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"Shut up!" Zhang Qipeng sat in the car and yelled angrily. This time, with a crazy "bang!", he knocked away the two cars behind. The Bentley drove back suddenly, driving while driving, and knocked over the isolation barrier on the side. After he took the lead, he rushed out with a "buzz!" Bentley rushed out. The Bentley was driving wildly, and countless gunshots were heard behind him one after another. Mei Zhikang shouted wildly, "Let's shoot, shoot!" He and more than a dozen people started shooting continuously. Wang Ying lowered his head and nestled in the back seat. The glass behind the car was broken. Zhang Qipeng in front yelled while driving forward.

He was also in a very crazy state. The car had just driven forward for less than two hundred meters. When he turned around, just as the car was about to continue rushing forward, Wang Ying looked up and suddenly saw two domineering SUVs parked in front of him. The two cars had blocked the middle of the road. A strong middle-aged man with a hoodie mask was holding a fifth company in his hand. There were four or five people standing around him, all holding ǔ       qì, and his guns were aimed at the Bentley car here. Mei Zhikang and his team behind him also chased him. Wang Ying saw that the road opposite was blocked.

Before he could speak, the car was getting faster and faster. Zhang Qipeng sat in front and shouted, "Brother Yinzi, fasten his seat belt, sit firmly!" Zhang Qipeng's roaring voice was a little hoarse. Wang Ying had no time to react, and instinctively tied the safety belt from the side. Zhang Qipeng's car was getting faster and faster. When the group on the opposite side saw that there was no intention of reducing the situation here, the leading man raised his hand and raised the fifth company in his hand. At this moment, everyone around him also raised it, and the bullets shot out.

As he approached the Bentley, Zhang Qipeng lay on the steering wheel, no longer daring to look at the heart-wrenching roaring ahead, "Ah!" and roared, and crashed wildly. The Bentley was beaten out of recognition at this moment. Just as the Bentley was about to hit, the group of people standing in front waiting for the retreat all jumped away. The Bentley's "bang!" sounded violently, and this was a violent collision of absolutely altitude. All the airbags in the car were shaken open, blocking the two blocked at the intersection.

One of the SUVs was directly hit and flew out. The whole Bentley also lost control. He hit several consecutive collisions on the side with a "bang, bang" and smashed several isolation barriers. After the front of the car hit the telephone pole on the side, the whole car overturned over, and then turned over 360 degrees in the air. The car dropped to the ground with a "bang!". Just after the car fell to the ground, the violent downward force made the car bounce up and fell heavily. The domineering SUV,

He was knocked out by a Bentley car of height and flew out to the side of the road. It can be said that Wang Ying was confused now. His eyes were pitch black and dizzy. He couldn't see anything. I don't know what he had given birth. It took him a long time to recover his sight. Just after he had just recovered his sight, behind Wang Ying, Mei Zhikang and his group, and the group of people just now, had already chased him. While rushing over, he took out the ǔ    qì in his hands and was about to shoot at Wang Ying.

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It was still at this critical moment that two Audi cars flew out from the side of the Bentley. Behind the Audi car, there were at least four or five Mercedes-Benz cars. The front was the cup himself. Mei Zhikang and the group of gunmen just now were about to block Wang Ying. At this moment, watching the Audi car rushing over, the group of people quickly retreated. The two Audi cars at the beginning rushed towards the SUV parked there, "bang, bang!" just two times, the Audi car was straight.

After receiving the SUV, he knocked over the SUV. Then another Audi knocked several people away. The car stopped and the cup got off the car. He held an AK47 in his hand and squinted his eyes. After getting off the car, he raised his gun and started shooting at Mei Zhikang. While the cup was shooting, a large group of subordinates around him also got off the car. After the group got off the car, they pointed at Mei Zhikang and his group and started scolding, "Don't let them run away!"

The Mercedes-Benz cars behind also stopped. They were 20 or 30 people holding guys in their hands. Mei Zhikang and his group rushed up. The cup stood on the roof, holding ǔ      qì, and shot at Mei Zhikang and his group who were retreating there with fierce look on their faces. Several people were swept down in an instant. Mei Zhikang was also shot and fell to the ground. Several subordinates next to them were helped up. The group of people behind the cup were waving the guys in their hands and rushed up. The cup looked at the other side, turned to look at the Bentley car here, and then threw the gun to the ground and ran towards Wang Ying. Obviously, he had to pay attention to Wang Ying's safety first.

Wang Ying sat in the Bentley car for a long time before he regained his vision. His eyes were red. He untied his seat belt and pushed open the car door beside him. The moment he got off the car, he vomited blood. His eyes turned black and he fell directly to the ground. He rolled two times from the ground, looked up and looked at Zhang Qipeng in the driving position. He was also covered in blood. Wang Ying's head was spinning. He shook his head vigorously and slowly climbed to the driving position. He gritted his teeth, stood up from the ground, and opened the car door. He grabbed Zhang Qipeng and pulled Zhang Qipeng down the car.

Wang Ying leaned against the car door, hugged Zhang Qipeng, and gently patted Zhang Qipeng's face. He didn't even have the strength to speak. Zhang Qipeng was covered in blood, and there was obvious signs of a bullet piercing his chest. Looking at the child's still tender face, Wang Ying was a little panicked again. He shook Zhang Qipeng several times in succession. Zhang Qipeng slowly opened his eyes, and his face was covered in blood. "Yin, Brother Yinzi." After he said the first sentence, the blood began to flow out from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were very calm. Perhaps he had already felt his life passing by again and again. He gently grabbed Wang Ying's wrist from the side. "Brother, thank you, thank you, so many years, so many years, yes, brother, take care of your brother, brother, this time, this time, it was really wrong, wrong, wrong, I, I, I, from the beginning, I should have found you and explained it clearly to you, no, shouldn't be together, Mei Zhikang, Mei, Mei Zhikang, do, do such a thing, right, sorry, no, don't blame me, okay, okay, brother, brother, please, please."
Chapter completed!