Chapter 87 With such mediocre skills, you want to learn to be a killer? As soon as he entered the door, the doctor felt a gust of strong wind. His sixth sense, which had been between life and death for several times, prompted him to bend down subconsciously. state!!! A fire extinguisher flew over Peng's head, almost just brushing his scalp, and hit the door with a teeth-grinding sound. Peng leaned against the corner of the wall, but did not panic. Instead, he pushed the wall with his legs and flew out along the ground. Axe Jun stood at the end of the bed, holding a fruit knife in his hand, staring at Peng and asked, "Who sent you here?" "Xiang Yan or Lin Shixia?" In Axe Jun's opinion, the only people who have the motive and can send people to kill him at this time are none other than these two people. The latter discovered the truth about Lin Jinghong's death, while the former was worried about leaking the secret. As early as when the boy at the door was checking, Axe Jun had already woken up and pressed the pager on the bedside. After so many years in the underworld, he must have countless enemies. If he doesn't even have this little bit of vigilance, he might die without even knowing how he died. Now, Axe Jun only needs to wait until the doctor and the nurse come to check on him, and he will have escaped.
Therefore, we must use all means to delay time. Of course Peng knew that the most important thing now was time, so he didn't respond to Axe Jun at all. He held the scalpel and chopped at his neck. Axe Jun was not to be outdone and went forward with a fruit knife. Although Axe Jun injured his leg, his kung fu was not affected at all. In addition, the space in the ward was small and his steps did not play a big role, so his combat effectiveness was still guaranteed. The moment the fruit knife and the scalpel intersected, Peng felt a huge force coming, and he almost couldn't hold the scalpel, and his arm felt numb. After just one fight, he understood that Axe Jun's boxing and kicking skills were definitely better than his. If you go for it head-on, your chances of winning will definitely not exceed 30%! "With only these two mediocre skills, you want to learn how to be a killer?" “Why not find a stall selling fish balls?” "Who is so blind that he wants you to do something for him?" After Axe Jun realized the killer's strength, the heavy stone in his heart instantly fell to the ground, and he even started to tease him. He was confident that he could end the battle and kill the opponent within five rounds. Peng didn't say anything, just shook his head, reached his left hand into his arms, and took out an M1935 with a silencer, which is commonly known as the Browning High Power. He pressed the safety hammer and pulled the trigger at Wang Jun. After two gunshots, Axe Jun covered his heart, looked at the blood gushing out of his chest, and fell to the ground in pain, his eyes full of doubt and unwillingness... Since he set foot on this journey, Axe Jun had thought about the ending more than once, but he never expected it to be in a hospital ward... Thinking of this, Axe Jun opened his mouth wide and tried hard to say something. However, this action, which was usually very simple, was now extremely difficult. In the end, he said nothing. Seeing Axe Jun dying with his eyes wide open, Peng, who was already used to such scenes, was not too upset. He took out the axe he had prepared in advance and muttered to himself, "I'm a killer, not a Kung Fu movie star. If I don't use my gun, I'm really stupid..."
With the flash of the axe shadow, the five tigers of Xinji, the axe was sharp, and the bodies were separated. Since his debut, Wang Jun has been known for his fighting skills. With a sharp axe, he has killed countless people to reach his current position. Perhaps, no one could have imagined that he would die alone in the ward in this way. After finishing everything, Peng glanced at his watch and confirmed that it only took three minutes. He nodded with satisfaction, put on a large mask, and left as if nothing had happened. He happened to pass by the doctor and nurse who came to make rounds. "Is this the new doctor in the hospital? He looks quite handsome." The female nurse looked at Peng and whispered while biting her lip. "You are really a fickle person!" "This guy wrapped himself up so tightly that only his two eyes were exposed. Can you still tell that he is handsome?" "Hasn't my bravery just now satisfied you enough?" The doctor first curled his lips, then spoke with a lewd look on his face, and finally licked his lips, as if he was savoring the taste. "You are so brave!" "Even after taking the little blue pill, you still lost your weapon in a few minutes. I just started to feel it." "Moreover, you don't know the occasion when you do things. The pager in the VIP ward has already rung, but you still continue. Be careful or you will be scolded!" The young nurse rolled her eyes at the doctor and kept talking, obviously full of resentment. "What are you afraid of? I'm only five minutes late at most. I can just make up an excuse." Looking at the rolled up eyeballs, the doctor swallowed subconsciously, wondering what he was thinking about. The two chatted and laughed all the way and pushed open the door of the ward. What came into view was a quilt on the ground oozing with blood. Axe Jun, who was supposed to be lying on the bed, was nowhere to be seen. At the urging of the nurse, the doctor bravely stepped forward and lifted a corner of the quilt in order to be able to continue. A headless corpse came into view. "what!!!" Amid the nurse's screams, the doctor used his hands and feet to crawl out of the ward. At this time, Peng had taken off his white coat and turned into a college student wearing black-framed glasses and carrying a backpack. He walked to a Toyota Crown parked on the street, opened the back door, and sat in. "It's done, let's go." Hearing Peng's words, the driver nodded, started the car and left. Chai Wan Chinese Permanent Cemetery. Lin Zehao was wearing a black suit and had a heavy expression on his face. He stood in front of the tombstone of his younger brother who was beaten to death by Hutousha. Axe Jun's head was lying on the ground. Behind him stood dozens of younger brothers, all wearing black suits, standing straight, with solemn expressions, and not saying a word. "I have brought you Axe Jun's head. You can go with peace of mind. The society will take care of your family."
"If you really can't stand the loneliness, then you can carve out a large territory for the big boss down there. Then when we go down there in the future, the brothers in our society won't have to worry about the face of the King of Hell." "A real man stands tall and proud. He is a hero when alive and a hero even after death!" Several people died to help Lin Zehao take the bullet, so he was naturally not stingy. Not only did he take care of the funeral, he also gave each family one million yuan as a resettlement fee. Relatives who wanted to work in the community industry were arranged easy jobs, and as long as the children were able to go to school, Lin Zehao would pay for their tuition. Nowadays, no gang leader has ever been willing to spend so much money and do so many things for the dead idiots. People are all made of flesh and blood, and these family members are no exception. As a result, although the family members were sad, they were grateful to Lin Zehao and had no complaints at all. "Drink it, and then you can go on your way with peace of mind." After finishing speaking, Lin Zehao picked up the Moutai and poured it on the ground. After doing all this, a gust of wind suddenly blew up from the originally clear and cloudless sky. The wind was howling, as if telling something. Lin Zehao stretched out his hand, and the breeze gently caressed his fingertips, then gradually dissipated. Seeing this, Lin Zehao was silent for a while, took the sunglasses handed to him by Luo Tianhong, put them on, turned and left. At the same time, Sai Kung, Tseung Kwan O. Lin Huaile and Datou, along with their younger brothers, reached the door of an abandoned warehouse. "Bighead, are you sure the person is locked up here?" Lin Huaile asked in a low voice, leaning against the wall with the Black Star in his hand. "Yes, and I also know that there are no more than ten guards here." "That woman was locked up on the second floor." Big Head said this confidently, put the shotgun in his hand aside, wiped the sweat from his forehead, half lifted his clothes, revealing his snow-white belly. "Well, let's split up. You lead the men to take care of the guards, and I'll lead the men to climb up through the window to ensure her safety first." After Lin Huaile looked at the terrain, he thought for a moment and made a plan. "it is good." Big Head responded and, with a dozen people, tiptoed in through the door of the abandoned warehouse. (End of this chapter)