Han Zong: Starting from the Undercover New World

When Lin Wei opened the warehouse door, two machetes came to meet him.

Everything in front of him quickly slowed down, even slower than ever before.

At this moment, he even felt that the whole world seemed to slow down by more than double.

The sharp blade brushed in front of him, and the ferocious face of the enemy in front of him seemed to be frozen in mid-air, but he just took a step back and flung his backhand horizontally.

The baseball bat turned into light and shadow, and one person's head was severely injured, and he slanted away. Lin Wei wasn't sure if he had killed someone, but the speed at which his heart was beating made his eyes seem to be blindfolded. Layer blood red.

"die!"

His burst of shouts seemed to ignite a bomb, and for a while, the chaotic shouts in the field were like a concerto from hell.

Lin Wei kicked out suddenly, and the other person in front of him bent down like a shrimp, and he jumped to his knees without holding back his hands.

When his knee touched the cheek of the person in front of him, he faintly heard the sound of bones breaking.

But he never stopped.

I even forgot the name of my target for a while.

He was just like a tiger joining a pack of wolves, swinging a club, his arms and legs chopping people like a battle axe.

The baseball bat broke quickly, so he threw the bat aside and picked up a machete that had been dropped by someone.

He doesn't use a machete to slash people, it's only used to block the opponent's weapon, but the power of his fists and feet is not inferior to the weapon in his hand, every time he attacks, someone will lie down.

There was no sound, no screams, all Lin Wei could hear were his fiery panting and the rapid beating of his heart, like the rumbling of a war drum.

"Brother Zhenyong! Run!"

Lin Wei was woken up suddenly—it was Brother Zhenyong, which instantly cleared his confused brain. He gasped and looked around, and the battle situation had become clear.

The number of enemies was more than double that of his, but at this moment, looking around, they were all familiar familiar people still shouting, chasing and killing them.

But those Nanmen Sect people, like timid and incompetent lambs, fled miserably and wailed. Judging from the number of people, they were far from the time to be defeated.

Lin Wei's eyes met the eyes of one person.

Huang Dayong.

Huang Dayong just made eye contact with him, and subconsciously let go of the machete in his hand. Most of his head was wrapped with thick gauze, but even so, Lin Wei could see the fear on his face.

It's like watching some incredible ghosts and gods.

No, not just him.

Lin Wei looked around, and anyone who made eye contact with him, whether enemy or friend, subconsciously looked away.

"Where is Zhang Zhenyong!"

Lin Wei stared at Huang Dayong and asked angrily.

And Huang Dayong subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him.

A middle-aged man with a scar on his face.

The middle-aged man's face changed, and finally, he just stared at Lin Wei fiercely, and stretched his hands behind his waist.

Lin Wei's expression also changed.

Time slowed down again, his hand quickly touched his waist, obviously later than Zhang Zhenyong started the action, but he took out the pistol Ding Qing gave him first, buckled the safety, and pulled the bolt , three points and one line.

Zhang Zhenyong is still pulling the bolt of the gun a little strangely at the moment - Lin Wei has not touched too many firearms in his vigilante career, but the pistol is obviously the type he has touched the most.

At this moment, the extremely clear brain under the nerve overload told Lin Wei everything he should do.

It's like shooting a target.

"boom!"

The muzzle flames and violent sounds echoed in the empty and abandoned warehouse.

The sound of fighting in the arena suddenly became quieter, and then with the second gunshot, it became silent for a moment.

"boom!"

Lin Wei pressed the trigger again.

The rough and low-quality pistol is probably a handmade product from nowhere. Lin Wei's first shot aimed at Zhang Zhenyong's arm, but the bullet flew to nowhere. The second shot he just shot by feeling, but was lucky to hit Zhang Zhenyong's arm. Hit Zhang Zhenyong's palm.

The pistol in Zhang Zhenyong's hand fell to the ground. He screamed and tried to bend down to pick it up.

"Anyone who doesn't want to die, get the hell out!"

