Rural Shennong

Master Fuji's speed was not uncommon. There were only a dozen people in front of him who had approached the window at the earliest, and the window had already been opened, and several people jumped out.

Just when Master Teng thought he could escape, the people who just jumped out suddenly flew back upside down.

One of them fell at his feet, his chest collapsed, his face was pale, and he seemed to be dying.

He froze at the window, staring dumbfounded at the masked black-clothed woman who made the shot just now, and a group of members of the Holy Spirit team standing behind the black-clothed woman, led by Angel City Holy Spirit team executive Chris.

Haoyang is here, how could Li Liting not come, she was the one who made the move just now.

If it was before, Chen Ping would still hide it a little bit, and would not let the masters he brought show up in public, so as not to fall into the eyes of interested people and accidentally reveal his identity.

Now that the dragon's blood organization knows of his existence, what is he afraid of.

Chen Ping smiled softly: "Old man, I have already laid a net of heaven and earth, and you still want to run away?"

Master Teng's head was covered with cold sweat. You must know that the person who fell at his feet was also a master-level master. Even if he was weaker than him, he was not much weaker. He was not the enemy of the woman in black.

He ran out of the window, and the end was not going to be any better.

The older you get, the more you are afraid of death. This sentence could not be more appropriate for Mr. Teng. He twisted his neck stiffly, took a look at the hall full of corpses like a sea of ​​blood hell, and knelt down on his knees with a "plop". on the ground.

"Er, Mr. Er, I know I was wrong, please spare my life."

"I'm a grandmaster, I still have some prestige in Angel City Chinatown, I'm still useful!"

Chen Ping stood up and walked slowly to his side: "You used to rely on the old to sell the old, and I have given you a chance because I don't have the same knowledge as you."

"But you actually played dirty with me, and implicated so many innocent people."

"You must die today, even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes, he will not be able to save you!"

Hearing this, Master Teng's eyes flashed a fierce and fierce light, and he suddenly became violent, and punched Chen Ping in the chest.

Not only did his punch explode very suddenly, but it was also as fast as lightning. There were also a few blue spikes in the cleft of the fist, which looked like a vicious weapon infected with poison.

Chen Ping was too close to him, as if he didn't expect him to be dying, and he didn't even react at all.

Master Teng's face was ferocious and crazy, even if he died, he would take Chen Ping as a backstop: "Go to hell!"

In the blink of an eye, that fist hit Chen Ping's chest.

Just listen to "click!"

Master Teng's fist seemed to hit a titanium alloy wall, and the thorns on the seam of the fist were broken. Then his fist also hit Chen Ping, and his flesh was bloody.

Those broken spikes were all inlaid on his fist.

Lord Teng let out a shrill scream, and was sent flying by the force of the shock that erupted from Chen Ping.

Before he got up, his face was stained with a layer of black and blue, obviously poisoned.

A mouthful of dirty blood oozed from the corner of Master Teng's mouth, and his face was full of remorse and resentment: "I'm dead, you...don't even think about living alone!"

At noon, Chen Ping slaughtered so many people in broad daylight, it can be said that he was insane.

They are different from the slaves on the beach. Those people are basically smuggled people without legal status. Before the route was different, it was difficult for Citigroup to send them away.

So the police in Angel City turned a blind eye and closed their eyes, regardless of whether those people lived or died.

Mr. Fuji and the others are different. Although they are also Chinese, they all have legal status and residency rights. Many of them even have green cards and belong to Chinese Citigroups.

Chen Ping dared to massacre in such a big way, Citigroup would never let him go.

As if to verify Master Fuji's words, a group of police officers ran up to the door as soon as he finished speaking.

The team leader happened to be the police officer that Mr. Fuji had bribed all the year round.

Master Teng has been poisoned so deeply that he is speechless, but he still stares at Chen Ping with eyes full of resentment and pleasure.

However, at the next moment, the police officer's words made Mr. Teng drag Chen Ping's wish to die together into the abyss.

"Mr. Er, these mobs didn't do you any harm, did they?"

Chen Ping said calmly: "Of course not. Our Holy Spirit team is all dispatched. These evildoers dare to violently resist the law. They are simply seeking their own death!"

The police officer said in a deep voice: "On behalf of all the kind people in Angel City and those poor people who were forced to go to sea, I would like to thank Mr. Er and the Holy Spirit team for their contributions."

Chen Ping glanced at Master Teng with a half-smile, "You're welcome, this is what I should do."

Master Fuji understood.

Chen Ping is doing the public good for his own benefit.

A while ago, they forced the Chinese slaves to go to the sea, which caused such a big commotion and caused a great commotion.

There are still many media reporters tracking and interviewing here in the old street.

Apparently, Chen Ping was using the relationship of the Holy Spirit Team and regarded them as the culprits, and asked them to give an explanation to the protesting people and the media.

But they spent so many lives and plotted these plots to deal with Chen Ping. Now they won't lose money by stealing chickens. Instead, they let Chen Ping lead their army instead, and let them spend their lives in it.

The poison was rampant, and the anger was overwhelming. The seriously injured Mr. Fuji could no longer suppress the injury, and closed his eyes with endless regret.

Sure enough, as he expected, the big commotion here quickly attracted a large number of media reporters wandering around the old street.

Smelling the strong smell of blood, seeing the broken walls of the Hongfu Restaurant, and the corpses lifted out of the restaurant, the reporters were stunned.

"What happened here?"

"Oh my god, is that Mr. Teng, a member of the old Chinatown district? Why is he dead?"

"Tragedy, this will be a tragedy that will shock the whole country!"

As soon as Sergeant Murdoch came out, he was surrounded by reporters. More than a dozen microphones were like javelins, almost hitting his nostrils.

The noise in his ears was like countless flies, making his head dizzy: "Quiet, be quiet!"

"These people are all members of illegal gangs in the old district."

"Before, they forced many Chinese people who illegally smuggled to Angel City without passports to risk their lives."

"We had sufficient evidence, and with the support of the Holy Spirit team, we came to round them up and wanted to give an explanation to the people of Angel City."

"But they resisted the law violently!"

Murk babbled and said a lot. The general meaning is that the security of Angel City is good, the people are happy, the guards are glorious, and justice may be late, but it will not be absent.

A reporter asked unwillingly: "I just saw Er Dongping, the owner of the Kangji seafood chain restaurant, why is he okay?"

Murdoch explained: "After our investigation, the seafood of Kang Kee Seafood Restaurant is not obtained by squeezing the bottom Chinese people to catch the sea."

"They have a sea fishing fleet escorted by master-level experts, and they can go to sea safely."

"If you don't believe it, you can wait at the pier and see their sea fishing fleet return with a full load."