Chapter 1190
Mr. Song clapped his hands twice and said with a smile: "You are absolutely right. Just like it is night now, the end of the night will be daytime."
"The same goes the other way around."
He continued: "The end of white is black. In our world, the day will always end on time, and the night will come as scheduled. This is the law, and no one can change it."
"The old era of Li Yaya has come to an end. What is the southern faction and what is the northern faction."
""Now is a new century, a new era, and new opportunities! "
"We have no enmity, Northern Silver Fox. I appreciate your mind. Join me and do it with me."
"In Luoyang, I can give you everything a man wants, money! Status! Rights! Women! You can choose anything you want."
"How about it?"
After saying that, Boss Song looked at the leader with a hopeful expression.
He didn't ask me to join him, and without even looking at me, he asked how the boss was doing.
He kept his head unmoved, looked at him, and said calmly: "Mr. Song, you are right. In the new era, the Northern Sect has declined, but how much do you know about the Northern Sect's background?"
Turning his head, he pointed at me and said, "One day, after the elders like Mr. Li and I die, as long as these young people are still around, and as long as there are a steady stream of new people joining, "Tou Tou" will always exist."
"Silver Fox said it well."
"So you are determined not to follow me anymore?"
The boss smiled and said: "I, Wang Xiansheng, entered the industry at the age of fifteen, became a soil worker at the age of seventeen, and became the leader of the Northern School at the age of twenty-one. In this life, except for one master, I have never worked with anyone, what do you think?"
Boss Song squinted his eyes, his eyes getting colder.
He was about to speak.
In the darkness, there was suddenly a "bang of gunfire!"
Don't know where the call came from?
The first bullet missed and directly shattered Santana's front windshield!
moment! Broken glass was scattered all over the floor!
Boss Song reacted very quickly, barely wasting a second. He quickly squatted down and hid on the other side of the car.
The two men took out two short guns directly from the passenger seat and raised them nervously, looking for targets.
Broken glass littered the floor.
I grabbed my head and ran to the side of the road, hid in the corner and kept breathing. At the same time, I nervously turned around to see who fired the gun. It was half a meter away at most, and it hit us!
"boom!"
Another shot! The front bumper of Santana was directly smashed!
On a dark village road.
I saw Yuan Bao shirtless, holding the shotgun that Mr. Li shot with both hands, the gun belt wrapped around his waist, and walking over with an indifferent expression.
Saw people.
At this time, the distance is only more than ten meters! The two men stood up, raised their guns, and started shooting, bang, bang, bang, three times!
"Ingots!"
Yuan Bao didn't hide, he was standing in the middle of the road like a living target!
One shot hit the left shoulder, and the other shot seemed to hit the right side of his abdomen. He was not wearing a shirt, and the blood was flowing down like water!
"Yuanbao, you're crazy! Get away!"
Yuan Bao was still expressionless, as if he had lost his sense of pain. He saw the opportunity and shot the opponent in the face!
The shotgun left by Mr. Li was so powerful that the man died on the spot!
The entire upper body was lying on the front hood of the car!
"Boss, get in the car quickly!"
He dragged Boss Song into the car, started the car, and heard the screeching sound of tires.
This man lowered his head and stepped on the accelerator to reverse the car! The dead man slipped to the ground.
Then the Santana, which had no windshield, fell over at a speed of seventy or eighty miles!
Yuan Bao fired two more shots, hitting the front hood of the car, causing sparks to fly.
After chasing for more than ten steps with a gun on his back, Yuan Bao suddenly fell to the ground and became motionless.
Me and Boutou rushed over as fast as we could.
Turn the ingot over and take a look.
The shoulder was better, but the wound on his lower abdomen was shocking. There was a black hole around the bullet hole, the skin and flesh were turned out, and bleeding continued. I seemed to see the small intestine.
I took off my clothes. He pressed hard on his wound and said with frightened eyes: "Hurry up and find a doctor! Yuanbao is going to die!"
