The personal doctor of the beautiful president

Seeing Su Qing throwing a grenade, everyone didn't take it seriously and were still laughing.

Especially Brother Pingtou, with an exaggerated tone, simulating the sound of an explosion:
"Boom, bang, bang!"

"Oh!"

A loud noise sounded in the workshop, followed by a dusty scene.

Since everyone came out holding a wrench and stuck in traffic to ask for money, there were no casualties in the workshop.

They witnessed this scene with their own eyes, and they were all terrified.

Growing up so big, I have only seen explosion scenes in movies, but I have learned a lot today.

It turned out that the explosion was so terrible.

If I'm still in the workshop, I'm afraid I'm missing an arm and a leg, or even my life is not guaranteed, right?
"Why are you carrying bombs?" Someone asked tremblingly.

Han Xingye replied: "Sorry, professional habits.

To be reasonable, it's normal for you to bring a wrench for car repairs. When we come to fight, it's okay to bring a grenade. "

My God, this man is so unreasonable.

Can a wrench be the same as a grenade?

"You guys are playing for real, you're screwed." Brother Pingtou fell into a state of incomparable anger after being extremely shocked.

He quickly took out his cell phone and made two calls.

"Brother Hang, someone is here to make trouble, I am your territory, and they made it clear that they will not give you face.

They also carry grenades on them, they are dangerous people..."

"Master Feng, the car you parked here was blown up. They were very arrogant and said that it was your car that was blown up."

After the phone call, Brother Pingtou commanded his subordinates: "Take the guy and beat me to death.

Wait, this woman, save her life, I am useful. "

In the past, when he gave an order, all the brothers under his command rushed forward, fearing that they would fall behind and be unable to survive the hand addiction.

But now facing Han Xingye and Su Qing, their feet seemed to have taken root on the ground, and they couldn't even move half a step.

Brother Du San, what joke are you talking about? Where did you find the courage to say something that would save your life?

Shouldn't she keep us alive?

This woman took out two grenades, detonated one, and now she still holds one in her hand.

Whose head is iron, dare to hit the muzzle of the gun.

Is it bad to live?
This kind of people who come out to hang out are all good brothers of Shunfeng, MMP of Nifeng, who will really work hard for you.

Brother Pingtou saw that his subordinates were cowardly, so he couldn't help cursing: "When drinking normally, everyone blows loudly, but now when something happens, they all turn into cowards.

What's the use of me raising you bunch of trash? "

After being scolded by the Pingtou brother, all the subordinates lowered their heads and drooped their faces.

Someone murmured in a low voice: "You are not afraid of death, you rush up by yourself."

Brother Pingtou scolded even more fiercely: "If I rush up, why should I support you?"

Han Xingye couldn't stand it any longer, and tried to reason with his subordinates: "The brother you keep calling me is the cannon fodder you sent me to die?"

The way these subordinates looked at Brother Pingtou became a little complicated.

Too bad, people's hearts are scattered, and the team is not easy to lead.

Brother Pingtou's face turned pale: "Don't sow discord."

"Facts speak louder than words. If you are not convinced, you can rush forward."

Brother Pingtou is just reckless, but not stupid. After seeing the explosion scene with his own eyes, how could he dare to rush forward.

"Don't be complacent, someone is coming to clean you up." Brother Pingtou said viciously, "The grass on the grave of the last one who dared to play tricks on the ground in Jiangcheng is already three meters high."

Soon, more than a dozen vans drove in.

"Brother Hang is here, you are dead."

After the van at the front stopped, Brother Pingtou hurried over, opened the door respectfully, nodded and bowed to a tall and thin middle-aged man who came down and said: "Brother Hang, you have to uphold justice for me. ah."

"Du San'er, don't worry, I, Zheng Hang, are known for being fair in the Jianghu. As long as you are a brother who helps me with things, you will not suffer."

Zheng Hang's face was very thin, and his eyes were dark. He looked like a cruel and merciless person, definitely not a good person.

He glanced at the bombed-out workshop, frowned and asked, "Who did it?"

"It's them." Brother Pingtou pointed at the three of Han Xingye, and said emphatically: "They want to replace the overlord tire and don't pay them. I warned them again and again that I was covered by you, Brother Hang, but they said that it was Hang who was blown up." Brother's place."

Zheng Hang's face was livid, and he asked Han Xingye, "You really said that?"

Han Xingye replied: "From the objective facts, no. But if you insist on understanding it this way, there is no problem."

"Good, good, good." Zheng Hang said three good words in succession.

"No one has ever dared to speak like that in front of me. You are the first." Zheng Hang's smile was particularly sinister: "Maybe you have a certain background in your city, but I want to tell you, this is Jiangcheng."

While speaking, dozens of people got out of more than a dozen vans, all wearing uniform security uniforms and holding weapons in their hands.

There's tasers, there's tranquilizer guns, there's real ones from undercover sources.

This is not at the same level as the blunt weapons such as wrench and hammer used by Brother Pingtou's men.

Zheng Hang opened a professional security company. Those who are able to do this line of work have no background and connections, so don't even think about it.

Those who dared to make trouble under his nose, there would be a few from time to time, and the end would be miserable without exception.

Now he brought dozens of people with weapons and surrounded the three of Han Xingye, seeming to crush them without any suspense.

"I, Zheng Hang, have always been fair in dealing with things. I don't like to kill everyone. If you show an attitude that satisfies me, maybe you can save a dog's life." Zheng Hang said loudly:
"I won't play tricks with you anymore, if you can afford a Rolls-Royce, it means you have a certain financial strength.

[-] million, you can live, but you have to keep your hands.

[-] million, you can buy one hand.

Leave one billion, and I will pretend that nothing happened, and you can leave immediately. "

At this time, another car drove in.

The young man who got out of the car just heard this sentence, and said with a smile: "Zheng Hang, are you poor and crazy?"

"Master Feng, why are you here?" Zheng Hang's sinister smile suddenly became innocent and warm.

"I heard that my car was bombed, I'll take a look."

"They did it." Brother Pingtou pointed at Han Xingye and said.

Zheng Hang said: "Young Master Feng, I don't need you to take care of this matter, I'll take care of it for you."

"I don't know how you plan to cook?" Another person stepped out from Feng Shao's car, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and the sleeve of his left hand was empty.

Zheng Hang's eyelids were twitching, and his heart was about to squeeze into his throat: "My God, it's Young Master He, what wind brought you here?"