Lin Wei shouted loudly and rushed forward.

Huang Dayong was the first to escape—then followed by the second, and the third, as if someone took the lead, and everything became logical.

Zhang Zhenyong, who was originally protected by everyone, was completely exposed in front of Lin Wei.

"Bang!" Lin Wei fired a third shot.

Because the shot was close enough, he accurately hit Zhang Zhenyong's shoulder.

Zhang Zhenyong, who had bent down to pick up the gun, uttered another scream. Because of the impact of the bullet, he fell to one side and lay on the ground, struggling to roll and crawl.

Lin Wei passed by Huang Dayong's side.

He raised his hands tremblingly, but after Lin Wei glanced at them, he quickly put them down again, and squatted on the ground with his hands covering his head.

"Anyone in the Nanmen sect who doesn't want to die should squat down for me!"

Lin Wei was inspired.

As a result, a large number of people from the Nanmen Sect simply squatted, or simply lay on the ground.

All kinds of weapons fell to the ground with clangs.

Those who were still standing at the north gate also recovered from the fighting mood, and belatedly began to make people lie down, put their weapons away and put them aside.

Zhang Zhenyong was still struggling, reaching for the pistol.

But one foot stepped on the pistol one step faster.

He looked up and saw Lin Wei's condescending face.

The two had never met, and even at this moment, he didn't know Lin Wei's name.

"Xiba." Zhang Zhenyong cursed in a low voice, gave up struggling, clutched his right hand, and panted heavily.

Lin Wei grabbed his collar and lifted him up: "Zhang Zhenyong?"

Zhang Zhenyong, who was still full of ferocity on his face, glared at Lin Wei: "Who the hell are you!"

"I'm from the Northern Gate School, Lin Wei from the Ding Qing Group! Do you remember? You son of a bitch!" Lin Wei punched him in the face fiercely.

Quan Feng grazed his cheek, causing a cut on Zhang Zhenyong's face in an instant.

Blood gurgled out, but Zhang Zhenyong just groaned, and squeezed out a voice from between his teeth: "This time it's my fault, Xiba, what do you want!?"

He realized that this time he really lost completely - damn it, he didn't even see Ding Qing's face, and he was defeated by his subordinates.

But until now, Zhang Zhenyong still failed to realize the seriousness of the situation.

"Coincidentally, I'm curious too. Big head!" Lin Wei grabbed his collar and abruptly pulled this man who also looked 1.8 meters tall.

The big head behind him ran over panting: "Brother?"

"take away."

Lin Wei glanced around, still holding a pistol in his other hand.

"Who's the second in command?"

No one said anything.

Lin Wei turned to look at Huang Dayong: "How many people are on top of you?"

Huang Dayong didn't say a word, but his eyes quietly glanced aside.

"Xiba!" A shout rang from beside his ears, but Lin Wei just quickly turned his arm, pointed the pistol at the man, and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

After a loud bang, the man who was about to stand up while cursing angrily knelt down on the ground clutching his chest in horror.

Lin Wei looked around indifferently. Except for those from the North Gate School and Zhang Zhenyong who was walking out under the pressure of the big head, almost all the people from the South Gate School were lying on the ground: "Who else is there?"

Huang Dayong just stared blankly at the former elder brother who was struggling to make no sound, and swallowed his saliva.

Until the muzzle of the gun touched his head: "I'm asking you something."

"No more! No more! They're all dead!" Huang Dayong yelled in a sharp voice like a woman.

"Fuck you, Huang Dayong!" a person from the Nanmen sect next to Huang Dayong shouted angrily.

Lin Wei just moved the gun.

"You have a fucking kind of fight."

"boom."

Lin Wei's pistol roared again.

patter.

The sound of water sounded.

Huang Dayong's legs were trembling, and he could hardly keep kneeling on the ground, and his crotch was wet in the blink of an eye.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! I'll listen to you, Brother, Brother Lin!" Huang Dayong almost crawled to Lin Wei's feet.

