Hero Cultivation System

"Silly b!" He held up a knife in his right hand and was about to swing it down. The Qingcheng man was startled by the sound of gunshots. He turned around and made a very pertinent comment.

"Same feeling!" His opponent from the Jing'an Society swung the iron rod in a half circle, but his head turned in the same direction involuntarily, expressing deep agreement with his comment.

I turned the head back, the knife and the knife, the stick and the stick, "Ding Ding Dang!" The hit was hot.

"Bang!" Gunfire sounded again, and the two people in the battle were stunned again.

"Stop, I told you not to move, can't you hear me?" The stupid roar started again.

Angry! Are you going to let others live? Is it easy for brothers to kill someone?

The two of them looked at each other, stopped and turned around to glare at the idiot who interrupted everyone's interest.

"Silly b!" hundreds of people in the parking lot shouting in unison, one after another.

Have you ever seen a man holding a small pistol and shouting not to move at two hundred or so big men who were actively killing them?

I have seen stupid people, but I have never seen such stupid people.

Of the 300 or so people in the parking lot, more than 100 were already lying down, and not many of the remaining 200 or so people were alive. Everyone had wounds, and many of them had blood on their faces. But at this time, there was no distinction between friend and foe.

At the same time, he turned around to face this guy who dared to stop a war with a gun.

"Hiss!" Everyone gasped. This guy raised his gun in the air. Half of his face was as beautiful as a woman, but half of his face was covered in pits, scars, blackened scabs. It could be said that he was totally scratched. How dare he?

The younger ones almost screamed ghosts.

The young man with the half-faced face was not alone. There were about a dozen people accompanying him. Everyone had their hands in their coats and their eyes were on guard. Obviously, they had a gun but they didn't take it out like the young man.

"Put down the weapon." The young man repeated, but still did not put down the gun.

"Boy, let it go as soon as you said it would. Who do you think you are?" A sinister voice emerged from the crowd, but it resonated with others.

"Oh! Who are you scaring?"

"Nima, are you the onion?"

"Who do you want to scare with a dozen pistols and a dozen birdmen? Am I scared by others?"

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"Put it down!" The young man with half a face slowly raised his pistol horizontally. Although he was not old, his gestures were very dignified. The others also took out their pistols from their arms and pointed them at the gangsters about ten meters away.

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"You put it down when you say it, but what do we think? Do you think we are grandsons?" The man who spoke kicked a black object in front of the young man. Everyone looked down and saw that it was a short handle left by the Americans.

Micro submachine gun.

We are not afraid of submachine guns anymore. Are we afraid of your small pistols?

The young man began to sweat on his head, and the appearance of a submachine gun proved that the person he wanted was indeed here, but he also understood what these thugs meant, and just a few broken guns did not have the power to restrain these people.

However, he represents the country, and the majesty of the country cannot be challenged, no matter how dangerous it is, it must be tough.

Pulling the trigger of the gun, the young man shouted again: "Put it down, we are a country...ah!"

"ah!"

"Ah! It hurts so much."

Before he finished speaking, he and his men all dropped their guns, held their hands and screamed.

No one knew what was causing these people's madness, but those with sharp eyes immediately saw that several of them had black needles as thin as ox hair inserted into their wrists. Everyone in the Jing'an Club felt that the scene in front of them seemed familiar.

"Sister, I'm enjoying watching the show. What do you guys want to do here and chatter?" Tang Qin walked out from the crowd. Her clothes were clean, her ponytail hair was light and refreshing, and she didn't feel anything at all.

The chaos is in inverse proportion to the embarrassment of the men around them.

The young man endured the pain and looked at the cow-hair needle on his wrist, then looked up at the woman with her waist glaring and said, "Tangmen?"

Of course, this woman who always stabs people with needles is Miss Tang Qintang.

When the two parties were fighting, her elder sister stood aside and no one dared to come close to her. Even if they got a little closer during the fighting, everyone in the Jing'anhui would immediately put down their opponents and turn around and leave. Over time, even the people in Qingcheng knew this.

