Reborn Tiger Poison Eater

The muzzle of the gun was hard and cold, with a greasy black gleam, it pressed against Yan San's jaw, pierced into the flesh, and cut his nerves of fear.You only need to pull the trigger lightly, and a merciless bullet will spin out of the gun chamber and shoot out at high speed, piercing the opponent's throat.The fragile aorta ruptured in an instant, and the blood was able to soar several meters high under the pressure. The arrogant head and neck that was raised high at the last moment would shatter into a fountain of red thick slurry in the next moment.

The handle of the gun was in Zhuo Yang's hand. Before that, he never thought that this hand, which is used to holding a paintbrush, would end a human life with vicious hatred.

With resentful souls under his hands, I am afraid it will be difficult to describe a pure and vivid painting... Heh, I will stay here, and I want so much...

It's just that the flashing god in this moment was caught by Yan Yaozong with a chance of survival. As death is approaching, people can always be stimulated to extraordinary potential.As Zhuo Yang's wrist holding the trigger moved slightly, Yan San turned his head violently, the bullet passed by his cheek, and a large piece of skin was cut off, half of the earlobe was blasted off, the wound was deep enough to show the bone, and the blood sprayed everywhere It splashed out and sprinkled Zhuo Yang's hands and body.

This crazy man was unwilling to die when victory was within easy reach, and he was even more unwilling to die at the hands of a yellow-haired boy of unknown origin.

Zhuo Yang didn't expect that he would miss his life-threatening blow, and without thinking about it, he immediately fired a second shot.Enduring the severe pain, Yan San leaped towards the back of the huge colonnade. The bullet caught up and pierced into the muscle obliquely from his shoulder. With a muffled "poof", Yan San staggered forward and fell to the ground.

Just when Zhuo Yang thought he had succeeded, he turned over again and got up in embarrassment, struggling to get out the pistol and preparing to fight back.Beyond the range of the shot, this shot is really reluctant.

The only two bullets were exhausted, but failed to kill the damned person, Zhuo Yang lowered his arms dejectedly, his heart was full of despair and anger.He hated himself for being weak and incompetent, unable to help Lao Yan predict the danger in advance, unable to protect Lao Yan at the critical moment, unable to protect Lao Yan's career left by him, and even wanting to die with his enemy, after all, it was a waste of time. Can't do it!

Old Yan, I'm really useless, I'm afraid I'll... betray your love...

With the first gunshot, the conference room exploded like boiling oil into water.The bodyguards guarding the door came in at the sound, each rushed to their own boss, divided into several camps and confronted each other with guns, and the scene was about to explode.

Those members of the Yan clan who were still well-dressed and sitting in their positions talking loudly just now, some were scared and hid under the table with their heads hugged, some took the opportunity to attack their rivals who disagreed with each other with black guns, and some quietly evacuated outside the door under the cover of bodyguards.The originally spacious and empty conference room became chaotic, with ghosts crying and wolves howling.

At this tense moment, a team of heavily armed police rushed in, stopped the rioting crowd, and cornered Yan Sanji's men.Ah Yi used his body to cover Zhuo Yang with red eyes behind his back, in case of accidents.

Inspector Guo, who led the police to control the scene, saw that the situation had stabilized slightly, and shouted at Yan San: "Yan Yaozong, you are accused of premeditating the injury of Yan Yaoqin, a Lidao man, and the murder of his son Yan Yuxing in an air crash. Now the police want to arrest you. Arrest, lay down your weapon immediately, put your hands behind your head. You have the right to remain silent, but what you say will be recorded as evidence in court..."

"Hahaha!" Yan San raised his hands in the air, laughing arrogantly with blood on his face, "Catch me? Come and catch me, I am not afraid! You will never find evidence, and you will never be able to convict me! Unless Mr. Yan Two, I can crawl back from the underworld, otherwise, who can prove that I have something to do with the assassination of Yan Yaoqin?"

Hearing what he said confidently, Zhuo Yang howled and snatched the pistol from Ah Yi, and swung it in Yan San's direction like an angry little beast.

Ayi broke out in a cold sweat, and held his hand with all his strength: "Young master, no! Don't mess around!" The two were panting heavily and held each other in a stalemate.

Suddenly, a thick male voice sounded outside the door, the tone was not high, but it easily overwhelmed the noise in the room: "I can!"

"I can prove all your crimes!"

Hearing this voice that was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar with it, Zhuo Yang trembled uncontrollably, even his teeth were chattering.Following the sound, he turned his stiff head and neck with difficulty, and stared blankly. The crowd separated like a receding tide, and a tall and resolute figure was coming steadily.

At the same time, Yan San was stupefied by this face - Mingming watched Yan Yaoqin's convoy drive into the tunnel, watched the bomb detonate, the sky collapsed, and everyone was blown into powder and buried deep in the ground.Why?Why is he still standing in front of him alive?

Is he... a human or a ghost?

Yan Yaozong glanced helplessly at the silent crowd around him, and laughed maniacally: "This is impossible! Impossible! This is a fake, it's all an illusion!" He roared at his subordinates who were gradually shrinking back, " What are you afraid of, it’s not real, no! It’s all an illusion! Yan Yaoqin is dead, terribly dead, you all believe me, you must believe me!”

