded with satisfaction and smiled, "People say that President Fang is as wise as a fox, good at breaking the situation, can bend and stretching, and has the true nature of a real man. When I see you today, it is true! Actually, I have no doubts, just want to know why when I don't want to kill someone, someone will come to provoke him. Do these people have such a poor memory? Don't you remember what I said about Rongcheng Road a few months ago?"

Fang Yihong's face froze and forced a smile, "How is this possible? Who doesn't know that Master Long is a peace-loving person? How could anyone take the initiative to provoke Master Long? I think there must be some misunderstanding here..." Three months ago, Long Ao sent a notice to the Tao when the Thirteenth Taibao was preparing for military training: The Thirteenth Taibao has no intention of continuing to expand, and just wants to live in peace with everyone, but if someone takes the initiative to provoke, the Thirteenth Taibao will never die! The Thirteenth Taibao will never die! The Thirteenth Taibao will never die!

"Misunderstanding..." Long Ao touched the stubble on his chin, "Since President Fang said it was a misunderstanding, it was a misunderstanding."

As soon as these words were said, Fang Yihong was almost stunned. What does this guy mean? Could it be that he planned not to pursue this matter anymore? He had a muddy mind, and he did not realize that even if Long Ao really let them go now, so many people died overnight, Qingyang Club would only have an empty shell. Without Long Ao's actions, he would be shared by the surrounding forces!

Of course, Fang Yihong obviously did not have the intention to guess Long Ao, because after saying this, Long Ao slowly stood up and smiled at them: "The questions are gone, so I will say goodbye to you now. Don't come out to get involved in the underworld in the next life!" Before Fang Yihong and the others could react, Long Ao had already reached out and bounced his fingers several times, and a "swish" sound came from the air. Looking at Fang Yihong and others, blood holes as big as fingers appeared in the middle of their foreheads, and blood mixed with brain matter flowed out, and they were already dead!

Without even looking at their bodies, Long Ao sneered: "I've given you a chance to tell the truth, but I don't know how to cherish..." It turned out that he planned to take Fang Yihong into the account of Thirteen Taibao, because think tanks like him who are full of ideas and have bad water are really scarce, and Long Ao is reluctant to kill him. But the premise of all this is that Fang Yihong has to tell the truth. If he is smart enough, he should be able to see that telling lies cannot deceive people, but he insists on pretending to be a misunderstanding. This can't be blamed on Long Ao.

The nose wings moved twice. Smelling the bloody smell in the air, Long Ao shook his head, waved his left hand, and several corpses on the ground suddenly disappeared, and the shells scattered on the ground were also lost.

"Yulong Ring, Youlong Ring, I really compromised you. The dignified immortal weapon was actually used by me to pretend to be a corpse!" Long Ao's mouth showed a smile. I wonder if Ao Bugui, who gave him the Youlong Ring back then, would he jump out of anger?

There is no way. Long Ao acted alone this time. He didn't want to expose all his secrets to his subordinates. It is difficult to guarantee that they will spread one day, which may cause unnecessary trouble. Although it is easy to kill someone, how to deal with the corpse is a very distressing thing. One or two are fine, but it's not worth putting it in a sack and burying it in the suburbs. But if there are hundreds of corpses, what are you going to pull them? Where can you put them? After all, the Public Security Bureau is not a vegetarian. So many people have died for no reason, and they can't cover them even if you want to cover them!

In the end, Long Ao had to use the Dragon Ring that could hold everything. With a wave of his hand, no trace would be left. It was amazing that the Public Security Bureau decided that it would be missing collectively, but it would not cause any trouble to anyone.

Overnight, Long Ao wandered around the districts of Rongcheng. What made him regret was that no one of the clubs he came to the door to tell the truth, so he was killed without mercy and put into the Youlong Ring. Before the action, he had obtained the information of these clubs through the spy hall of the Thirteen Taibao. The members in it were all kinds of evil. In Zhu Chongba's words, it was: in the line of head chopping may be wronged, and every other head chopping, there will be 100% missing the net!
Chapter completed!