Women are definitely not easy to mess with, so everyone has a tacit understanding to designate the area around her as a non-war zone.

Miss Tang was not disturbed, so she looked around happily. Such a big scene was rare. She wanted to talk to her family after she got back.

Unexpectedly, when she was watching so enthusiastically, someone dared to interrupt her. Miss Tang was naturally in a bad mood. When she was in a bad mood, she would throw her hands itchy and give the visitor a lesson. Now even a Qingcheng native

You know why the people in the Jing'an Association don't dare to mess with this woman, damn, she's like a hedgehog in human form.

"You just took a few broken guns and showed off your power here. Who do you think you are?"

The young man could still smile bitterly and said: "Who do you think we are? Who are you in Tang Zhong?"

"Eh? Do you know Tang Zhong?" Miss Tang began to feel a little bad. Tang Zhong is her cousin and is currently working as a security guard in the capital. The person who knows him is definitely not a simple person.

"Of course I know him. We drank together last month." The young man gritted his teeth and cracked his mouth in pain, but he still spoke very steadily.

"This..." Tang Qin knew something was wrong. These people must be from several units in the capital. Now he was riding a tiger and couldn't get off. He didn't know what to do.

"Tang Qin, please give them the antidote! He is my friend." Liang Gong's voice came from the crowd. When everyone heard that it was this evil god who spoke, they all automatically stepped aside and let him slowly walk out.

"Little bird!" The young man with the half-faced face was of course Ye Cheng. Seeing that although Liang Gong's face was pale and his clothes were stained red, his steps were still very steady, so he felt relieved knowing that his injury was not serious.

Tang Qin was just about to get off the stairs. Hearing this, of course he immediately took out a medicine bottle and took out a dozen black pills the size of mouse droppings and gave them to Ye Cheng and others to take.

Strangely enough, Ye Cheng and the others, who had turned blue in pain, immediately calmed down within a minute of taking the medicine, as if nothing was wrong, which made people admire the exquisiteness of Tang Sect's poison.

"Old Ye, are you here for the Americans?" Ye Cheng's organizational unit Liang Gong knew very well that if it were not for national security, they would not take action. Tonight's armed fight between Qingcheng people and the Jing'an Society belongs to the local area.

It is under the jurisdiction of the Public Security Bureau and is not within the scope of his tasks.

"Well! Are those Americans coming? Where are the two superpowers?" Ye Cheng knew that he couldn't hide it from him, so he simply said it straight to the point. The mini submachine gun on the ground proved that the Americans were not trying to please him, but he didn't know if it was Liang Gongdong.

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"Well! Two American superpowers were killed by me, and the bodies are over there. The others were poisoned by Miss Tang's poisonous needles and were taken down by the Jing'an Council." Liang Gong pointed to the black SUV in front of him and turned his head again.

He said to everyone in the Jing'an Meeting: "Go and catch those Americans."

Knowing that the news of the death of the American people would definitely not be concealed and would be spread back to the United States, in this case, he would carry it all on his body. Anyway, there are many lice and no worries about the debts. He and the Americans are already fighting to the death and don't care about carrying more.

A human life.

The members of the Jing'an Society now knew that their leader had been killed by Liang Gong and escaped without a trace. At this time, anyone who dared to disobey him looked at each other and pushed a few of them towards the office building.

"Hiss! Really?" Ye Cheng opened his eyes wide and looked like he couldn't believe it. These two Americans claimed to be the world's number one and number two superpowers. Although they were a bit of a charlatan, they had intelligence from all over the world.

Their units have classified them as first-level dangerous persons. If not for the approval from above, how could such dangerous persons, who seriously endanger national security, be allowed to enter the country?

Especially Ian, who was nicknamed Rubber Man, was said to be an unkillable superpower. Even the superpowers in China had a headache when they heard about him, only to know that he actually died at the hands of Liang Gong.

He found that he couldn't understand Liang Gong more and more. It had only been more than a month since he saw Xiaoniao rising to such a high level. Ye Cheng now regretted why he didn't insist on recruiting him more in Wuyang.

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Strange! I'm stuck writing this. I have a headache.

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