I am the Great Protector of the Soldier King

When the car drove out of the strange rock beach section and was about to enter the Chengnan Bridge, Zhu Qingyu saw two business cars blocked at the other end of the bridge from a distance. There were more than 20 people standing around the cars, holding swords, guns, bows and arrows and other weapons. .

Zhu Qingyu yelled "no," and told the car to stop and turn around.

The fruit seller understood clearly, and immediately braked hard, causing a "vehicle tail swing". Then he turned the steering wheel to the left, and the minivan turned around and roared towards the Outer Ring East Road.

On the other hand, the people in the car were shaking badly. Two people had fallen into the car due to the sudden braking.

"Look in the rearview mirror, you see they are catching up! Speed ​​up!" Zhu Qingyu ordered loudly.

The fruit seller calmly pulled the gear lever to fifth gear and stepped on the accelerator. Exclamations came from the car behind him from time to time.

The road surface of Huandong Road in Border City is narrow and has many curves. Zhu Qingyu looked at the speedometer and saw that it had reached 90 kilometers per hour.

Behind, two commercial vehicles followed at a distance, probably traveling at about the same speed. If this continues, I wonder how long this truck can last.

After fighting all night, Zhu Qingyu felt a little tired, not to mention the others. Moreover, judging from the current situation, the Qinglong Gang is still frequently intercepting Guo Yinglong after he was taken away by the Chengnan Police Station. It seems that they are determined to kill people and silence him. This shows that the Qinglong Gang is not only huge in power, but also cruel in their methods.

There are pursuers now, and the situation is critical. Zhu Qingyu thought to himself that it would not matter if the sky fell on him alone, but it would be difficult for these injured people and eight witnesses to escape. If they fell into the hands of the Qinglong Gang, all their previous efforts would be wasted, and the whole night's work would be in vain.

To be on the safe side, Zhu Qingyu took out his mobile phone and dialed 110.

"110? My name is Zhu Qingyu, a security guard at the Wanfu City construction site. Our minivan was being followed by two commercial vehicles on East Huan Road. There were more than a dozen people in our vehicle. We are in critical condition. We are asking for support! Yes, we are traveling along the south side of the city. Head towards the north of the city along East Ring Road. What? Hold on for ten minutes? Okay."

"Don't panic, they can't follow up. My car has a full tank of gas and I can run all day without any problem." The fruit seller replied calmly.

Zhu Qingyu already admired the fruit seller's driving skills, but when he saw how calm he was, he admired his courage even more. So Zhu Qingyu asked: "Master, what's your surname? Have you been in business for many years?"

The fruit seller stared straight ahead and replied without changing his expression: "My name is Zhao Maohai. I am from Zhaojiashan Village in the south of the city. I have been running the fruit business for more than ten years."

"Oh, do you know Zhao Maolei?"

"He is my cousin, the son of my third uncle's family."

"Oh, no wonder Zhao Maolei looks similar to you. He is now working as a security guard in Wanfu City and is a brother of our security department."

"Maolei told me about Wanfu City. You must be that Zhu Qingyu. Your skills are amazing. Don't worry, I will risk my life to send you out today!"

The minivan roared forward. Fortunately, there were fewer vehicles on Huandong Road. When the vehicles saw a truck driving so crazy, they stopped to give way for fear that the truck would hit their own cars.

However, there was a dirt truck lying on the road not far ahead. Zhao Maohai shouted "It's broken!", stepped on the brakes, slowed down, and parked the car aside.

"It seems that we can't escape today, we have to fight hard!" Seeing this, Zhu Qingyu opened the door and got out of the car.

The two brothers from the Zuo family who were security guards in the carriage also jumped out.

"Everyone in the car gets out of the car. No one is allowed to get up without my order!" Zhu Qingyu shouted.

All eight deaf-mute people in the car climbed out. Li Zhengfeng and Xiao Luo wanted to join the battle, but their wounds were so painful that they had to give up.