Lin Wei put away the pistol with a blank expression, pressed the safety button, picked up the pistol under his feet, and skillfully opened the magazine to check it.

"Transport the dead to the car, clean up the warehouse, Cui Yonghao!"

Lin Wei called out again.

Cui Yonghao staggered over - he seemed to have suffered a lot, and his clothes were much torn.

"Can it still work?" Lin Wei looked at him.

Cui Yonghao's face flashed with excitement: "Brother, I'm fine, it's all skin trauma!"

"Take a few people, watch them work, clean up here, and I'll pick you up later." Lin Wei instructed, handing Zhang Zhenyong's pistol to him.

Cui Yonghao's hands were shaking, but he still took the pistol and said loudly, "I promise you won't make mistakes!"

"It's full of magazines. I don't believe that the Nanmen sect has so many tough bones."

Lin Wei glanced behind him coldly, Huang Dayong immediately answered in a trembling voice: "I know, I can clean up, I know how to do it, brother! Brother!"

At this time, the people of Nanmen Sect who were still on the ground were all terrified.

Lin Wei took out the cigarette case, put one in his mouth, put another one in for Cui Yonghao, and threw the other one on Huang Dayong - he was still kneeling on the ground at this moment.

Regardless of the cigarette falling to the ground, Huang Dayong hurriedly picked it up with his trembling hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

Lin Wei lighted himself and Cui Yonghao first, then squatted down, and after lighting Huang Dayong, patted his face with his hand: "I like your knowledge of current affairs."

There was a smile on Huang Dayong's face, even though the smile was a bit ugly, he still tried to say in a humble tone: "Brother, thank you."

He had a cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't even dare to take a puff, he just held it in his mouth.

Lin Wei got up and exhaled a puff of smoke: "What the hell are you doing standing there? Waiting for the dead to stink?"

The people from the North Gate sect behind them started to move as if they had just woken up from a dream, and began to drag the immobile people out of the field.

Lin Wei never looked back.

It's just that after walking out of the warehouse, he was dazzled by the dazzling sunlight.

He stretched out his hand to cover his head, but he also found blood all over his palm.

Fortunately, none of the blood was his.

The big head stood next to a black car - this is Zhang Zhenyong's car, but now it doesn't belong to him.

"Brother, this car is better." The big head showed a smile that looked a bit naive to Lin Wei.

Lin Wei grinned: "It's pretty good."

He glanced at the distance, inside the van, Zhang Zhenyong was lying inside tied with hemp rope, his arms were still bleeding, and he stared at him with a cold and spiteful face.

Lin Wei just looked at him lightly for a moment, then waved.

"Big head, let's go."

"Brother!" Da Tou immediately responded loudly.

The black car drove to the port of Incheon with a van.

Lin Wei dialed the phone.

"Yo! Brother!"

Ding Qing's voice on the other end of the phone was still relaxed.

"Incheon port?"

"Warehouse No. 11, there are people at the door." Ding Qing said with joy in his voice, "It's done?"

"Zhang Zhenyong is still alive, I only left one named Huang Dayong, and my subordinate Cui Yonghao cleaned up the scene in the warehouse." After Lin Wei finished speaking, Ding Qing laughed loudly.

"Come on, come on, let me meet our boss, Boss Cheng has just arrived, come here soon!"

"Um."

Lin Wei hung up the phone, and leaned against the back seat of the car as if collapsed.

"Big head."

"Brother! I'm here."

"Is there any paper?"

After searching for a long time, I found some toilet paper in my trouser pocket.

After Lin Wei took it, he wiped it on his hands for a long time, but the dried blood did not fade away at all.

"Hey one west."

He simply threw the tissue out.

Blood-stained tissues disappeared from the car window.

And he simply opened the car window like this, allowing the strong wind outside the car to blow away the blood in his body and mess up his newly grown short hair.

It is dusk now.

Looking around, thousands of miles of burning clouds covered the sky, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell warmly on his body, but he felt a little cold because of the cooling sweat on his body.

"What a beautiful day."

he said.