Shenhao Started From System Downtime

Standing in front of Lin Qian, Zhang Qiang and Wang Hu heard the roar from a distance, and the smiles on their faces slowly disappeared. They looked in the direction of the sound, and their eyes became extremely condensed. .

Soon, under the leadership of five supercars, groups of jeeps drove to Lin Qian and the others and stopped, followed by a series of door openings, each of which would go down three to three times. Five brawny men in black suits.

Thirty vehicles, nearly a hundred people.

They stood behind Li Zhihao and the others. Compared with Lin Qian's side, there were only forty people. In terms of number and momentum, Li Zhihao's side was undoubtedly an overwhelming victory.

"Huh?"

"Is my head bandaged so quickly?"

Facing the crowd of people facing each other, Lin Qian was still sitting at the front of the dark night god, with a relaxed and contented expression on his face. After seeing Li Zhihao who was the leader, he chuckled and teased.

When Li Zhihao heard Lin Qian's ridicule, his expression became gloomy in vain.

However, Li Zhihao didn't say a word this time. He directly touched his lower back with his right hand, and took out a golden desert eagle from the back.

"Click!"

"Boom!"

After Li Zhihao took out the pistol at his back, he loaded the pistol directly and fired three shots in the sky.

"Boy, crawl over here on your knees, in front of everyone, give me a hundred bangs, today I will spare your dog’s life, or I’ll blow your dog’s head, I’d like to see if it is Your head was bounced off by a bullet. Is there any hospital that can bandage you?"

After Li Zhihao fired three shots into the sky, he slowly pointed the muzzle at Lin Qian who was sitting on the front of the dark night god, with a cold smile on his face.

After speaking, Li Zhihao glanced at Lin Qian's side, Zhang Qiang and dozens of others, and then hummed softly, his voice filled with disdain.

Facing the black muzzle, Lin Qian said that he didn't feel hairy in his heart. It was fake, but when Lin Qian saw Lin Zhan, who was only half a meter away from him, he soon settled down. .

"Boy, no matter who you are, no matter how awesome you are on your site, remember, this is South Korea, this is our site, obediently kneel down and crawl over, and apologize to our brother. Today We will spare you your life, otherwise you will die at Brother Hao’s gun, and you will die in vain!"

Standing next to Li Zhihao, Cui Zhehan, with his hands in his pockets and a baseball bat in his hands, yelled at Lin Qian, his expression on his face as arrogant and undue as before.

"You guys are awesome."

"Isn't South Korea banning guns?"

"Do you still dare to kill?"

"Doesn't you in South Korea count as a crime to kill people?"

Lin Qian looked calm, he calmly asked Li Zhihao and the others.

"In South Korea, private gun possession is of course illegal, and murder is of course a crime."

"but……"

"That's for ordinary people!"

"And we are chaebols, in Korea we are heaven, who will punish us?"

"Who dares to punish us?"

At the end of Li Zhihao's speech, the whole person laughed. The laughter became louder and louder, and the laughter was frantic to the extreme.

"Ah……"

"It is true that some people call South Korea a chaebolist country. This sentence is really worthy of the name."

Lin Qian chuckled lightly, and his words were full of sarcasm.

"right!"

"You are right, we are a plutocratic country!"

"Boy, until now, you still don't know who we are?"

"I tell you, more than 70% of South Korea's annual GDP is generated by the family behind our six. It is our family that has given countless Koreans employment opportunities and given them a prosperous and stable life!"

"On this basis, we have some privileges, shouldn't we?"

Li Zhihao spread his hands. When he said this passage, his tone was full of what he should have done. He could hear that what he said just now was what he thought of himself.

"Sick!"

For Li Zhihao's answer, Lin Qian only gave him two words in reply.

"Whatever you say, whether it is sick or decay, it has nothing to do with you." Li Zhihao moved his head, and he gestured to Lin Qian with his gun-holding right hand: "Now, I change my focus. Now, not only do you have to crawl over on your knees, but I also want you to scream every time you kowtow that the Chinese are a bastard!"

"Hahaha, Brother Hao, your idea is great!"

"I'll record it for him later, such a wonderful video, you have to save it!"

"Hurry up, I'm already looking forward to it!"

...

After Li Zhihao said these words, he was immediately echoed by the few dudes around him. Even the many bodyguards behind Li Zhihao showed a little smile on their faces, and Zhang Qiang and others on Lin Qian’s side, they His eyes are cold in vain.

The bodyguards of Leidun Security are all elites who have retired from China's special forces. They have a firm belief in national honor. Nowadays, I hear people insulting their country, and many people are faintly exuding them. There was a little killing intent.

"Ha ha……"

"Looks pretty ugly, but thinks pretty beautiful."

"Just a gun..."

"Do you still want to shake the sky?"

There was no smile on Lin Qian's face at the moment. He responded with cold eyes, then raised his right hand and snapped his fingers at Zhang Qiang and others beside him.

With Lin Qian's snapping fingers, Zhang Qiang and others all moved.

"Click, click!"

They moved very neatly, and everyone touched their back waist with both hands at the same time, and then one after another the sound of the pistol being loaded in the empty underground parking lot.

Within three seconds before and after, all the bodyguards of Lei Dun security had two German P229 pistols, single and double guns, a total of nearly 80 pistols, all pointed at Li Zhihao and others in front of them.

For a moment, the audience was silent.

The smiles on the faces of Li Zhihao, Cui Zhehan, Yin Zhengyuan and others froze in vain, and the expressions on their faces seemed to have seen a ghost.

In addition, an inner fear spread from the bottom of their hearts to the whole body.

What kind of experience is it like being pointed at by eighty pistols?

Eighty black muzzles, the bullets in each muzzle can easily take their lives.

Originally, Li Zhihao had a lot of people and a gun in his hand, and he had the upper hand in terms of momentum. However, at this moment, the current situation has reversed in vain.

Although in the hands of Li Zhihao and others' bodyguards, there must be guns that have not yet been taken out, but Li Zhihao and others are very clear that even if they take out all the guns in their hands, they will definitely not exceed 20.

20 to 80...

The gap between the two is like a chasm!

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