But Zhao Maohai got out of the car and pulled a bright machete and two one-meter-long and six-cent thick steel pipes from under the car seat.

Zuo Dingjun and Zuo Dingmin took the steel pipe handed over by Zhao Maohai and put on a fight-to-the-death stance.

Two commercial vehicles screeched to a stop ten meters away, and more than 20 people came up with various equipment. The person taking the lead is no one else, but the security guard of Yinglong Labor Service Company - the "brass-armed iron rope shadowless knife" - the man in black!

Zhu Qingyu felt bad, it seemed that he was in some trouble today. It's not that Zhu Qingyu is afraid of him, but that his side's combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced today, and he is dragging a car full of useless people. It is a bit difficult to protect these people.

At this time, three big men with big swords also got off the ballast truck in front. The men and horses at both ends moved closer to the middle, trying to attack from the front and back.

"Master Zhao, Zuo Dingjun, Zuo Dingmin, the three of you are responsible for the three in front, and I am responsible for the people in the back." Zhu Qingyu divided the work and prepared for war.

The man in black is still a man in black. Except for a pair of blazing eyes that can see everything, no trace of his skin color can be seen.

"Senior, we meet again today." Zhu Qingyu said with his hands clasped in fists.

"Serve others' bowls and obey their orders. I can't help myself today." After saying this, the man in black held a shadowless knife and opened his posture.

"Haha, you brought a lot of people. It seems you want to kill us all." Zhu Qingyu said with a smile.

"That's not necessarily the case. Just use your Kung Fu. Victory or defeat is a common thing for a military strategist. Are you afraid?"

"Huh-ha! Since I came to the border town, I, Zhu Qingyu, have never been afraid of anyone! It's just that I think you are also a security guard and you are already old. If I hurt you, I can't bear it!"

"Look at your tone, young man. No matter how good your skills are, don't underestimate your enemy. You have to be careful later."

Zhu Qingyu felt that there was something in the man in black's words. Could it be that the man in black had another master besides the man in black?

Zhu Qingyu's rear had already taken action. Zhao Maohai, Zuo Dingjun, and Zuo Dingmin were fighting with three giant men.

The man in black did not take action. He waved his hand and the people behind him swarmed forward. The sound of killing immediately shook the sky, and Zhu Qingyu was surrounded in the middle.

Zhu Qingyu was waiting for the opponent to gather. He used his palms to exert force, stepped on his feet, and moved along the surroundings. He only heard a series of crisp sounds of "pah, pah, pah, pah". The seven or eight people in front of the opponent had not yet been cut down with their swords. He fell to the ground.

The rest of the people were not afraid and moved forward bravely. Zhu Qingyu moved here and there, waiting for an opportunity to attack. The opponent only saw a shadow flashing in front of his eyes. The sword could not be cut, and the stick was in vain. In just a moment, several more people were hit in the palm. Fall down.

But under a camphor tree by the road, a man drew his bow and arrow. When Zhu Qingyu knocked down the man in front of him again, a sharp arrow shot out with a "whoosh".

Zhu Qingyu felt a bit of bone-piercing sharp energy coming towards him. He quickly dodged and stretched out his left hand, using his index and middle fingers to catch the incoming sharp arrow.

Zhu Qingyu tilted his head slightly and threw a backhand shot. The sharp arrow in his hand was reflected back in the original direction and pierced the man's throat.

Then, Zhu Qingyu launched a series of Ruyi Fists and Palms, and everyone around him fell to the ground.

Zhu Qingyu was a little proud: How about it, I didn’t use the immortal skills, but I still told you that there would be no return!

But he didn't know that a sniper further away stood under another street tree and raised a homemade rifle. At this time, the trigger was pulled.

"Bang!" A loud noise startled Zhu Qingyu.

Zhu Qingyu followed the sound and saw a rifle falling from the hand of the man holding the gun, and then the head was cut off by something like a rope, and he fell to the ground silently.