Suddenly, the young man felt that the anger hidden in his body suddenly turned into a heat that eroded his whole body.
As the young man took a step forward, he saw a strong flame rising from his swinging arms and body.
But this flame did not burn the ground or the furnishings passing by.
The young man felt that he had seen it wrong, but as he came to the door, he saw the tattoo on the strong man in the black vest holding the steel pipe. This time, what filled his heart was not fear of the tattoo, but anger.
"You! Damn it!"
Suddenly, the young man's feet hit the ground, and a dark footprint had just fallen. Before the young man's knife hit the strong man who was going upstairs, the flaming sword flew out and slammed into the chest of the man who came up.
The sharp flames burned the tattooed man's vest and chest skin, burning the three-inch wound until it was black.
Ahhhh!
Amidst the strong man's screams, the young man dropped his knife and stabbed straight into the opponent's chest.
Immediately, the strong man's chest was quickly burned black by the flames.
In just one breath, the strong man stiffened and fell down, rolling down the stairs.
The young man was horrified to find that the body of the charred person in front of him quickly turned into pitch-black charcoal. The heavy force of the fall caused the other person's body to shatter on the spot, and the remains of his clothes turned into black dust, which was scattered everywhere. One place.
"me!"
The boy's mind went blank for a moment, and he subconsciously looked at his hands. The flames that had just been born out of anger slowly weakened. Then the young man felt that his body was extremely weak and his legs were a little weak, as if he had run three thousand meters ten times without being allowed to rest.
The boy's legs were weak and he put his arms on the railing on the left side of the door. The handle of the fruit knife in his hand hit the railing and softened, and the charred dregs fell to the ground like crackers.
The boy's mind was in chaos, but he suddenly woke up when he heard the shouts coming from below and the warning sound of deliberately hitting the iron railings with steel pipes.
"Fuck, who are the people above? If you dare to touch our brothers, do you want to die!"
"Just wait, our Pei brothers are here to get you!"
If you have ever heard someone scolding you, as an ordinary citizen, the young man is certainly not as tough as these people because there is no one to stand up for them. But today, my house was kicked open, and I personally killed two gang members.
The fear I once had was released because of the few cuts just now.
Hearing this kind of scolding again at this time, different thoughts popped into the young man's mind.
What he heard from the shouting was the voice of fear, sternness, and guilt.
"It turns out you are scared too."
With this thought in mind, the boy kicked the steel pipe that fell beside him down the stairs. The sound of the steel pipe rolling down caused the two people below to yell.
After the young man came to his senses, instead of continuing to call for help on the other side in fear like before, he turned his head and ran towards the stairs.
The young man quickly came to the top of the building, where he often came to warm up after getting up and washing up. Then he would run a lap downstairs and come here to warm up before going home to end the day's exercise.
Having looked at the surrounding terrain countless times, when the boy was thinking about escaping, all the memories he had ever thought about came to mind.
So the young man turned over and rushed to the roof of a nearby building, and went down the stairs next to him.
The follow-up people couldn't find anyone in the house, and they were instantly shocked when they saw only the body.
And the quality of these people was worse than the boy imagined.
After the young man ran out from another building, because there was no blood on his body, even though he didn't control his expression well and looked nervous, he was still not noticed by anyone.
So after the boy rushed out, he secretly rode a passerby's bicycle on the side of the road and quickly headed towards the newspaper office where his mother was.
I glanced at it from a distance and saw that my mother's electric car downstairs was not moving at all. The editor-in-chief, who usually wore old clothes, was dressed up, driving a luxury car rented by another person in the newspaper office, and was talking in front of him.
"Xiao Wang, didn't I tell you not to interfere with things that shouldn't be yours? Xiao Li offended someone and was taken away. He deserved it. Don't make any principled mistakes. You will also be taken away by then. , I won’t save you!”
Hearing this, the young man's mind buzzed.
Until the editor-in-chief drove all the way around, blocked the young man in front of him, and honked the horn vigorously to remind the young man to leave quickly.
And the boy also woke up.
He left the bicycle where he was, turned around, opened the door at the back of the car, and rushed in.
"Young man, what are you doing! Get out of here, or I'll call the police!"
"Call the police!?" The young man suddenly became furious. He grabbed the back of the old man's neck and pushed forward hard, hitting the driver's seat in front of the car.
Boom!
The young man hit the old man so hard that his forehead turned dark red and bloodshot eyes gushed out.
"You have the nerve to tell me to call the police!" The boy gritted his teeth. After getting angry, strength that was not for his age surged out of his body.
Holding the old man's neck, the young man cursed angrily: "Beast, tell me, where is my mother?"
"Ahem!" the editor scolded: "It turns out you are a little beast. Why do I say you look so familiar? I should have killed you just now!"
Bang!
The boy once again grabbed the other person's neck and hit him hard. After several consecutive blows, the editor finally began to beg for mercy.
"Stop fighting, I said, I said!"
The boy stopped and asked the other party to drive directly over.
Then the old man stepped on the accelerator and flicked, sending the young man behind him rolling backwards with the recoil.
Then the editor-in-chief rushed out with his head covered with blood and shouted: "Just wait to die! If you offend the gang, your whole family will be dead! I'm not afraid to tell you, someone from your dad's side also went over to do it, and then your whole family will be dead." Die!"
The editor shouted and rushed onto the road.
Boom!
A car on the side of the road knocked the old man away more than ten meters and rolled into the uncorrected weeds on the side of the road.
squeak~
The car braked and stopped, but it was already about ten meters away.
The boy covered his arms and rushed out of the car. He was angry and powerless when he saw that the people he could find were in trouble.
He looked around and found the car under the editorial office. He kicked open the iron nails under the chain that locked the car on the roadside. He rode the car in the direction he remembered and hurriedly drove towards the direction of the gang. .
At this moment, the young man felt vaguely how powerful he was. He tried his best to rush in that direction, as long as he could get to that place...
An hour.
Near a relatively remote town in the county.
The large warehouse was brightly lit, with several off-road vehicles parked at the door and a large number of corpses lying at the door. Several men with rifles in their arms pointed their guns at the gang leader, making him kneel in front of the other man.