Seeing that no one responded, he staggered two steps, and looked at the surrounding policemen with dull eyes: "Hey, I understand, you must be playing tricks, you deliberately got someone to pretend to be Yan Yaoqin, trying to trick me? It's not that easy! I won't be fooled! Hahaha, I won't be fooled!"

Seeing him say such nonsense, the Yan family who followed him for profit finally understood that Yan San was completely insane, and he could no longer deliver what they had promised. The pedestrians were panicked and frightened, and their legs went limp. Kneeling down on the ground, begging in pain: "Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan has a lot of people, we, we are just confused for a while! It was the third brother Yan who threatened us. As long as Mr. Yan doesn't care, we can help You testify against Yan San..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Yaozong suddenly went berserk and got out of control. He shot through the head of the begging beggar with a few bang bang bang bangs, causing brains to splatter and blood to fly everywhere.Before the few humble bodies had time to utter their last words, they were placed on the spot in an ugly manner, dying in peace.

And those desperadoes who followed Yan San also held the idea of ​​breaking the boat, and launched a desperate confrontation with the police, and there were loud gunshots.

The glass exploded one after another, splashing into pieces of sharp blades of various shapes, reflecting the dazzling light.Shards of sawdust and leather were scattered in the air, accompanied by gunpowder smoke, and the walls were mottled and mottled, and craters of different depths were dug out.From time to time, someone was hit by bullets, screaming, swaying and bouncing, as if performing a mysterious and weird song and dance...

Zhuo Yang stood there blankly like an enchanted stone statue, his eyes fixed on Yan Yaoqin, unable to move an inch, stray bullets swished past him, and even one shot tore his cuff, but nothing happened. perception.

In the midst of a hail of bullets, Yan Yaoqin threw off the bodyguards and flew towards him, took Zhuo Yang into his arms, hugged him and leaped into the air, and rolled to the corner of the wall after landing, dodging a series of dense bullets that followed.Zhang Chongjiu and Ah Yi also surrounded him in time, protecting the father and son closely.

Zhuo Yang sat up dizzy and looked at Yan Yaoqin stupidly, unable to believe his eyes.He reached out and touched it. Fortunately, it was the real Lao Yan, not an illusion he imagined. It was a warm Lao Yan, not a cold ghost.

You are still alive, great, my old Yan is still alive!

He suddenly remembered his horrible dream, the strong fishy smell in the dream, the dark blood rushing out of the mouth, nose and seven orifices, and the life that was gradually dying... Zhuo Yang cried out with a "wow", and rushed to hold it Yan Yaoqin's face: "You...you..."

His son's tears were uncontrollable, as if he had been wronged by the world, Yan Yaoqin felt his heart was about to break, he hugged him tightly in a panic, and comforted him softly: "It's okay, it's okay I'm here, don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"

In the world of father and son, there is only themselves at this moment, only the warmth and joy of embracing each other.

After a while, Zhuo Yang regained his composure a little bit, and woke up from the trance, he pushed Yan Yaoqin away, his eyes glaring, suddenly raised his hand, and slapped Yan Yaoqin's face with a crisp "slap".This time, I exerted enough strength that even my palms were numb from the shock.Yan Yaoqin's entire face was turned to one side, and five obvious fingerprints instantly became red and swollen.

This sudden scene made Zhang Chongjiu and Ayi a little puzzled, their eyebrows and eyes twitched, but they dared not relax their vigilance and look back.

Unexpectedly, for this rebellious slap, Yan Yaoqin not only did not get angry at all, but gently grabbed Zhuo Yang's hand, held it in the palm of his hand and rubbed it: "Does it hurt? Dad will blow you off." He said it as if he was coaxing Like a baby, he blows into the palm of his hand.

The tears in the corners of Zhuo Yang's eyes hadn't dried yet, but he couldn't help but burst into a smile, crying and laughing, crying and laughing again.

He cried and said, "Old Yan, you are not dead..." He smiled and said, "It's great, you are still alive!"

"Yes, I'm not dead." Yan Yaoqin hugged his son heartbroken, "I was almost caught in the trap, but unexpectedly got help from a noble person. She secretly told me Yan San's plan, so I temporarily used the trick and let Yan San thought he had succeeded, so that those who secretly helped him would expose themselves and surface. After they relax their vigilance, they can catch them all..."

Zhuo Yang's eyes widened suddenly: "Did I... disrupt your plan? It seems that I did something wrong..."

"No, no, you have done a very good job! I was wrong, Ayang, I underestimated you." Yan Yaoqin wiped the cold sweat from his son's forehead distressedly, "The person I sent to the United States to meet your elder brother said, I found out that the Lei family forces in the Eastern District were secretly protecting him. That's when I knew you were behind the scenes. I didn't expect that you, a little guy, would have such courage at a critical moment. Listen to A Yang, not only did you not add trouble, You are still the hero who saved everyone!"

He smiled shyly at Zhuo Yang, who didn't understand why: "That noble man who helped me, you never know who it is..."