The pig-faced man saw that he was not going to leave, so he immediately scolded, "what are you doing? HURRY UP AND LEAVE! Do you want to die? "
The scale of this riot was too small, and the police would arrive very soon. When that time came, it would be difficult for them to leave again!
"I want to bring someone with me, " Lu Yiming said coldly. Then, he quickly turned around and ran towards he Jin's direction!
The pig-faced man cursed, but he could only follow, "I'll help you find who you want to find! ANCESTOR! "
"..."
He Jin did not wear a bulletproof vest, so he did not dare to rush in front. He could only find cover and move forward.
When he reached a few meters behind the prison van and hid behind a car to check the situation, he was suddenly hit on the back of his neck. His eyes went black and he fainted.
Lu Yiming held him and walked back. The pig-faced man followed and said in surprise, "why are you bringing him? He's a burden! "
"To vent my anger. " Lu Yiming only replied with two words. He dragged he jin into the car that came to pick them up.
He Jin had kicked him previously, but he still remembered it.
If he did not teach he jin a lesson, he would not be able to let go of the hatred in his heart!
The pig-faced man looked at him with a twitching face, but he could not say anything. He quickly called his brothers to retreat.
Their group came and left quickly. They only left a few streets that were full of holes from the explosion. There was also thick smoke, countless destroyed cars, and bodies lying on the ground.
There were screams, sobs, and cries for help all around.
In the extended van.
He Jin, who had fainted, was thrown at the back. The pig-faced man drove, and Lu Yiming sat in the middle.
Beside him, there was a man wearing a laughing Buddha mask.
That man was playing with a Beretta 92F pistol.
It was 217 mm in length, and the empty gun weighed 0.96 kg. The initial speed was 333.7 m / S, and the effective range was 50 meters.
It was worthy of being the world's number one pistol, an artistic existence.
Lu Yiming looked at him for the first time and did not recognize who it was. It was not until his second glance that he sneered, "Chongbin, this hand of yours is still suitable for holding a scalpel. Holding a pistol is really not good! "
This person was Zhao Chongbin, the famous first knife to the chest.
Zhao Chongbin turned to look at Lu Yiming. The smiling Buddha mask covered his eyes and hid his harmless appearance.
"My marksmanship is very powerful. Do you want to see it? " He tilted his head, and the mask was also tilted at a strange angle.
As he spoke, he used the muzzle of the gun to press against Lu Yiming's Temple.
Lu Yiming did not take him seriously at all. He opened the muzzle of his gun and said anxiously, "stop fooling around! I'm now a tiger that has fallen from grace. Even a small police officer dares to attack me! "
Zhao Chongbin's hand was hit so hard that it was thrown to the side. He glanced at Lu Yiming and did not get angry. Instead, he comforted him, "didn't I take revenge for you? "
The police officer who hit Lu Yiming just now was shot in the head by Zhao Chongbin 30 meters away.
In this world, not many people knew that not only was he good with a scalpel, but he was also good with a gun.
At this moment, Lu Yiming was annoyed. He did not think about it in detail at all. He only focused all his attention on Yan Jun, "He will only be satisfied if he wants me dead! "
"other people are forcing you to death. Shouldn't you resist? " Zhao Chongbin put down his pistol and turned his head to look at Lu Yiming, trying to lure him step by step.
"How can I resist? Bi Yue is still in his hands! " Lu Yiming was like a trapped beast, rampaging.
Hearing this, Zhao Chongbin smiled proudly. "Bi Yue has been rescued. She is in my hospital. "